Limited Resources | A Cascade poem by Ritika Nahata

Limited Resources | A Cascade Poem

Limited resources is a Cascade Poem. The speaker of the poem emphasizes her priorites in case she had limited ink to write, limited time to see, and limited memories to retain.
It is a Pattern Based Poem.

Limited Resources | A Cascade poem by Ritika Nahata
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Crave

Not in love but in lust…

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You say today i will listen

You say today i will listen, Your daily complaints, Today i will away, Hold your hand, Feel your pain, You say today i will listen, Daily office, Took time off work, To spend a full…

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A New Feel

I didn’t love you, not at first. I couldn’t let myself become fragile to you…

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Should I teach you, how to love mE?

How to love mE? Should I teach you, how to love mE?Should I keep you, how to have mE?There is nothing more to know Should I peep you, how to touch mE?It was close to…

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Bare branches

  Bare branches.  When stripped of leaves, do they know that spring returns again?  Broken hearts.  When nooses beckon, do they know that love will heal the pain?  

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Render

You’ll hate me when I tell my truth. My feelings splattered on the page. Still wet the tears, though blood runs dry. Your feelings locked in wound lined cage.

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Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Love’s Philosophy | A Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Love’s Philosophy is a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley where the speaker of the poem is trying to woo the addressee. S/he calls for their union stating that it is the divine law of nature.

Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Abou Ben Adhem by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt

“Abou Ben Adhem” is a short poem that says the best expression of the love of God is the love for fellow human beings. It’s neither the prayers nor the church services that get you in the good books of God.

Abou Ben Adhem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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the dinner

This is the second (not in order of writing) of a series that I wrote as an Army Officer posted along the Chinese border in the Himalayas. I went through a period of extreme creative intensity along with a need to self destruct. From several poems that I wrote during that period, I have discarded many but have preserved around 25 which I plan to share on this site, along with a series of stories from a totally different period. In addition to, and alongside my army career, and a corporate career spanning 22 years, I have been a stage and screen actor, and playwright. Some of the poems that I plan to share have been performed on stage as they lend themselves to physicalization. Currently, I use a methodology that I have evolved called “CorporateTheatre” to facilitate experiential learning in high-performance leadership and team dynamics for corporate leadership and teams. This has been welcomed across several Indian and multinational organizations.

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Thorn+Stalk+Rose+Blooming = Flower for the lover

She treated him like he was a thorn in her side He didn’t stalk her, but would leave her wide eyed Rose to the occasion, didn’t cut short the life of a rose Displayed his…

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Toxic love

You left me drowning in the middle of the ocean. But instead of screaming for help, I found myself diving back into you.

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A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose | A Poem by Robert Burns

In “the red, red rose”, Robert Burns is directly speaking to his love. He wants to convey how he will love her till eternity. The distance between them is just physical and temporary.

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
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I promised to write to you, about him

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Alden, My Prince of Peace

Alden, My Prince of Peace With unbridled passion this being faces each new day this body with mind works mechanically knowing that come the night – Peace is certain. – As I lay my head upon your chest legs tangled beneath our covers I can close my eyes – You are my peace. Maria myra trudel 2015

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