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Why dost thou Cry O Cinderella??

Did you not know your fate already?

How could you expect life so steady?

Why dost thou Cry O Cinderella??

The walls so high of the castle

No rebellion results no hassle

Did thou not know that already?

Then why dost thou cry? O Cinderella!

Why dost thou cry?

If at all thou Run avaunt

On the roads you shalt haunt

Did thou not know that already??

Then why dost thou cry O Cinderella???

Why dost thou cry????

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I was created in my mother’s wombUnaware about my journey towards the tomb

I didn't know what I am?My birth for them was not happiness but a shameful scam

They didn't want to see my twinkling eyesMy dead body wrapped in blood didn't even bring them cries

I don’t know others but I know herHer musical voice and soft touch is now all blur

I wanted to call you motherBut you squashed my identity because of my gender

You wanted a boy but I was a girlYou ignored me as if I am not an angel but a devilish churl

I don’t feel sorry for others but I feel sorry for youYou were my creator but you still didn't feel blue

You are a woman and so I wasAnd still you didn't realize the importance of me and went against the laws

I went back to god with shame and embarrassment in my eyesBut God smiled and said that I am not alone as every minute a baby girl dies

Humans are sinners and killers since the evolutionThe woman who is their creator is always considered a piece of auction

Her roles are set, her duties are definedAs if she is not a life but a majority which can be confined

If that’s the verdict of humans I said to GodBeing born as a boy makes me seem odd

I want to be with you oh my lord!Let the human species suffer and die in a stinky clod

When the creator will not be created who will bring the new generation?Life will be ending if there would be no daughters but only million sons.

BORN TO BE RUINED

Living in India.

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Living in India.

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DAIPAYANNAIR

Colored tunas dancing with merry tides

My eyes agape, streching wide

If happiness and wonder together

So peacefully reside

Then by sadness, why tears abide!

A query occurred to many

Who embark on this ride

Don,t stray aside

Travel with the winds

Just glide, just glide......

Poem © Daipayan Nair, 2015

JUST GLIDE


I was surprisedas a sparkling starresplendent with thefierce energy of Rudrasnow balledinto my outstretched palm.it rolled onto grassand grew into a beauty

Eyes closedmeditatively I presumedlaughter arosegray moon chuckledderisivelyat adecidedly inaneassumption

To rightthe sun and to leftthe moonrose simultaneouslyin her mudra palmscasting an enchantingspell on thisignorant observer

Fragrance from 3000 yearsago. who is she -the perfumed vaporsroseas a questionand ignited in a blueflame; she slowlyadsorbed its’ dance

Effulgent skinnow with a form and nowwithout thereemerged a quantumconundrumwhat exactly could I knowabout her? before,now or the here after?

The wind she blewturned the moon blueamazed as shespoke, “come!”the moon, a finger tipaway, a doubtarose if she was real!appeared a red diamond!

No matter how hardi triedit remained a stonegentle breezewith a familiar fragranceblew and it whisperedbring me back heretomorrow.

MYSTERY OF ASOUL

Poem ©Krishna Mohan 2015

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Treasure filled vistas, though nearRemain unseen, untouchedWhispers of their reality fadeAmid a cacophony of earthbound chatter

Creative potentials witherSiphoned off in amnesic dissipationThe heart protests credulity's promiscuous breachWearied with earth bound impositionDressed in license’s tawdry attireLonging for relief from blasé glorificationYet once again submerged in blind commonalityMarring identity by incremental defacementsUntil necrosis wears familiarityDeath made palatable by the spoonful

Yet a heavenly root remainsSprouting quietly beneath the ruinsPatiently rejecting earthbound makeoversNever fully relinquishing the birthrightIn hope that beast will again become manOn earth but not of it

© Bruce Newman 2015

EARTHBOUNDBy Bruce Newman

A glimpse of paradise hidden within shattered dreamsthat's what I found when our eyes crossed in the starry night.

Teary eyeslike pearls or diamonds

my name whispered like a prayerand your trembling hands

when they touched my soft and tender skin.

Desire to catch the world with a poemdressed by words not yet written

but already dreamed.

A glimpse of paradisehaving me so naked

and using my skin as an unwritten sheet of paper,so full of promises.

Powerful the ink of the eyeswhen made of passion and shattered dreams.

A GLIMPSE OF PARADISEBy Graça Costa

Poem ©Graça Costa, 2015


IMMORTAL

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I never knew you,Before.... all of this,

Then my poetry reached your eyes,Then it was to late,

and we became fast friends,And now it's to unreal,

your celestial essence is ready to fly,And I'm trying not to cry,

because of your heartfelt gesture,You sent me a poem to say,"Don't be sad I'll miss you"

Your words are so right,because all though, you'll be gone,I'll have the strength to carry on,

And forever I'll remember your last words...."I'll always be with you, I live inside your heart"

15©MariaW

La Poetessa.k.a MariaW

Correlation lostStrings isolated

Gods cryHumans smileI truly believe

I am immortal now.

Poem © Bhargav, 22nd April, 2015


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I'm tossing, turning, I can't sleepMy eyes are open wideWe're walking down a dead end streetYou know that it ain't right

Another dream has just got brokenThere is nothing left to saySo many words remain unspokenI'm still here, don't look away

Tell me what it takes to matterTurn your silence into loveIt could only make us bettercause I've had about enough

Well I wonder what you're thinkingAre you drowning in yourselfyou're growing old before my eyesStop blaming me for being wise

I don't know what you're thinkingbut you're drowning in yourself

How long have I been waiting hereI've lost the track of timeSometimes i wish you'd disappearBut you can't read the sign

I don't know why I keep on fightingpeople say you don't fit inMaybe you're a little mightyBeing loved is not a sin

Poem © Stef Kestens 2015

DROWNING IN YOURSELFBy Stef Kestens


Oh tell me,tell meWhere did you go?What do you know?Do we still agree...?No,no, now there is no weI have buried all our dreamsand all the livid screamsall of what everything meansbut you still haunt mewhere,where are you if not,not meIt is something that we,we, both let bleedwhen we swallowed maggots inthe ravinewhen,we sharpened our nails andchewed off skinand now we don't agree,yet still you haunt me.Where do we go?To die?We have forgotten how to live,to live with a beating heartit has been too longWhy, where do we go?And now you are far aheadthough we have always been slowWe don't agreeY'know, what was it you said?

Poem © Joseph Meneses (Aphorim) 2015

I LEFT YOU TWO COINSBy Aphorim


If I couldUnravel the past you’re lost inPlace your heart in mine let’s beginA new chapter of love, so surrealDreams of desires, befallen reveal

If I couldNurture you with tears of joy and blissWith the morning dew of my sunlight kissYour lustrous eyes like fountains of dreamsAwaken to a journey that joins two steams

If I couldWalk with you in the gardens scented;Guiding the path of bear feet intended;Halo the souls upon the wings of dovesRose like fragrances of our blossoming love

If I couldBorrow the harp of Angels, play you a songSoft melodies guiding your heart, where it belongsRewrite the chapters of your life, in gifted charmsA king his throne, a Queen to abide in his loving arms

Poem and Art : Merrill Auguste © April, 2015..

IF I COULDBy Dblankportrait


Yesterday, I loved your courtyardsbathed in moonlight shadows and smiles,smitten by wavering stars,lanterns of my youth,that are reflected as coins,in the quiet waters of your fountains.Those are my reminiscences,arabesque creatures of an old chest,sanctified by the lavender,and left on the bottom of my wardrobe.

Today, I love your crowded streets,pebbled alleyways that breathewith aromas of kitchens,shouts of children quarreling,and naggings of older womenbehind those awnings and windows of life well known.

Tomorrow, I will love your hot paved squaresthat open to the harbors and promising high seaswhile cypresses will send regards to far away winds,and seagulls will sing nostalgia criesof wandering merchants and sailors.

THOUGHTS OF TWO DIMENSIONSBy Sreca Zauvijek

Poem © 2008 Sreca Zauvijek

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Poem © Manuelle Augustine 2015

Awaken not...

Promise not loveIf you will just give it away...Promise not "I'm here to stay"

If after allyou will just slip away...

awaken not loveIf your heart isn't true

anyway...

AWAKEN NOTBy Manuelle Augustine

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Hang there looking at me.Nails draped over a soft knee.Long and shapely,Painted the color of blood and love.Fingers long and slender.Arms taunt and loose.Shoulders set,Torso straight,Legs crossed,Feet delicately placed,Toes displaying the same color of blood and love.Eyes; so sharp, so vivid.Lips; so full and so rich.Hair; so lively and long.My red bird waits for me,As I circle around her like a cat eyeing its prey.

Poem ©Taylor Huskey 2015

RED BIRDBy Taylor Huskey


This new seasongives us every reasonto become like children againto fall in love one more timeto dance in the rainand splash about in mud puddleswhat fun it is when spring comes round

This crazy seasonwe call spring makes us giddymaking us want to cheeras migratory birds reappearsmiling at the daisies along the roadwayalways something good to say

Elated sun-filled daysstarry nightsand southern breezesthe reason for the seasonis the joy of nature awakeningthe joy of so many wonderful thingsif you see a mad womanskipping down the roadit’s just metrying to fly with the cloudsthat’s the way I like to bewhen spring comes again

© R.Raisters, 05/02/2015

REASON FOR THE SEASONBy Rasma Raisters


I hear Rama seeking SitaThe ten thousand stone steps reaching heavens

The Dharma of an avatarFrom the morning sea side to the evening mountain top

From the cradle to the graveFrom child laughter to old man tears

Two lovers secretly enlaced''I love you'' he said stealthyShe giggled in all innocence,

Whirlwind of erased memoriesRain drop still caressing the hardness of rocks

Downhill brook the Flow of Time

Listening to Paul Horn ''Inside (the Taj Mahal)''Richard Guimond © 2013

The paths lead to abyss uncountable-

Pits of hopelessness and darkness;

the deceptions unfathomed;

The gurgling sounds of a deep lake far away surrounds them.

The wanderer traverses through all,

He searches for a Messiah.

Poem © Somava Das, 2015

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You are my addresseeYou stand in front of meYour face is full of gleeBut not for what you see

You stand just like a treeOr maybe an amputeeYou might just set me freeIf I would disagree

Am I your referee?Should I allow a spree?Clear all this blind debrisSo I’m your cup of tea

Poem © Wilmer Escovar 2015

HERE I AMBy Wilmer Escovar

Reverie is a fantasy story written as poetry. Thestory entails the journey of Hope, the rightful king

that thinks himself unworthy of ruling afterachieving a coup d'état against his brother. He

leaves on a journey of self-discovery to gain a namefor himself and become worthy of the admiration ofhis people, while at the same time uncovering the

secrets of the world and a plot to obliterate humanlife itself.

WILMER ESCOVAR

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Wishful for the searing nightSuccumbing all my darkest delightsThese Haunting bedsheets call forThe one whose scent here still resides

O Hail to thy shadows of spellEnchanting now the hymns of hellCome, dissolve and trace my soulDrink it slowly like vintage well

Smoke me to the air that breathesTraces of your being and pleaseYou in me or me in youTavern spilling liquors of peace

Evaporate me by your heat of desireCondense me on the flames of fireRinse my lust on thy blank canvasPaint it with my blood-love mire

Till our screams touch the sky of delightAnd resonance in the times immortalizeHypnotized by this cryptically poignant plightDilute into thy mistress of night.

© Harleen Kour 2015

MISTRESS OF NIGHTBy Harleen Kour

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I love you with heart skywith all the heart of darknesswith all the heart the sunheart sea heart volcanoheart of the hillfish heartheart rivers and fields

I love you with all the lies andfalsehoodlove you with a dust honestylove you with intoxicating lust

I do not love historynot eager to moonnot blinded with nightnot catching with a clothesline

I have a warm heart for stabbedhad a wild head to play on the dancefloor lieshad wild eyes to predict the color ofyour headhad a torn piece of paper fori was stringing up plumage into wingsi was a ghost of a woman in yourdreamsdo not offer me grains honestybecause a politician like to violate thelawand a poet like to seduce with poetrya sailor make body coldswild monkey was able to bite a littleboy

I love love life offered destinynot to be sought of foundnot to be planned or determined byyour lips

I do not love the secret historynot excited by the ghost of stonedo not write poetry to seducedo not want to find love to be lovedno love for flattered and imprisonedto the power of words of lovei love you ... just thefor no apparent reasonand no shirt and underwear

I LOVE YOUBy Hayati Boer

© Hayati Boer, 17 April 2015


Finally, finallywe touch

I breathe the scent of your skinwarm musk

I do not resistas I have so successfully

all these yearsTonight is only for us

Time stopsThere is only your taste

the feeling of your quiverThe shuddering of your skin

responds to my expert mouthYou thought it would be good

But you had no ideaI will knock you out

Literally.

Poem © Kiku Koibito 2015

USBy Kiku Koibito

LOVEPROMISEBy Moon Sonata

Poem © Moon Sonata 2015


Like a wreck, lostand strandedon the rocks of disillusionmentand griefthe old man fell asleephe dreamed of a different lifehe dreamed of lovethe kind of lovethat is written in the stars

He awoke from his dreamwith a dreary feelingthat he will never again seethe woman he lovedher eyes, and her smilethat made him feel alive

Ever since he saw herin his dreamhe despises his fateand, with a bitter longingin his heart, he criesfor, he knowsthat the winds of destinyceased blowinginto the sails of hisdreams

With eyesblurred with tearsthe old mansilently asks the sea"Why, why did you nothave mercy..."

Poem © Stormy Seas 2015

THE SEA OF LIFEBy Stormy Seas


What once wasn't saidNow, laid waste in the windOf the past

What once wasn't saidLeft an empty space in this sachetOf "should have done"

What once wasn't saidIn that empty space, also leftStories of "if only" and what wouldhappened now?

What once wasn't saidWill never be answeredFor we have passed that fork inthe road of life.

© 2015 Dung Tran

IF ONLYBy Dung Tran

A treasure of dreams and desire of Heart

These are what eyes hold in their depths

I don't have to speak or reveal any secret

They understand every unspoken word

When your eyes rain down on me

My heart changes it's beats

Who can resist the power of these eyes

Such as yours..

© Priyanka 2015- Poem and Painting


This smell,soothing smell of a cucumber lotion.

Same lotion that my mother used to puton my skin, when I got sunburns,after me and my dad were coming backfrom the fishing trip.

(I was young and the sea was big.)

This smell,I met later when I was exploring in kissesmy first sweetheart's skin.

This smell had my dead friend's sister handswhom I pulled out burnt in pieces from the hit tank.

(the sky was too close not to sense the stench.)

Afterward I forgot this smell.

Until this morningwhen a young girl sat next to mein the bus.

She was pregnant and happy,with a fragrant scent of a cucumber lotion.

THIS SMELLBy Arkady Sandler

Poem © Arkady Sandler, 2015

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