Keerthi Sebastian
On a hectic Monday evening
Towards the frightful end of September
Just as the clock struck 6
On my desktop computer
I prepared to shut down the system
Relishing the idea of being back home
Just as I lifted my tired body
And mind filled with worries of bills
My boss scurries towards my cubicle
“You have to stay. I messed up.
Help me and pay you extra I will.
Numbers and profits are your forte.Stay.
You have the required motivation and skill.
You will be paid double for your hour
Your expertise will help add to your till”
I was torn between going home to her and duty
The extra coins alluring
I could spend an hour or two working late
But is it worth knowing she would be waiting?
I look down to my desk and say I am sorry. I cant
I have made a promise that I should be keeping
I grab my coat before I change my mind
Blocking the temptation I keep walking
I reach my car and try to convince myself
She is more important than the bills impending
I open the door still immersed in my thoughts
Cant help but smile when I hear her laughing
I knew you wont be late to my tea party daddy
Ok..so you are the superman today and I am the barbie.
Anonymous
I want to look at the world through your eyes,
I want to perceive the reality through your perspective,
I want to inhale you in my breath,
My mind is engrossed with thoughts of you,
I see your invisible self all around me.
Breathless is what I feel when you are close,
I want to tightly hold on to you,
Never wanting to make you a memory,
But my reality.
I want to see you in my shadow,
My foot prints must reflect your legs,
Our foot steps may be
stolen by the sea,
Yet our memories will remain.
Speechless we will remain held in each others arms,
Listening to heartbeats and the soothing sea
Souls together,
Hearts fluttering,
We would drive into the sky,
Free of everything that binds us,
Closing our eyes, to see a new world.
Bhavana Chandran
Wish you were here
’cause there’s too much to fear
that I wouldn’t see you again
while I’m on this lonely little lane.
Fell into a deep dark ditch
because I lost my post-apocalyptic pitch.
Lost my narrow prickly way
Too many times till today.
But then I found you hiding behind the magnanimity of your words.
Cowering from the sharp gazes of those pestering predatory birds.
Wish I could see you.
Wish we could be true.
There will never be a younger moment
than we are at the post-apocalyptic present.
Climbed out of a hind-sighted hole
because I found a spark from a dead coal.
Found my lonely little lane
and I tried not to get lost once again.
~*~
By Kirthy Sebastian
How(when my heart is torn
Between love that sings sweetness
And lust that begets pleasure)
Do I decide what I want?
Guilt so bubbles up
In my red cauldron
But the curves of your body
And your breath that kisses my neck
Crushes my dream for love
For love has often pushed me down
Love alone has caused me pain
But in your lust I live and thrive
I forget about the love I craved
But at night
When I’m alone
When my heart is torn
Between love that sings sweetness
And lust that begets pleasure
I weep, I sigh
And,
I fall in love.
Calvin George
One morning I woke up and found myself on a deserted desert.
I was extremely excited since everything looked new.
There was a faint fear because I was alone all around,
The steady rising sun was the herculean hope.
I was a lonely majestic ship on a sandy sea,
The sea was wildly calm with horrid horror.
It was hell hot all around the place,
Heavy breeze helped the sand to kiss my fragile face.
My eyes were filled with the dreary dust,
Tears flowed like silver stream.
Parched tongue couldn’t utter a word,
I longed for the elixir of life of mortal men.
My body felt like a badly beaten beast,
And all over it was severely sultry.
I had lost all my existing energy,
Fallen down like a half dead horse.
The scorching Sun woke me up in agony again,
Beyond the horizon I saw an allure oasis.
The dread dark veil of gloom was removed,
A slim ray of hope flickered in the air.
I lifted myself upon the stupendous sandy sea,
Commuted my body in a deadly drag.
I went on and on in that deserted desert,
Finally to realize that it was a mere Mirage.
By Deepak Dhruvkumar H
“Son, I have something
To tell you.”
My son asked what
It was.
“It’s a very hard thing
To say.
My heart aches,
But I have
No say in this.”
My son wanted
To know what
It was.
“You will be
Sacrificed today.
Please do not ask
Questions.
It must be so.”
I said, with tears
Welling in my eyes.
My son asked whether
I wished him
To be sacrificed;
If I really wanted it.
”I have
No say in this,
My son.
I love you
More than anything
In this world.
But please understand-”
And that was when
A human named Abraham
Picked up
My son.
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