In Search of Bread

In search of  bread,  he traveled the lanes,
Climbed the hills, crossing the riverine in fain,
He did know the path could be of despair,
Slightly dodgy, somewhat unable to bear,
He cared not to cease,
For he created his own battle of egositic bliss,
Favouring to slog despite the cramps in his knees,
Unware of his sub-concious thirst for avarice,
He feared not the odds, 
Despite his own stumbled with chain of dots,
Left with yawner,  fumbling in the plight of dishonour,
"Your ego needs to die, for the journey to fly",
Whispered an ailing monk, as he surpassed by,
For he travelled the same jouney of avarice,
Unsettled,  and bane,  that costed him a high price,
"Value the bread of your land",
He whispered before his last breathe of demise,
For it is pure, unlike the lure, just too nice!

                            ------Anmona Handique,
                                   Nagoya, Japan

               


     

Confidante

Everyday a new morning swirls in, slurps through
I flip over my conscience
Mundane greasy day slowly rides over
I agree to be used, in reluctance.
Hours pass by  in my captivation;
Still looking at that thin ray you send me  everyday I breath.

Often when I am freed to basics, I place my hand over you, my inner soul
You who always pulls my cheeks to an extent of new path;
To a margin of new hope, I run my fingers through and try to cuddle you in my stride..
As time melts it melts me too into tears, into grudges of counting the stillborns ;
I often keep them locked inside you,
Where I know these drop by drop will create ocean of my freedom;

Then again flip myself over, with my  conscience .. till I nurture you to be my strength.


                  -------- Paromita Mukherjee
                             Bangalore,  India

Adieu

Eyes flutter, gasp with moan;
Nobody to complain, its ailment of own;
Lived, loved and laughed,
With whatever and whomever I had;

Time to unfurl pinion to conclude an adieu,
Desires unfulfilled remains a few;
Heart is content with memories I collected,
Grateful to all individuals to whom I am indebted.

Crack of dawn shimmer's to renew,
Not a bonjour, lieu an Adieu! Adieu! Adieu.

                                   ------Samir Pradhan
                                          Siliguri, West Bengal

I Can Just Do Nothing

I have learned to be good,

And I learned to behave nice;

I am no more aggressive,

And I turned out to be wise

With little contact with the universe

Now I live in my own cyst;

I am no more angry young man,

Cool, calm and conciliate I  exist

I am now trained to live,

And I survive in troubled water;

Now I turn my deaf ear,

To all the violence and slaughter

I can just do nothing,

Nothing to change cruel world;

The inner self of me,

Has totally been hurled;

Now I turn a deaf ear,

To all the happenings around me,

I smacked my heart and soul,

To be really new me.

                     ------------Krishna Acharya

I Spend Time in Loneliness

I spend time in loneliness,

And I look at the ceiling;

I stare at the wall,

And I introspect my feeling.

At times I find myself strange,

And I try to conceal my thoughts;

I at times feel suffocated;

Tangled up in the knots.

Counterfeit philosophies,

And the weird ways of life;

Unrhythmic beating of the drums,

And unpleasant pitch of the fife.

Gives us all a terrific time,

And turns the sage into a human malign.

                       --------Krishna Acharya

Let's Catch Up

Let's catch up this weekend,

It's been quite a while;

We'll walk down the lane,

And stroll a countless mile.

Down the lane we'll chat,

Chat about the lemons of life;

And let's share our pain,

Join hands to together strive.

After the night falls,

We'll walk to the bar;

After two pegs down,

Blissfully strumming the guitar;

We'll intone the songs of life;

And  forget the pain and sorrow,

Coz we have to come to the  mainstream;

To join the monotone life tomorrow.

                  -------Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.

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I Fall Prey to Your Glamour

HE:

I fall prey to your glamour,

I am in love with your charm;

Oh! Hold me dear,

Around your cosy arm.

Your glimpse is so angelic,

Your eyes are so expressive;

You are the style icon,

Your street sense is impressive.

My feelings for you dear,

Makes me a better man;

I am your secret admirer,

I am your biggest fan.

We met in scanty

Hardly spent time of pleasure;

My memory recalls you,

Reminds me of the short lived leisure.

SHE:

I ignored the signs of love,

I did not read your heart;

I realised your love dear,

After the things fell apart.

I wish I could go back,

Back to the same time again;

 Oh! it hurts my love,

Now I regret my disdain.

HE:

If you come we can again unite,

The faded light of tenderness

We can again ignite;

The simmering light

Will gleam again above,

We can happily live our life thereof.

                                    --------Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.

The Red Teeth of Nature

The sound of the howling wind,
The red teeth of nature
Is about to approach life
With its horrifying furore.

The life that I am living,
Is always at stake;
The rough patch of the world one day,
Will horribly shake.

The iron rods and the bricks
Willl some day befall;
The tremors of the world,
Will lead to humanity appalled.

There will be tornado and hurricane
The iron vegetation will come to rust;
No structure shall remain,
The entire civilization will turn to dust.

                                  -------Krishna Acharya

I Dance in the Rain

The whole world is asleep
And I dance in the rain,
I sweat it out so that I could  fain.

The dream can only come true
When you endure the pain,
Of engrossed and  gruelling
And long lasting train (training).

I have absolute faith
In the goal I chase,
I commit to succeed
In this arduous rat race.

I'll plan and prepare and present
Altogether new me,
By setting high  standard
And following my own decree.

Masses call me fool
They call me insane,
I follow my own decree
And I dance in the rain
And I dance in the rain.

                         --------- Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.

Catch 22 Sitch-The Pandemic

The catch 22 sitch in the world now,
Let's come together to withstand,
Join struggle against it
Is the new universal command...

Fight against it
Cannot be undertaken,
Unless the global citizens
Accept it as unified challenge.

Let's just be humane
And play our part,
Let's all be geared up
And pull our own cart.

Let's defeat the pandemic
With all our might,
To prevent the annihilation
And to resurrect the civilization alright.

                             -------- Krishna Acharya

Veer Gorkha

Veer gorkha helds his head high,
And defends the motherland
Sweet melody of their songs,
Played with their brass band.

Come on sisters and brothers
Cheer them and clap your hand,
Wonderly dressed brave men
Playing their brass band.

Khukuri in their hand,
Rolling to and fro,
Soldiers shake their legs,
Forming a gyro.

Nothing for these braves,
Is bigger than the motherland,
The saviour of the country
Playing their brass band.

The sacrifices they have made,
Cannot be undone,
A small khukuri for them,
Is stronger than machine gun.

A handful of gratitude and respect,
Is what they all deserve,
Their memories should be cherished,
And they should never starve.

Held them in high esteem,
Let us respect them,
They are the real rock stars,
They are the country's gem.

                                ------- Krishna Acharya

Rhyme of Life

Beauty of love and affection
  Is the treasure of attraction
    For the story of broken heart
      When dream intents to art,

        For peace and tranquility of life
          Without pain and any strife
            To the journey of happiness
              While walking with loneliness.

Duty of patience and calmness
  Is the source of brightness
    For the hope of defective spirit
      When reverie aims to lyric,

        For the rhythm and rhyme of life
          Without wave and any tide
            To the ocean of solitude
              While perceiving the gratitude
                While perceiving the gratitude.
                             

                                      --------Madhu Subedi
                                                Police Reserve,
                                                Shillong

A Metro Dream

A country boy and a metro dream

A sea of struggle and the opportunity slim.

Let's give it a try,

Let's give it a chase

Little step at a time

To develop the base.

To sustain is hard

To persevere is tough.

With so much of pessimism around

And the pathway is rough.

I know I'll not give up

And will keep up the chase;

And will come out winner

In this strenuous rat race.

I'll come out victorious

And shall shine with glory;

My success one day,

Will become an inspiring story.

                                   --------Krishna Acharya

Blame Game

Leaders nowadays,

Play the blame game;

They do this for themselves,

They do this for their fame.

Fame for infinity

Is love for humanity;

Need of of the hour for fame 

Is not polarization;

 

My nextdoor neighbors 

Who shares love and care;

Now looks suspicious

Now looks at me with despair.

Let us unite again

Let us ignore them;

Let them play their game,

On their road to fame.

You and me despaired,

Why spread hatred;

Let us share some love.

Let us again be fair,

To defeat his blame game.

                     -------Krishna Acharya

Rise and Shine

One-way will take me to demise,

The other to the glory.

Journey so far had been negative,

Been through a devastating story.

But now I have chosen to rise,

And I have chosen to live.

Now  I'll be forgiven I know,

I'll be given a new life

I got to rise again,

And I gotta live and strive.

All that seemed depressing yesterday

Now shows the silver lining,

I see the light on my path oh Lord,

I see the future shining.

                            ------------------ Krishna Acharya

I have Chosen to Rise

Keep your heart open
And make love connection,
Long dead romance
Would then make resurrection.

Deep hidden love then
Will bloom again atop,
Will cross oceans and seas
And on the runway gallop.

One-way will take me to demise,
The other to the glory.
Journey so far had been negative,
Been through a devastating story.

But now I have chosen to rise,
And I have chosen to live.
Now  I'll be forgiven I know,
I'll be given a solid new life.

       ---------Krishna Acharya

Animal Speaks

I am no intelligent and cannot help,

I cannot bring a change and can only yelp

(short, sharp cry.)

Can you hear the mother earth shriek,

Eroding landscape and the mountains bleak.

The excavation and mining of ore,

Became the humans daily chore.

How long will you ail the earth,

Don't you fear the pure air's dearth?

There are future generations to come,

 For their sake please plant a clump (group of ).

Then the posterity will praise your work,

And that will be your priceless perk.

                                -----Krishna Acharya

You are Not a Gem

Thought of composing a poem

Disguised as Mephistopheles

appeared 'The Poem'.

Proclaimed He! Hold On!!

You are not a Gem

like john Milton

or Pam(Pamela or Virtue Rewarded)

by Samuel Richardson

Perplexed by 'The Poems' vituperation

An illustrious self decided for 

An exact retribution

And 'Me' no less then 'Agamemnon'

Replied! writing is a skill, seeks no permission

Poem! O Poem!! Oh! Poem!!

You know not yourself more excellently

ask 'Them'

Poetry is as easy as stitching hem

Pen is a thimble, letting out an ahem.

To be gem you O! dear 'The poem'

Allow me to groove on

To behold the consonance of composition

Only for you 'The Poem'

Smilingly exclaimed! ' The Poem'

Righteous virtue you hold on in your aim

Go acknowledge me in your creation

And help weave this harmony for the 

coming generation.

_________________________ Uma Das

                                                   Kolkata (WB)

Loop Zero

After centuries of advancement,

The world comes back to loop zero.

Superpower and nuke prowess,

The world comes back to loop zero.

Greed for power, wealth and rank,

The world comes back to loop zero.

I'll treatment of animals,

The world comes back to loop zero.

Racism and discrimination,

The world comes back to loop zero.

Hindu, Muslim, Jews and Christians,

The world comes back to loop zero.

Atra Mors, SARS, MERS, COVID,

The world came back to loop zero.

(Atra Mors refers to the black death of the 12th century).

                                                 ---------------------Krishna Acharya

It is Humming Like a Bee

Expressive behaviour of my suppressed emotions,

Exhibit a handful of consciousness,

My desires rest in the rock bottom,

Longing now with seriousness

To erupt violently to the shore.

I fear, I fear it will break out

And the world may again deplore.

Cooperate with the emotion,

It is loner like a sea,

Make peace with the heart again,

It is humming like a bee.

Call me your pal once again,

I need you I  am in my knee,

Make peace with the heart again,

It is humming like a bee.

It is humming like a bee.

                                  -------------------Krishna Acharya