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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ To Meera ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ To Meera ☆ ( Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’ji succeeded to break illusion of Meera of so called Kaliyug.  If one can understand, it is a great message for woman.  Always pray almighty God Krishna but, don't wait for him to solve your problems. Only you have to solve your problems. The great poem with great message for everyone.)  Wake up Meera! If someone sends you a basket With cobra And names it as a basket of flowers, It won’t turn into a Krishna’s idol, A cobra it shall remain!   Wake up Meera! If you are delivered a cup of poison Stating that it is nectar, Even if you offer it to Krishna, Poison it shall remain And you shall die!   Wake up Meera! If you jump in a river, There shall be no Krishna To make you float; And drowning shall be your destiny!   Wake up Meera! Learn to survive on your own! Miracles don’t happen, And no one comes to save anyone- Seeing this ruthless, frigid and unsentimental world, Even the Krishnas have disappeared; You have to learn to swim And...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Thoughts in my pocket  ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ Thoughts in my pocket  ☆ (We present this amazingly scripted poem by Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’ ji.  This amazing poem on thoughts has an amazing control on thoughts too. I salute Ms. Neelam ji  to pen down such a beautiful poem for which sky is the limit.)   With a few thoughts in my pocket I wandered over the hills and vales; Wondering how to stitch them together And in a pretty poetry interlace…   I tossed some of the thoughts in the air And held them in my hands once again; With the fragrance of the milieu A beautiful aroma was embedded in them…   I weaved the thoughts one by one On a needle, just like a wool soft; Their beauty swelled manifold And in happiness they rocked…   I dipped the thoughts in colourful dyes, They became colourful and merry too; In the magnificent canvas of life, They like delighted birds cooed…   I made some syrup of gur and sugar And submerged them in the liquid; My thoughts became sugar-coated and sweet They drooled in tranquillity and were...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Fear of Future ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ Fear of Future ☆ (Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’s  poem “Fear of Future”  is amazing.  Feeling of an unborn child in a foetus can be only imagined and felt by a women author.  Truly, as a gentleman author I can only honour the  feelings of a women.)   Embedded in the womb of time, The foetus of an unborn child stretched its feet; It kicked and growled and roared, Tremendous energy existed in the frame petite!   It troubled the mom by playing mischief, Now and then it would kick the womb’s wall; As if that was not enough It would move around violently like a football!   Pestered by the waywardness of the foetus, The desolate mother would wail tears; Perturbed by its tricks and guiles, The pitiful mother would shiver with fears!   An illegitimate and unwanted child it was, The mother knew not how to abort it; Her nervousness kept multiplying every moment, And her forlorn tummy grew bit by bit!   The foetus was nothing but the fear of the future And though it didn’t exist, it...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Bequest ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ Bequest ☆ (Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’s  poem “Bequest”  will definitely compel you to think that how dark night and dark side of life follows like a ghost for whole life, particularly in dark.  Still, I find a silent message to struggle with present for the future.)   So peaceful was her life, The sea provided her a peaceful calm; The waves were lovely and soothing Having a composed charm...   Suddenly it was dark The albatross shrieked; There were wild tremors Jeopardy reeked...   Life changed for her In the fraction of a second, There was water and water And then everything blackened...   The enchanting sea Engulfed her near and dear ones; The waves which had been tranquil erstwhile Suddenly became destructive like dragons...   As she was helplessly watching the destruction, There was a loud uproar- One particular large wave jumped at her And she was dragged ashore...   The harbour waves kept Pushing and pulling her; But she kept holding on Like a providential survivor...   Although she could endure and live on, She still feels hapless and sad- Her near and dear ones Have left for the other...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Woman ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ Woman ☆ (Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’s  poem “Woman”  will definitely compel you to think not only "woman's emotions" but "Woman Power" too.  Amazingly scripted.)   Everyone thought that I am a breeze Flowing gently over hills and vales, Regaling all those who come my way, Revitalizing those whose heart ails.   Air, that I am, I have various shapes And the tender breeze was just one form; When time summons me to rise, My own strength I outperform.   Stronger and stronger I blow and blow Stirring all those who come my way; Affection does win me over anytime But arrogance makes me harder sway.   The more the hostility, the more my outburst, My anger then assumes the form of tempest; Crushing everything that comes in my path, Submerging the vast cities and the forests…   I am a woman The way you perceive me, a reflection you shall see; If you love and admire me, I shall be a gentle breeze, If you downcast me, I shall rise like a phoenix!   © Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Illimitable You ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ Illimitable You ☆ (Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’s  poem "Illimitable You" amazingly describes each and every aspect of life, memories and existence after death without using the word 'soul'.  I can only say a word 'mesmerized'.)   They say that gone are you Gone forever… They say that your body has with sand mixed All the traces of your existence taking away…   I try to grasp the facts But my heart to disagree continues…   When your body burnt Something called you on the ground below fell… Grown there are small shoots of plants- Didn’t they see?   When your ashes were in the water dispersed A part of you touched the shores Sprouted there is life in the form of small plants- Can no one see?   When a part of you with the river water mingled, A few fishes drank you bringing new zest in them- Didn’t they see?   When the remaining of you With the sea mixed You brought hope in the whole world…   To a few of us solely you belonged Till a little while ago But now you are omnipotent Giving...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆Tearful Adieu ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆Tearful Adieu  ☆ (Thousand salutes to Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’s pen to pen down such emotional poem. Only an author/mother poet like Ms Neelam ji can write such poem. I could not stop my tears while reading this poem being a human being and an author/father of a daughter who is now mother.)   Mom, so secured was I in your womb; My life inside you was a real miracle! My tiny feet swam in glee; my little hands cuddled you merrily; My toothless mouth would often giggle and cackle!   Mom, so happy was I in your womb; But, one day, some quivering clatters I could hear - I heard someone scream and roar, "I don’t want daughters anymore!" I sobbed as I listened to your helpless tears...   Mom, how could I smile in your womb When I had understood that being a daughter was so bad? My little eyes cried and heart yelled; something in me had already failed Alas, I realized that I would soon be dead!   Mom, although I...
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English Literature – Words ….on my heart’s paper boat – Hemant Bawankar

Hemant Bawankar Words ....on my heart’s paper boat (This poem has been cited from my book “The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)   The mist soft wind a piece of sunshine between the clouds miles away on foreign land slips on old city old buildings old forts, palaces on the surface of the river and on the lake every afternoon far away up to where goes my vision.   And then, suddenly words seem to flow, on my heart’s paper boat on black road like river far on the turn downhill and finally lost by the lake by the river and old city old city lanes.   Then shattering earthy scent of the homeland words start squirting floating and soaking my heart’s paper boat with words to conscience eyes and far on mountain slopes a black river like roadsides roofs of houses and house where lives a piece of my heart under the shadow of a beam of sun rays.   © Hemant Bawankar ...
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English Literature – Poetry – * A Journey called Life! * – Mr Piyush Lokhande

Mr Piyush Lokhande   A Journey called Life!   Darkness of the night sky with diamonds twinkling, The stars don’t disappear, they keep blazing. Mystic and supernatural is the aura rendered blissfully, For the stars whisper the dialect of the unspoken instinctively. Roaming-about, discovering places and unraveling hidden secrets sounds so intriguing, All this doubles and triples while embarking. Travel ain’t just an activity but a part of our very life, Making one’s mind ain’t as tough as fire and ice. Soaring high up above the horizons and limits, Carving a niche amongst the not so infamous. Diversified food, culture, ethnicity and religion delivers immortal meaning, For journey is not meant to be traveled but lived without intervening. Trivial and insightful thoughts have their value in gold, Being reciprocative of what your dreams are about knows no threshold.   © Mr Piyush Lokhande...
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English Literature – Poetry – * When the Night Goes Dark!!! * – Mr Piyush Lokhande

Mr Piyush Lokhande   When the Night Goes Dark!!!   (e-abhivyakti welcomes Mr Piyush Lokhande.  Mr Piyush is a brilliant young poet and we present his amazing poem When the Night Goes Dark!!!.)    It feels so lonely and fearful when the night goes dark, Hear the hounds from the distance while they bark. Embarking on an unending journey, a traveler starts, Nocturnals coming out from their shades and the moon’s dim arc.   The wanderer wanders amidst the dusk so black, Seeking and searching the purpose of his very existence Like a lost duck separated from his trustworthy pack.   Haunted and bewildered by the wilderness around, The poor soul’s eyes lit up sighting a hut by the nearby ground. Topsy and curvy pavements lead onto a ray of hope, Only to be obstructed by a dim shadow lurking in a bright night cloak.   Shimmy gray eyes of an aged damsel inquire the traveler’s intentions, Food, thirst and a place to rest gain an instinctive ascension. Touched by the tourist’s sorry state, queen nods hesitantly, Warm cup of soup and soft cozy blanket...
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