Lifestyle Poems
A Paradise Turns Hell (Haiku) - 03
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
A kid asks for more-
Just a loaf could not quench hunger.
A paradise turns into Hell.
Abduction
by Satish Verma
Riddled with shocks, a
ripening moon, rises in
pain, like wingless bird.
In search of human―
nest, to get back to sanctuary
of tender embrace.
I imagine you
standing at half-open door,
......
The sky of soul - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
Crossing the far away sky of soul
In the pilgrimage of light
on the fine coast of extinction,
we will meet
There, in whose space
creation first became existence
we will turn this monotonic world
into a celestial melody of sounds
In the emptiness spinning
without aims or needs
......
A Paradise Turns Hell (Haiku)- 06
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
The young wife visits temples,
To pray for her husband's well being.
He attends a massage parlour.
Preparation
by Effie Waller Smith
I have no time for those things now,' we say;
"But in the future just a little way,
No longer by this ceaseless toil oppressed,
I shall have leisure then for thought and rest.
When I the debts upon my land have paid,
Or on foundations firm my business laid,
I shall take time for discourse long and sweet
With those beloved who round my hearthstone meet;
I shall take time on mornings still and cool
To seek the freshness dim of wood and pool,
......
A Paradise Turns Hell (Haiku)- 06
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
The young wife visits temples,
To pray for her husband's well being.
He attends a massage parlour.
A Paradise Turns Hell (Haiku) - 05
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
She is about to die-
Her son, dwelling abroad sends dollars only
The mother dies of thirst.
A Paradise Turns Hell (Haiku) - 04
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
A girl denied new frock-
The old one is old and torn.
A paradise turns into Hell.
A Paradise Turns Hell (Haiku) - 03
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
A kid asks for more-
Just a loaf could not quench hunger.
A paradise turns into Hell.
The sky of soul - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
Crossing the far away sky of soul
In the pilgrimage of light
on the fine coast of extinction,
we will meet
There, in whose space
creation first became existence
we will turn this monotonic world
into a celestial melody of sounds
In the emptiness spinning
without aims or needs
......
