(6/8/2013 2:06:00 AM)
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Page Title: All Poems of Vineet Chhikara
Page Description: This page contains a collection of poems by Vineet Chhikara
(6/3/2013 10:45:00 AM)
How can it be that a soul so pure
Be over looked and disregarded
I am human aren’t I?
Or are my imperfections
Your views of my internal reflection
Beauty is skin deep, isn’t it?
Or am I not worthy of penetrating
Is my exterior made of a hard membrane?
Who knows maybe you lack the effort?
Just give me a chance you’ll see
You’ll see that from the impermeable cocoon
Lies inside beauty similar to
Let me fly and be free
And soon you’ll see
That inside of you
Lies A little bit of me
Adam M. Snow
(6/2/2013 5:24:00 PM)
Trapped within the Minds of Poe
By: Adam M. Snow
Once upon a nightful somber,
entranced within a loreful slumber;
a murky pass it feels to be:
this dream, this world it calls me.
Dragging, falling deeper within a void,
my mistress Fear and I devoid.
Clinching my chest, my racing heart pounds,
alone in darkness with many sounds;
one in particular from a raven afar,
'Nevermore.' said he with my ears ajar.
Intrigued was I by an outspoken raven
perched upon a branch, in a realm of non-haven.
'Nevermore.' said he, spreading wings to flutter,
" Where am I?” I whispered in terror, utter."
" All that I see or seem
is it but a dream within a dream?"
but the raven he quoth again, 'Nevermore.'
lost I feel, lost evermore.
The raven vanishes, taking me back to slumber;
waking again with my eyes a somber.
Finding my hands and feet a bound,
above a pit with a pendulum confound.
Approached by a man thought to be dead,
Poe he spoke with so much dread.
'We loved with a love that was more than love.'
spoke he, as I lay watching the pendulum above.
It swings with a flutter as it slowly drops to me,
my voice is muted; I am force to see
as the pendulum drops, my flesh gets torn.
My eyes again fell somber as I forlorn.
I close my eyes welcoming death,
getting ready to take my last breath.
I feel it wash over me, it is just that;
my memories flashing like tat.
This nightmarish of a dream, I feel forsaken;
my sorrow; I could not awaken.
(6/2/2013 2:55:00 PM)
In the dark stormy night wind blows with anger, a thunder growl with desperation, a lightning sparks with electricity for humility and fear to feeds its fantasy of superiority, a power and brevity of an illusion.
I stood still my heart pumping with shame, body shivering to dispute, to despise so deep is unspeakable beyond fear, Weatherly storm well come and go, unpredictable dark suffering cloudy head well continue to float and fly.
In the narrow grassy road I close my eyes stumbled and failed, trusted too much, weak and challenge an eternal torment of distress. I am human I made mistakes to embrace the challenges of life. Gain knowledge under the shallow deep sky, sharing pieces of me I became vulnerable, open to the cruelty of the storm. I am not a saint neither a holy immortal, I’m just me fighting for my dreams and my beliefs.
As I open my eyes it’s so quiet, the moon shine so bright, the stars twinkle so radiant, the birds is singing through my ears, whispering comforting, empathetic, compassionate words made me stronger, tears slip my eyes, As i ask God for the obvious he gave me wisdom, true friends who stood and comprehend me. I can’t thank them enough for the support during my fall. I can only give my simple word THANK YOU.
And suddenly it’s already dawn, a solemnly beautiful dawn, bright colors from the horizons beginning to show and I promise tomorrow well be different as the sunrise arrived.
(5/31/2013 3:00:00 PM)
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Behold him in the sky
Among the stars
Out of reach
Shines like a pearl in an ocean of stars
Lights up the darkness
And fills the emptiness
And mostly shines
Ah! his light
It clears the horizons
It calms the fires
It reaches the hearts
Satisfies the lovers.
He has the narratives of all the amorouses
But none of them know his own.
He's the friend in the loneliness
The soul of the poets
The quieting in the fear
The passion of the hearts
Behold him in the sky
As a king among his allies
He's beautiful, he's glamorous
It's the moon,
By: Mona Ali (MMA)
(5/31/2013 2:33:00 PM)
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I've picked up a pen again
writing makes me feel so free
even when my heart is forever lonely
my love is sucked up and my mind is barred
but when the pen touches the pad everything goes away and for thet moment I feel okay
I need a new escape
one the drugs don’t fake
one my dreams wont take
something to make me free and feel a little less lonely
I keep sitting here waiting for you to come home with a fake smile on my face
scared you’ve already forgot about me
then ill pick up my pen and begin
unfortunately everything I write seems to be about you
so does that make my writing fake too?
(5/31/2013 2:33:00 PM)
A kid I was, Dancing in the background.
You were a girl, looking for the world.
Since we met time wouldn’t stop
But only for you will I ever drop
Drop down on one knee and ask for your love
The love you gave, was oh so true
But a boy I was, if you’d only knew
The love you gave not tattered nor torn.
A love so pure and oh so warm,
I was a boy to stupid to see,
the love that you wanted to give to me.
You tried so hard.
Yet I let the flame die
I was made to love you, now I know why.
Cause your my angel, my butterfly
Your love was gone, then mine took place.
It was so sudden- I could no longer live without your face.
The light you shine in everyday,
and moments with you would take my breath away.
Then I lost touch... I let your light go
What the fuck did I do????Ill never know.
But now, the time isn’t right.
So I'll sit back and watch you take flight
cause you're my angel, my butterfly at night.
(5/30/2013 11:08:00 PM)
If I Had Ten More Minutes
If I had ten more minutes
and my voice was not faint
nor my face so devoid
or my mind so blank,
I would profess—
But I'm afraid of words
which might betray lips,
For what is kept
is of my eyes—
that impulsive organ
I've attempted to stray;
Construing a montage
fears, and doubts,
Come to life
in bursting light
whilst straining in the dark.
And if such creations
could be heard—
through the mist of passion
And masks of pride,
I would profess
All in my heart;
Every quaint murmur
Forsaken night and night.
Myla Rose Gigante
(5/30/2013 7:55:00 PM)
Still Waiting For Your Love
Sitting sadly alone on my bedside
With tears in my eyes that I cannot hide
Staring at the dark and quiet sky
Waiting for the shooting star to pass by
The stars are not shining shimmering
While the moon is quietly hiding
How am I supposed to see your face?
If all I see was this lightless space?
The night was so quiet and lonely
When the cold wind blows quietly
No sound of crickets chirping everywhere
Yet no sound of your footsteps coming near
Everybody had fallen asleep
But here I am sitting on my feet
Still waiting for your love to arrive
That will make my empty heart alive
But how long should I wait for you here?
Is it worth waiting for your love, dear?
Whatever happens i‘ll be the sky
‘Coz my love for you will never die
(5/30/2013 10:15:00 AM)
The golden future
The golden future shall come
A place where there is no harm
There life is cool and calm
A peaceful garden
Yea like that of Eden
Where there is no pain
For there is more grain
It merry making
For there is more wine
The table is served
And it time to dine
It a new day
A fruitful season
This is the golden future
The past is a lesson
I will dwell in peace
For my enemies at ease
Happiness is the pillow
I lay my head on
And freedom the treasure
I live upon