Showing posts with label Arti Pandey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arti Pandey. Show all posts

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Arti Pandey writes



I have 

I have shut all the doors 
That lead to you
You know I have!
Knowing you
Have changed
Like
The flickering season
I have cut all the boughs
That wore flowers
And pregnant fruits
Of our serene love
Knowing
You have lost
The sanctity
You know!
I have weeded out
The grasses
That were growing
Velvety green
On whose bosom
We would lie
Under the naked moon
During last summer
You know!
I have  barred my
premises
With thorny bushes
So none could come
Crossing them.
You  know all the doors
Are shut n locked in strength!!

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Saturday, November 14, 2015

Arti Pandey writes


Wounded
 
I 'm a wounded fish
Bleeding, bruised
Of a narrow algae pond
That owns another
Like me, bonnier
With broad fins
Slightly snobbish.
Alas! This pond
Once loved me
Like none ..
It's water tenderly weaved boon
Of love
Cooling my burning heart
And its boundaries
My security
Oh! Since the other fish
That this pond
Sheltered, owned.
I wail and pathos
Fills my paining heart. .
Pangs for being unloved
Kill me
Now I'm a bleeding fish
Dying for water
Though submerged
I often try
To overcome
Cross the edgy  bars
Of the cold pond
Cruel n brambly
Pricky and pinching
O again n again
I bleed even more
Heavily
For
I often try to leap
Into the nearby pond
That looks upon
Lovingly
Winks to hold me tight
In his heart
And seemed promising
Willing to enthrone
As the only duchess
Of his vast empire
In vain, I fail
For the old edges are
Unfathomable
Restraining me to cross 

O every time I try
I bleed again 
and yet Once more....

 

Friday, September 4, 2015

Arti Pandey writes

On thy tombstone


What do I write
On thy tombstone
You have no beginning
Or an end
No storm can
Blow you away
No thunder
Can scare you
You create yourself
For pinching hearts
Heads in turmoil
But you remain
Calm like ocean
Bottom
You are like a river
Which runs merrily
To meet the rising
Sea waves
You are present
In the full moon
And the rising sun
Most of all
You are in hearts
And minds of
People
You praise with
Passionate love
Can you have
A tombstone
With nothing
Written on it
About who are
In all our breath
And in the color
And fragrance
Of Rajnigandha
On summer's
Night...
Tell me, my love!
What should
I write
On your tombstone !!

For DAIZY POETESS

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