Friday, December 31, 2010
The Houston Literary Review
Some of my shorter verses have been published in The Houston Literary Review, December, 2010 Issue (Page 12-13). They are of aphoristic nature. Hope you will like them.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Slaughter House
At a distance we fuel
The coal of cruelty
And pierce inside the flesh of innocence.
The skin rules the soaked heart,
To what length the wisdom of sacrifice
Drains the blood so pure.
I wonder if it ever could lit
Candle of softness
To conquer the darkness
Of the graveyard
Overriding the vicious void.
Credit : Top Ten Poem of the Month, Poetry Street,UK,April, 2009
The coal of cruelty
And pierce inside the flesh of innocence.
The skin rules the soaked heart,
To what length the wisdom of sacrifice
Drains the blood so pure.
I wonder if it ever could lit
Candle of softness
To conquer the darkness
Of the graveyard
Overriding the vicious void.
Credit : Top Ten Poem of the Month, Poetry Street,UK,April, 2009
Aspiring Green
Nature baskets mirthful beauty in its lap
The snow crowned mountain
Kissing the ecstatic warmth of the sun
Exotic dance of the waves
Muses the songs to the shore.
Rich trees grow to ambitious high
Aspiring branches reach to the sky
Pearls of life treasure
The kingdom of their own
World is a creation of the delightful garden.
Promise not to allow the carbon cloud
To shadow the silhouettes of nature’s beauty
And sea does not cross its shore line.
Let the river ripples its brimming life
Adorning our Earth like the Permian green.
Credit: Poets for Living World, July 2009
The snow crowned mountain
Kissing the ecstatic warmth of the sun
Exotic dance of the waves
Muses the songs to the shore.
Rich trees grow to ambitious high
Aspiring branches reach to the sky
Pearls of life treasure
The kingdom of their own
World is a creation of the delightful garden.
Promise not to allow the carbon cloud
To shadow the silhouettes of nature’s beauty
And sea does not cross its shore line.
Let the river ripples its brimming life
Adorning our Earth like the Permian green.
Credit: Poets for Living World, July 2009
We All One
In the world of rituals
The milk of spirituality
Looses its whiteness.
Value of identification lies
Closely
As flowers and fruits to the trees.
We belong to one seed
And a common gene
Cladding shades of climatic skin.
Editors’ Choice Poetry Award, PoetBay,Oct, 2009
The milk of spirituality
Looses its whiteness.
Value of identification lies
Closely
As flowers and fruits to the trees.
We belong to one seed
And a common gene
Cladding shades of climatic skin.
Editors’ Choice Poetry Award, PoetBay,Oct, 2009
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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