A surreal poetic vision of Craig Froman on cities and urban images - a Learning and Creativity Special commemorating US National Poetry Month 2015.
Archisha Bhatt, a VII Std. student muses over the four delightful seasons of the world and the bounties each of them bring for us.
Writers, poets and wordsmiths...! Contribute your poems for our special month in 'Learning and Creativity', dedicated to the National Poetry Month April 2015.
The undying desire to create a world away from the world of hate, to have hope in the future. A poem by Dr Ampat Koshy in National Poetry Month 2015 Special
March 21st being International Poet’s Day, I am dedicating this work for all poets around the world.
On International Women's Day, Learning and Creativity presents a poem by Maaya Dev that reveals the woman in her entirety, as the one who conceals the rhythm of all seasons.
I wrote this little poem for my younger daughter Sharanya (Rimli) in a bewildered mental state after she met with her first accident in her school.
The four dragons’ love for mankind is not a story... Inspired from a Chinese story-poem, this poem recounts a beautiful legend of kindness and compassion.
Bearing dark blood all over the glowing soul
I credited to me, own the hues of humanity.
There is boredom
in the bordello
filled with broken
fragrances
of waiting gun powder
and desolate embers –
I pick up the repeater
and send
straight through
my left ear...
Ramendra Kumar, author of Effective Parenting: A New Paradigm recounts and revisits his years of bringing up his son, a pocket-sized dynamo, a bundle of joy.
You add a smile to your lips when you create one for others,
And subtract a many, when because of you, on someone pain showers.
This is the moment I need
Again and again
This is the moment I seek
Again and again.
I ensconced myself with parlous disheartenment
Cursing my destiny; I resolved to look high and low for a spare door
There should have been a miracle in his life,
Like an apple cut without using a knife.
I know that girl
Who is walking towards her own doom
On her own will.
Strange girl she is,
A known stranger of mine…
I had seen her iconic eyes,
But not the tears welled...
A beautiful poem for daughter by her father that reminiscences his joyful journey with her through life.
Even when my mind is aflame
and soul afire
even when I walk on
the sharp edge of life
you hang like silver smiles
on my lips.
Even when I wonder I’ve forgotten
my abode
in...
A beautiful poem on our eternal thirst to drink the nectar of life and experience the intoxication of being alive in this world.
Last few dusks
I sneaked into to the pearly rain falls
lapping, soaking onto the soil
on the rims of the yearning shrubberies
tapped by the sunny annexes
of intermittent,...
Though I know,
Some things are never to be forgotten
And some scars are to be kept alive.
On the occasion of International Women's Day, Ramendra Kumar dedicates a poem to the most important woman in his life...
Poet Swadesh Sen passed away on March 6, 2014. Amitava Nag remembers him as one of those bridges between the fluidic ornamentation of the 70's and the grounded post-modernist of the 90's.
Spring the season of love
As ordained by Mother Nature,
Was holding in its thrall
Almost every creature.
The once strong walls have now knelt down,
Turned into ruins, the beautiful nest where I’ve grown.
The field is a death maze for even the bold,
A missed step, a stumble and men hurtle down.
Just a seed planted by your apple
Has grown beyond the horizons
Into an orchard of the sweet fruit
Place me in a widest meadow, Ere a broadest crimson horizon!... Read this beautiful poem on the sunset of life
Poems about family: Spent my childhood days with you...Would like to cherish those golden moments...
Through the flickering white of semi-closed lids,
I glimpsed, the journey of a man becoming a child again.
Plead you may, for I am not an angel,
Wishes are mere cry, what’s in it for the stone hearted
I stand on the stage without a trick at hand
Dreading the frenzy of the audience,
I reassure, this interlude is a crossing
and not a chasm.
The fear is of connection
and not the fall.
I see you sister all grown up, Folding his linen polishing his silver, Sewing his buttons ironing his pants, But why are your sleeves wet sister?
In the dim light of a melting candle, it's really wonderful to meditate, Meditate in the name of God.
This was the Buick Roadmaster of wagons, carrying mail like the Pony Express.
Our imaginary Conestoga wagon wedded to a Sherman tank, our Pegasus, our Streamliner
worthy of the Empire Builder,
I watched as she walked away, Till I could see her no more
But she left behind some thoughts, And my teddy on the floor
That day the snow melted, Both inside and out
That day I finally realized, What childhood is all about
Life taught me a lesson
That I teach you, my child today
You don’t go in search of opportunities
Opportunities, they come your way
Mirza Ghalib did rightly extol,
The world is the body, Delhi its soul
Welcome to Delhi-City of your dreams
Elegant, diverse, cultured and suprem
The air like papier-mâché heavily beautiful
torn music chunks sticky
catch in open passages
send aromatic messages.
In this chatter of individualistic souls
Let us think of something together
Let’s walk on the embankment
Messages carried from the ocean depths of your heart, very calm in the core, yet simple small ripples.
Ready to move beneath six feet of earth, the gateway to the eternal soul
for a fresh start of novel life.
We cling to the shreds of glory that our ancestors left us and to the half-lit memories of our history alive in somebody else's mind.
Where endless tears turn to mindless laughter across the borders of sanity.
In a well furnished nursing home
Germinated a seed,
A girl child was born
Like an unwanted weed,
In the distant sky where the rainbows meet the white clouds, a flower beautiful as a cloudless night is born.
A smile from you can bring tons of moonlight into my world... A beautiful poem by Padmaja Ramesh
Having lost both worlds in the game of love,
There goes a lonesome man, ending his night of grief.
"I believe in unconditional love and equality. Jesus Christ exemplified these qualities."
~ Jack Canfield
A poem on by writer-activist Tenzin Tsundue on his Tibetan roots and identity. Tenzin Tsundue has been involved in the Tibetan independence movement from his student days.
"Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it." - Rabindranath Tagore
