Wednesday, July 30, 2014

History was Walking

Tragedies of war and unnatural deaths happen in spite of our faith in an omnipotent, all-caring and protective 'Lord' - attributes perceived by us as hallmarks of the Supreme. We absolve the Lord of failure to be just with our convoluted reasoning. The poem makes us ponder. -GSP Rao, Hyderabad

RITUALIST

This is outstanding.. I'm ready for the sequel !- Dave Wood

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Dignity

An individual free from conceptualisation does listen to the vibrations of the only truth, alone. Day is not vision, night not in obfuscation for the traveller. Pleasure reading. Warm regards, - Supratik Sen
Hyderabad

SPOTTED IN GLASS

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Doves had stopped flying

The poem has a strange combination of poignance and acceptance. Excellent poem replete with poetic functions. Let us wait until the earth refuses to conceive and doves cease to fly. Otherwise, there doesn't seem to be a way out. Thank you for sharing this poem. Warm regards, -Supratik Sen, Hyderabad

Blazing trail

Yes, thoughts! The second stanza is pretty much open in my opinion. The image of water has come out superbly to depict the ramifications thoughts have over us. Thank you so very much for sharing this poem! Warm regards, -Supratik Sen, Hyderabad

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Untrodden Snow

Delightful! Liked!-puds1957

Such fabulous style. I've not yet uncovered it's full meaning, but sometimes that is what makes reading others' work so interesting.-SuzyPallor

PEACE

The poem whispered to me ...peace.- David Wetzel (leafsailors ghost)

Everybody likes the peace but the warmongers make it pieces?- nimal dunuhinga

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

BLUE DIVINITY

Insightful and interesting write.- SuperSlimJim 

Fury

bliss rising, falling, good writing, thanks sir.-Gajanan Mishra 
 

RETURN OF THE POET

the scent of the old garden of life still the fragrance in the flower beds while seeds were crying? poet draws the season well!- nimal dunuhinga

Sunday, July 13, 2014

I was closing the weeping chapter

Wonderfully philosophical. And the talent to present symbols. A poet's heart is exposed.-UK Atiyodi, Kandangali, Payyanur

'I was closing the weeping chapter' is here to stay until we do away with our respective angers, worries, intolerances, mistrusts, jealousies, expectations, blame-games and a whole lot of other Gracelessness. To build a new world, we have to build the Self. I am the blast, I am the demon, and I am the God, 'I am Brahman, and this is the only truth' amidst a pack of lies. As long as there is I and You, and not the only I, there is no liberty from the blasts in any form or shape. As usual, I have read this poem a number of times while being at work! Warm regards, -Supratik Sen, Hyderabad

HARVESTING

Saturday, July 12, 2014

FOOD WAS LEFT ON THE PLATE

sweet, almost sinister, I smile...I loved this. I hope you know the talent that a kid like me can see shining in your work...:D- O'Tadghan

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Ecstasy

The dead tongue now seeks syntax of the lips that smell like enemies.
At the epicentre! A pleasure reading the poem. Warm regards,-Supratik Sen, Hyderabad

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Saturday, July 5, 2014

DEATH AND VISION

The game of politics is always rough.No justice,no humanity,no authentic truth!.
Deception is the rule of the day,where as cold blood killings dominate.....Here lays the truth that, a politician can never be sincere.- Nuru J.I Mhina

Tuesday, July 1, 2014