Poems : Issue X : November 2015 : ISSN : 2454-4574
Poems published in November 2015 Issue of Ashvamegh Journal
Read below the poems of selected poets in the November 2015 issue of Ashvamegh.
Read Poems by Rachana Pandey
Rachana Pandey, Poems
That Day
That day will come
when KNOTS will not remain an obligation
when Age will supersede everything else.
That day will come
When familial responsibilities will pass to the next,
when Age will supersede everything else.
That day will come
When work will take retirement itself,
when feeding and caring will pass to the next.
That day will come
When you will be encouraged
to meet, to “pass” time with your dear ones.
That day will come
When TIME will no more be a factor, an obstacle,
to stop you … rather it will become yours!
When Time will be in its last phase,
The last phase, the most beautiful it will be …
I believe.
Yes! That day will come
when we’ll meet, we’ll live together
till my ‘forever’, till yours ‘forever’
till the end of the light of the world.
I Am Alive
Switch on, switch off!!
Smile … no, no! Emoticons!!
Feeling… no, Status updating!!
Breathing … nah! Always ONLINE!!!
Switch on, switch off!!
We have life behind the screen, don’t we?
We do have love, life, friendship behind screen, don’t we have?
But …
Ah! Switch off actually to recharge oneself,
Not on data base, not virtually but
Lively, soulfully, with blood and emotions …
There might be a way
Yes! There might be …
Rachana Pandey, An Introduction to the Poet
Rachana Pandey belongs to Varanasi, the city of Ghats. A senior research fellow in the department of English at Banaras Hindu University, her research areas are Indian English drama, feminism and gender studies. She has published some insightful research papers in different journals.
Read Poems by Puja Chakraberty
Poems by Puja Chakraberty
Betrayal and Forgiveness
Revenge is like an ever-bemoaning shroud
The more you seek, the more hollow and bleak
So now, I grant forgiveness unto thou
And let my soul rest in peace.
Repentance and grudge adorn the fool’s brow
Blurs his vision, casts him weak.
So try as you might and force me down
I will climb and flag the mountain peak
I shall not let the past govern my present
I am who I choose to be
And not what you can make of me.
Sorrow
Weep aloud my faithful tears
For thou art my only solace and company
The observer of my pains
The chronicler of my glee
So howl and sob and beat thy breasts
As oft as thou can be
For when the storm departs after a lull of sombre agony
I shall find you there like the glorious sunshine
Leading me towards victory.
Introduction to the poet, Puja Chakraberty
Puja Chakraberty is editor and writer at Upwork Inc. California, United States. She is an internationally acclaimed Larkin scholar, a prolific writer and an accomplished poet. She has authored a number of research papers, articles and works published in national and international journals and publications worldwide. She is also the author of a number of academic books, Understanding William Skaespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra and Hamlet: A Parapsychological Reading to name a few.
Read Poems by Churchit Naib
Poems by Churchit Naib
Lend me my childhood
Lend me a week of those days
When our thoughts could soar the sky
With head held up high.
When eyes dripped of innocence
And tongues loathed cries.
Lend me a day of those times
When mother’s lap was a pillow of mine
And father’s pat could make us fly
When our worries flew away like dust
Off a carpet we dirtied with mud.
Lend me a second
Of that childhood picture we hung
On walls that sung
The ode to distant times.
Hello Kid
Hello Kid!
Are you watching us?
We spark your life
Are you feeling us?
We carry your diminished pride
Are you praying to us?
We are the shadow of a curtained smile
Are you reaching to us?
Hey kid!
Isn’t there another of our kind?
Is there?
Don’t you overlook their strikes?
Do you?
Can’t you carve external lies?
Can you?
Won’t you fool another eye?
Will you?
Hey kid!
Try not to look past the sky!
We are the ones who make your life!
Let’s close these innocent open eyes!
We will snatch your Golden Pride!
We will bury your senses alive!
Cuff your third eye!
Hey kid!
Don’t worry!
You will see the world Just as Fine.
Introduction to the Poet:
Churchit Naib is 22, from Delhi. He is an engineering student who happens to be an aspiring poet. He has been travelling with his family since he was a small kid mainly because of their job, and hence, he is a little multi-cultured and easy to get along with. He started writing since fourth grade because of a teacher who helped him understand basics of poetry (this was when he lived in France) and since then it has been on and off. Now he has become more and more interested in writing poems and it’s basically what he does to vent out his thoughts. His work is simple and complex at the same time. A little dark at times.
Read Poems by Ogana David
Poems by Ogana David
Mother
CHANGES
What is of salt stays in salt
what is of flesh stays in flesh
but what will be if things shrivel
when the salt is added to the blood
the body breaks then,
emptying souls?
the salt becomes the Alt
and the flesh the essence –
what is left untouch
is now movable
we feel the spring
in sleep.
The night in a pyjama
wanting my legs to bed.
Drive
GROWING.
The wanton boys spin
some citrus seeds
in the late spring amongts
garden flowers
that grow slowly
exploring roots in metal bars
some lemon grooves
of the wood magnet in
a tensile stress
makes it a pushing jack
spinning lime tree or
into flesh as it meat in meat.
The hand drive that
pushes seeds
into the deepest ground
are spoilt fingers
as of all ages; the boys freezes
plants.
we manage to raise each
seedling
from clay pots, in the potting
measures.
Introduction to the poet:
Ogana D. Okpah is a Nigerian obsessed with writing poetry and the art in general. He is an undergraduate of Plant Science and Biotechnology studying with Nasarawa state university, Nigeria. He has been published in The New Black Magazine, Africanwriter.com as well as Former People Journal: a journal of bang and whimpers. He is currently awaiting publication elsewhere.