Sunday 29 December 2013

The Nonet:


The Nonet:



The blues of lustful scent of your soul

Stark craving for love to happen

Relishing each piece of sin

Coveting your body

Romancing on edge

Longing congress

You and me

Cuddling

Lust....!!!

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- Neha R. Krishna

Haiku:

Haiku:


but my aching soul

crave for your mean love, gift me 

some dark paradise .......!!!

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© Neha R. Krishna


Haiku:

Haiku:



Bind my smile with yours

Delicately embrace it

Sip by sip taste me....!!!

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© Neha R. Krishna

    

Haiku:



Thousands of love tales

To sing and hem on paper

Love doodle in words...!!!

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© Neha R. Krishna

Love,

Last Sunday, when you kissed me goodbye, it was my breath that kissed my heart a goodbye and lingered on your faded footstep. A wait, endeared to soul and time lures serene wait hugged by me. 

Waiting for you,
Love.

© Neha R. Krishna

Love,

It's just a couple of days rusted in your absence and it seems like season of seasons parched and shrivelled. And every moment evaporates away in my longing wait and time dissipates in my lustful wait.

Waiting for you,
Love.

© Neha R. Krishna
Love,

Part of you I conceived tenderly in my thoughts and it completes me. Delicate scintilla of you in my dreams cherished by eyes celebrated by soul worshiped by breath. And in your wait, another day faded to dark. 

Waiting for you,
Love.



© Neha R. Krishna
Love,

Today, I saw you in my tears when it totter down to kiss the corner of my lips, and the way you caress my smile with your fingers, it warmly unfurled the curves and spread over my smile. It was you delicately embracing my thoughts and melting in my times. 

Waiting for you,
Love.


Neha R. Krishna

Thursday 20 June 2013

Haiku:


Unspoken unseen

Untouched emotions, you leashed

And betrayed my heart.


© Neha R. Krishna

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“Valentine gift”

Hold your breath because

I am your valentine gift

Preserve me in your heart

Care me with your love

Kiss me gently hug me warmly

For I am your valentine I am your love….!




© Neha R. Krishna





(The above poem is published in "Love In Verses" by Poets Corner)


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Rubaiyat:

Voice like thousand musical concerts that lure

Depth of devilish eyes is so sincere so pure

I want to fall in love with you because

Still there’s a heart to cure…..!


© Neha R. Krishna



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Rubaiyat:




Stars, in night, was in fear

Flowers, in eyes, was holding tear

Perceiving you as pretty as fay

Colors do fade the color they wear……!




© Neha R. Krishna



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Haiku:



Sinner practicing

Condemn of humanity

Wretched are victims.

© Neha R Krishna


Published in World trade 9/11 tribute 
Charity poetic anthology by Barry Mowles 

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Limerick.



When people see me, they fear in terror

Reading books of blood I learnt some horror

For us, for ghost, people are paranormal

I'm just not being formal

‘Cause for us, humans are a deadly horror.

© Neha R Krishna 

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Thursday 6 June 2013

Nonet:




The blues of lustful scent of your soul

Stark craving for love to happen

Relishing each piece of sin

Coveting your body

Romancing on edge

Longing congress

You and me

Cuddling

Lust.


© Neha R. Krishna


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Friday 31 May 2013

Belle, she is....!


Belle, she is....!


Royal hoyden, like,
She rule, she love

Diadem of innocence 
Oh! So adorable

Sparkling black eyes
Oh! So lustrous

Delicate tender lips
Oh! So garnet

Delightful soul
Oh! So confused 

Idolize happy tears
Fetch smile when sadden

Tremble and shy
And she do lie

Mysterious mystery
To unravel

Oh! So woman
Oh! So belle, she is....!


© Neha R Krishna 



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Monday 27 May 2013

Haiku: "Illusion"

Haiku:  "Illusion"

Illusion of love
Intoxicating my soul
Hallucination...!

© Neha R Krishna

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Haiku: "Addiction"



Ah! this evil love
So sinfully into you
Simply addicted....!


© Neha R Krishna 



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Tuesday 21 May 2013

We are all puppet, dancing to the rhythm of time....

© Neha R Krishna 




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Kiss of death.



Kiss of death.


One innocent 
Sleep,
I welcomed
As I enjoyed,
Embraced, 
Every sip of life.
Enticing warm hug
Offered from
Heavenly arms,
As I have earned
Idyllic blissful
Death.

© Neha R Krishna 


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Monday 13 May 2013

Nonet:







With proposal of love, let me show

How much love is hoard in my heart,

How much I do care, no stars,

No moon, I can bring for

But my universe,

I want to share.

My heart says;

"I love 

You".

© Neha R Krishna 

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The Nonet:





Let’s make love, kindle that lustrous moon

Some gentle move with some soft touch

Be it naughty, be it wild

Twaddle twattle madly

Effortless sinful

Lustful soulful

Passionate

Candid

Love .



© Neha R Krishna


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Wednesday 8 May 2013


"Scarlet red and ivory shine, 
My love taste like an old wine"   


© Neha R. Krishna



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Tuesday 7 May 2013

Haiku: (The Kiss.)




Your love, sweet embrace 
Caressing lips, tender touch
Makes me beautiful...! 

© Neha R Krishna


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Sunday 5 May 2013

Reflection Nonet:


The night is awake to sleep with me
Time jeered that it was no loyal 
Can not hear my screeching soul 
Silence penetrates in
Fearful stabbing night 
Amoral hands 
Practicing 
Sinful
Act.
Some
Unheard
Tales of heart
Censored whispers
Slice of pain to taste
Centralized connection when,
Crawling shadow is unseen
Darkness laying its mare over
The night is awake to sleep with me.

© Neha R Krishna

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Tuesday 30 April 2013

War : (Haiku Chain)

Rotten corrupt hearts,
Mind enlightens evil, each
Soul dead, black sun rose.

Blood flooded river
Drowned life, kills dream, endless tears
No pain left to feel.

Musical concert,
Bomb, bullets are in rhythm
The heart throbs the kill.

Eye sees live nightmare
No run, no escape allowed
Nightmare is scare dead.

Conquer world, to rule
Have to pay pricy life for
Useless word "Freedom".

War to rule, minds fooled
To be free after death, and
Evil smiled with pride.

Silly people are
Who war to worse and worsen
Death they gift themselves.

Numb heart pumps no life
Terror rules land and grieved eyes
Happy painful life.

Death abandoned life
The last drop of water dried
Mourning last prayer.

When our heart is scared
Sacred prayers we share, but
Divine eyes are wet.

Looking us unrest
With minds at war, blood on hands
Divine eyes are wet.

His angels are dead
World drowned, destructed, ruined
Humanity ends.

Satin garnet stain
On my soul and I'm trying
To wash away death.

Again and again
I washed, washed away the stain
Of my soul, I sinned.

Soul deepens in sleep
Sarcastic journey ends, and
Earned death, but no peace.



© Neha R Krishna


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Tuesday 23 April 2013

"Confession"

Somewhere or the other we all are living a life in which we are not happy, something which is not ours, something that annoys us, but we are afraid of complaining, we are afraid of accepting the truth, a truth which is alive in us but hidden from this world. A truth that has all the power to bring change. This short fiction story "Confession" is about a girl Neer who wants  challenges and want to adorn her life with music and her parents have different plans for her.



"Confession"


One lazy day, some lazy hours of late morning when Maa, as usual, woke me up with all her taunting inspirational words about which she thinks they will shake my inner core and will make me a responsible girl but she will never understand that all her jeering words have no effect on me. It’s been a year and half of my graduation and ‘m standing nowhere in this world just living a bland silent life with no job, no friends no interest in further studies and it seems like no life. Every day I get up with my Maa’s inspirational words and stand in front of a mirror with disgraced eyes staring at my shadow in the mirror with a question mark, doubting my belief, quizzing my silence about when I will put an end to this fear of not facing the truth? Till when I will lead a robotic life where there is no freedom, no peace of mind, no life I just don’t know how to face this world on my own ‘m so lost. Sometimes I feel like shouting out loud “I’m Neer and my passion is music” why the hell this world cannot understand my urge for life with music.
Heya guys! This is me Neer, a small-town girl with much big dreams. Did my schooling from Dayanand High School cause my Maa thinks that it was the best school of my town and did my graduation from Indian Institute of Banking and Finance because my Paa thinks that it was the best college and they manufacture really good banker. Yes!  You guessed it right my Paa wants me to be a banker. A 9 to 5 job, good salary, perks and lots more facilities which go on blah blah and blah…..! But never asked me what I want to do in my life. Music is my life yaar! as if they ever concerned. When things actually don’t move according to you it makes you feel that no one bothers for what you think, what you want and everything and everyone seems against you even your belief. Fear was in my mind but still there was a little faith in my heart that HE cannot be so cruel to me, now it depends on me and my courage how to convince my parents. I must tell you this isn’t an easy job. But I decided to explode up at dinner when actually we all three are together but silent, cause we don’t have anything to talk. It was nine when we were at the table having food, actually Maa and Paa were having dinner and I was just confused how to start the conversation, should I opt for melodramatic way, will that be convincing, how will they react, will there be a yes from their end, are they going to understand my dream for life etc., etc. all these questions were moving round and round like a tornado in my mind and I was digging my plate with a spoon and chaotic mind. You need big words for your big confession. I was tensed and worried. Looking at my behavior Maa asked, “ Neer, are you alright, why ain’t  you having your food beta”
It is suffocating when you want to fight with your fear who is ruling you since very long, but I closed my eyes and with all my strength I said “ Maa, long, but I have something to say” when I opened my eyes I saw they were normally having their food, my voice was so low that it was within me. I again assembled all my strength and said out loud “Maa, Paa I have a confession to make” and this time I was so loud that it did smack them with great intensity. Their pallid aghast expression made me realize that I was literally loud. Though their doubtful eyes was making me feel uncomfortable as if I have committed some crime by saying this, but ignoring my nervousness I continued “I have something to say, did you ever notice that ‘m not happy I never smile I don't have any friends, any life. Don’t you feel to ask me why ‘m so rude with my life and what ‘m interested in” when I was saying all this I realized that their expressions were still same and with a big question mark as if something is wrong with me. After seeing all this I decided to cut out all the crap and directly I said, “Music is my passion, it is my dream. I cannot be a banker, 9 to 5 job is not my cup of tea Paa, 1st I thought that I can lead a life, what you planned for me but in reality it suffocates me I cannot lie to myself. My life is music and I dreamt of it.”
My Maa’s expressions were like typical Indian mother type teary eyes and words like “what rubbish ‘m talking off” and then my Paa exclaimed “hmm…! Whatever I have planned for you beta, is for your betterment, I want you to settle in your life I want you to have a good life and this job can give you both.” I interrupted in between saying “but this will not give me any happiness a good life.” then I added with some melodramatic words “Don’t you want to see your daughter happy trust me Paa I won’t let you down. I assure you that I will come up with flying colors and musical wings Paa please say yes”. After this there was a pin drop silence in the room and I can clearly hear the tick tick of the watch as its second's hand were moving and increasing my curiosity to know where this conversation ends.

It was that night and it's today (a week later) when ‘m packing my bags to go away from home. You must be thinking what happened that night, “fear always stops you from doing things, but when you go against your fear, you earn your life” and I did the same. That night my Paa said “Yes” and I got my life back. I have taken admissions to " KM Music Conservatory" and my journey to life begins from here. 

© Neha R Krishna

Monday 11 March 2013

Haiku:

Haiku:

Immaculate vague


Immeasurable boundless


Impeccable love..! 


© Neha R Krishna


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