For The “Other” Woman by Attracta Fahy
So…. this is how it goes….
“She doesn’t really understand me”
“I was young when I met her”
“I fell out of love with her”
“My heart was broken for my kids”
“I stayed for the children”
“She held me back”
“I tried so hard”
‘I felt really guilty”
“She was very insecure”
“I could never do enough”
“She was very difficult”
“She controls me”
“She didn’t appreciate me”
“She is too sensitive”
“She wasn’t affectionate”
So…. these are the lists
“of commands”
delivered to you,
the “Other” woman…..
You know now…. how you must be!
thrown into competitive
illusion,
that you
will fill the hungry ghost of
emptiness,
becoming what she was not,
not seeing…… what he is
blinded, you believe,
it will be different with you.
So…..You have taken up the mantle
she left down,
in grief, for…
Genre: Rhyme, Society
WEAK END
by HABIB AKEWUSOLA
Kill fear, bury her in
Thy tinny chest,
Lyrics of bravery,
Dancing to work daily.
Campaign leaks pay,
Popping bubbles cause
A perfect friday.
Age is my pride
On the days that I climb
Pain is a sign
Soul isn't for man.
So,
Man the good,
Tame the evil.
You can't read love
Leadership is worse,
But,
Wire connects a new world.
Rename fear into strength
Remain friends with respect,
Keep humility close to thy chest,
Decency must label your dress.
Prosperity will call me next.
You call me jaggery lips
though you have never sucked on
golden blob of sweetness
and have no idea about its taste
only a vague memory of
something you had sampled in Mexico
made of sugarcane juice
Sweet and fragrant!
Category – Romantic
Sweet and Fragrant Nirvana
by Nalini Priyadarshni
You call me jaggery lips
though you have never sucked on
golden blob of sweetness
and have no idea about its taste
only a vague memory of
something you had sampled in Mexico
made of sugarcane juice
Sweet and fragrant!
Maybe you have forgotten gulkand
in your post dinner paan with silver foil
after a long day of sightseeing
in the heat and dust of Benaras
that started at Ghats and culminated
at the silk shop where sitting midst
thousands of pieces of fine silk
you picked golden Ganesha on black
my favorite god whose figurines I collect
A coincidence you would say
of course, like countless others.
Sipping ice cold water under the droning fan
browsing through vibrant silk pieces
each more beautiful than the previous
with no intention to buy any, after the
oppressive heat of the day you had spent wandering
the streets of the ancient city with your juvenile guide
you picked my favorite god to take back home
India you did not pack in your backpack
lodged itself beneath your nails
flowered as a trident on your palm
to unfold in the folds of your skin
in the twilight of ‘beaver state’
Thronging with love, gurgling chaos
it nestles in the crevices of your soles
You now return to me in myriad pieces
I stow away at the back of my lingerie drawer
run my finger along their edges listening to Beatles
try to put them together in sultry afternoons
let lusty mangoes seduce me into thinking
we can find a way to turn the clock around
and find nirvana in slurping their nectar
Author info- Nalini Priyadarshni is a poet, writer, editor and amateur photographer. Her work has appeared at various international magazines and lit journals including Up the Staircase Weekly, eFiction India, Mad Swirl, Crescent Magazine, The Riveter Review, Writes & Lovers Café, The Gambler, Camel Saloon, Earl of Plaid, CUIB-NEST-NIDO, and The Open Road Review, Phoenix Photo and Fiction, Undertow Tanka besides numerous anthologies including Resonance, I Am Woman, Awakening of She, Art of Being Human etc. She lives in Ludhiana, India with her husband and two feisty kids. Her first solo poetry collection Doppelgänger In My House is expected in 2016.
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I sat on the sands of time,
Watched the past go as if it wasn’t mine.
And I waited for eternity; just to see,
See the future where you’d be with me.
I heard the songs of dreams as I waited,
And glued my eyes to the horizon as I fall asleep,
But woke up just in time as I had promises to keep.
Genre: Rhyme, Relationship
Tales of a Time Traveler
by Aditya Mankad
I sat on the sands of time,
Watched the past go as if it wasn’t mine.
And I waited for eternity; just to see,
See the future where you’d be with me.
I heard the songs of dreams as I waited,
And glued my eyes to the horizon as I fall asleep,
But woke up just in time as I had promises to keep.
I was touched by love,
And it burned me hard,
Made me invincible and left me scarred.
And now I won’t fail to mention,
How I still miss you; event in the Nth dimension,
And I realize it now,
How it has always been,
Me falling for you;
You being the red for my blue.
Me feeling the pain;
All seems as right as rain.
I realize it now,
as it makes my stomach churn;
as I long for another scar,
Another burn.
And I hope that there comes a day,
When,
leaves turn brown,
sun shines,
and the sky is all blue,
I would be right where I belong,
With you.
But until then,
I must do what I do best,
Go down the road,
Feared by the rest.
The path itself is the parchment where we wrote,
Wrote the stories of us both.
And our footprints became the ink,
Which can even make the stars sink.
What shall I do now?
Should I wait?
Should I go and tell our tale
and let my promises fail?
Or shall I wait and wait,
and wait,
And keep faith the fate;
Let the world forget who we are,
Wait till you come to give me another scar.
She poured out her mind thus:
My dream came true,
As the way I do
Everything with you,
No one else will ever do –
Then we caught a cold.
So, let us grab another day
To drive this matrimonial acrimony away.
Genre: Rhyme, Relationship
<B>ATONEMENT
(For Ako and Antigha)
by Orok Duke</b>
She poured out her mind thus:
My dream came true,
As the way I do
Everything with you,
No one else will ever do –
Then we caught a cold.
So, let us grab another day
To drive this matrimonial acrimony away.
On that chosen day,
A day that was gladsome and gay,
They found time to be alone,
For them to review and atone.
Later that day,
Towards the midnight hour,
I overheard, ”Can I join you?”
And a reply, ”Of course, love!”
Then: smack, muffles, giggles, kisses and some other
Unrecognisable but hushed sounds,
Came from their Honeymoon suite.
They slept peacefully after.
She drifted back to memory lane,
To when she heard him for the first time:
The sonorous, but guttural voice
And that familiar scent of smitten lovers,
Wafted slowly and overwhelmed the room,
Reminding them of those blissful days –
The way they were,
Their idyllic days in Obio Usiere.
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Fall down, lay low and pray,
The delay of the crowd is blinding.
Fall down, lay low and pray,
Realized fear is now arising,
Fall down, lay-low and pray,
My God the Blood is Spraying.
Fall down, lay-low and pray,
The delay, to Reload, was temporary.
Fall down, no need, we lay,
Like birds we flocked together.
Be still, don’t move, they’ll see,
oh God please here our plea.
Cry out, don’t shoot, don’t kill,
Deaths release is now upon thee.
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