No tranquillity
only war
and destruction.
Human race are in danger!
Broken walls,
fragile rooftops,
cracked buildings
and wrecked
face of almighty.
Vanquished hopes
of human beings.
Still,
None can
defeat the power
Of my Lord!
Anisha Das
In response to the weekly challenge by Helene Vaillant
On a silent night,
under the pale moon light.
A secret date was settled.
Suddenly a familiar footsteps meddled
and scrambled Tom.
Hanging under the tiles of rooftop
was the only option left to him.
‘It’s too late child. You will catch cold. Come into the room, dear. ‘said Jenny’s father.
‘I will be there soon father’ confirmed Jenny.
‘There is no need to hide your boyfriend as it can cause an accident and a heartbreak too. ‘ said Jenny’s father in a chuckled tune.
Anisha Das.
In response to weekly challenge by Helene Vaillant -Willow Poetry
Gift! Gift! Gift !
It’s my last gift from my late uncle .
I Opened the gift wrapper
and found some sweet memories.
Old letters wrapped in an envelope
perfumed with a sweet scent,
wilted flowers,
a picture of mine with him
painted in a coloured canvas.
Memories snapped on my mind.
Tears sparkled in my eyes with a sweet rapture.
Anisha Das.
In response to weekly challenge by Helene Vaillant -Willow Poetry
“You will fly my child. “said the mother.
“Really Mummy. ” uttered the little boy.
” Yes! Just how a caterpillar
comes out of an egg.
It feed on leaves
and shred it’s shell.
One day it changed into pupa.
Then after a long waiting,
finally it emerged into a beautiful butterfly ”
muttered the mother.
” Yes mummy! I will fly like a butterfly
and fulfil your aspirations one day. ”
whispered the child in his gleeful tune.
Anisha Das.
Once again the Queen meet the king
in a castle venued in the Heaven.
The angels arranged the occasion
in a prepossesing way.
The Queen came out in a
white fascinating dress.
While the king appealed the
crowd with his evergreen striking manner.
A heavenly kiss took place between them,
captivating the picturesque moment
settled in the Heaven.
Once again the old memories
rushed back when they
met first before their death.
True love meet again and again.
Hence the proverbs carried on as well!
Anisha Das
Letter!Letter!
Yes that my father’s letter .
I heard my name
coming from distant land,
sometimes from the overlying round shaped hills and
sometimes along the brick paved muddy path.
Nandini ! Nandini!
“It’s yours father letter ” said the postman.
“Hurry!Hurry! dear as I have to catch the last train for bringing tomorrow letters. ” uttered the postman.
He gave me the envelope and whistled his way towards the railway station.
I opened my letter and it’s written there “I’m coming back very soon as holidays are very near. ”
Yes that’s the happy letter which a daughter always wish from his beloved father.
Anisha Das.
Then on one certain daybreak,
I realised that
I will not search for thee!
Let the dawn meet the dusk
at some point where lovers meet.
Let the Sun meet the moon
in the blushing sky.
Let the light meet the shadow
when two souls meet.
Let the rivers meet the mountain
at some slightest corner in this world.
But oh! dear, I promise that,
I will not look for thee anymore!
Anisha Das.
