Submissions by Gagan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Well I don't see myself as a poet. I write what I feel and what comes in my mind.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 3:55pm
24th Feb 2014 3:55pm
Call of Wild
as season maddens
the time saddens,
ephemeral scene, overwhelming
I gaze in vain
why but still wander
yonder !
the horizon ablaze with reddish sunset,
birds flying away, home
but I keep searching
the no man's land
nothing but sounds from distant vales
of breating trees, of beasts,
of insects, of streams
and call of wild through breeze
the time saddens,
ephemeral scene, overwhelming
I gaze in vain
why but still wander
yonder !
the horizon ablaze with reddish sunset,
birds flying away, home
but I keep searching
the no man's land
nothing but sounds from distant vales
of breating trees, of beasts,
of insects, of streams
and call of wild through breeze
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 3:05pm
21st Dec 2013 3:05pm
' That Girl From The Moon '
i was so sad and lonely
but then she came,
out of nowhere
she gave me beam of happyness
a little secret to smile,
that was cheese.
she told me she was from moon, a cheesy one
i was tripping and dreaming
trying to be happy,
trying to get love,
and was learning to give love
sweet, strong and sometimes cold.
she was magic,
not just another girl
that girl from the moon
she said, i was flying too high
i thought she was scared to fly
asked her out to come fly with me,
but...
but then she came,
out of nowhere
she gave me beam of happyness
a little secret to smile,
that was cheese.
she told me she was from moon, a cheesy one
i was tripping and dreaming
trying to be happy,
trying to get love,
and was learning to give love
sweet, strong and sometimes cold.
she was magic,
not just another girl
that girl from the moon
she said, i was flying too high
i thought she was scared to fly
asked her out to come fly with me,
but...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 1:25pm
20th Dec 2013 1:25pm
' Bleed '
now its time to live
i realise life is a pain,
without pain you don't feel a thing.
don't be always happy,
its impossible, human being !
stop faking a thousand smiles. don't let tears dry in eyes,
let it flow gently down your smooth
cheek,
it washes your pain and sorrow.
cut your skin a little
let the crimson red bleed.
trust me it feels good,
ya it surely does.
get lost, find a way,
and see what you explore
what was weird becomes real
i'll promise you i'm being true.
the scars will heal,
everything is fine . ...
i realise life is a pain,
without pain you don't feel a thing.
don't be always happy,
its impossible, human being !
stop faking a thousand smiles. don't let tears dry in eyes,
let it flow gently down your smooth
cheek,
it washes your pain and sorrow.
cut your skin a little
let the crimson red bleed.
trust me it feels good,
ya it surely does.
get lost, find a way,
and see what you explore
what was weird becomes real
i'll promise you i'm being true.
the scars will heal,
everything is fine . ...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 9:27am
2nd Dec 2013 9:27am
Insanity
I talk to myself,
I said I talk to myself.
I believe in myself, others not worthy of my trust.
maybe I am being selfish, and closed up.
hysterical, pathetic and ignorant.
madness all over my head.
what should i do ?
I've been giving so much,
I just don't get it back.
my man says, maybe you need love. but man, all i get is betrayal and
questions left unanswered.
hypnotized by the silence,
I lie in bed and stare at ceiling.
I wonder, Is something wrong with
me ?
thoughts arise, strange and confusing.
perception of...
I said I talk to myself.
I believe in myself, others not worthy of my trust.
maybe I am being selfish, and closed up.
hysterical, pathetic and ignorant.
madness all over my head.
what should i do ?
I've been giving so much,
I just don't get it back.
my man says, maybe you need love. but man, all i get is betrayal and
questions left unanswered.
hypnotized by the silence,
I lie in bed and stare at ceiling.
I wonder, Is something wrong with
me ?
thoughts arise, strange and confusing.
perception of...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 9:00am
2nd Dec 2013 9:00am
Hallucination
blazing fire of chillum
flames of consciousness arise
body trembles, soul elevetes
mind wanders for escape
i drown deep in the ocean of wonder
insane curiosity, sanity lost
my feeling and ephiphanies, madness
ganja, the elixir of life
the devil's plant
opens my mind to question
question this existence, question the truth
skeptic awakening, haunting ecstasy
hallucination, hallucination
puff away from unveiling illusion
fathom hell or rise above heaven
feel the sublime chaos,patiently
explore the realm beyond reality quite...
flames of consciousness arise
body trembles, soul elevetes
mind wanders for escape
i drown deep in the ocean of wonder
insane curiosity, sanity lost
my feeling and ephiphanies, madness
ganja, the elixir of life
the devil's plant
opens my mind to question
question this existence, question the truth
skeptic awakening, haunting ecstasy
hallucination, hallucination
puff away from unveiling illusion
fathom hell or rise above heaven
feel the sublime chaos,patiently
explore the realm beyond reality quite...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2013 3:54pm
28th Nov 2013 3:54pm
An Ode to an Old Whore
mournful silence in a brothel
dying moments of a sick old whore.
no pity, no compassion, no one to
weep.
obsolete her existence
name anonymous and lost.
unholy, disgusting her work they say...
but consumed, abused and created by them.
never she felt warm embrace
icy gropings is all she got,
raped, tortured, strangled hundreds of times,
still she is the whore ?
who sold her virtue and soul.
if only society could see through their pleasure and prejudice,
she wouldn't be called immoral,
a pestilence...
once a...
dying moments of a sick old whore.
no pity, no compassion, no one to
weep.
obsolete her existence
name anonymous and lost.
unholy, disgusting her work they say...
but consumed, abused and created by them.
never she felt warm embrace
icy gropings is all she got,
raped, tortured, strangled hundreds of times,
still she is the whore ?
who sold her virtue and soul.
if only society could see through their pleasure and prejudice,
she wouldn't be called immoral,
a pestilence...
once a...
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