Far the citylights Below the stars Admist the moonlight There we are… Near the seashore On the sand.. Your head on my lap And fingers entangled in my hand… Cool the atmosphere And splashing of waves.. The beating of our hearts With warmth in our breathes… The long walk on the coast Is the bliss of passing time… Like the water embraces the shore For years together we shall bind…
“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.
मोहब्बत भी कितनी अजीब चीज़ होती है, रूठकर उससे कितना भी दूर चले जायें मगर दिल उसी के पास रहता है । इसका शिकवा भी ये ही बयान करता है, चश्मा उसी के घर रह जाने का मतलब उसका दिल उसी के घर रह गया । #updivine #UpDivineyourwibe
A Sound Concession is a poem about music and sounds. Read More ….
I’m trying to focus on my study, In front of her beauty I can’t see anybody, The smell of her body is controlling my mind, Books are talking;I’m moving and there’s music🎶 of love in…
SOMETIMES THE PUPPET HAND (c) copyright by Cupideros, January 12, 2020, 6:54 CHORUS Sometimes . . . the puppet hand is not her brand. Sometimes the puppet hand is someone else’s hand. Could be a gay, lesbian or LEFT Fascist hand; Could be Misandry, Matriarchy, Mongering band, Read More ….
Tumbling Girls Copyright by Cupideros, July 18, 2020 cupiderosbooks.com cupiderosgraphics.com Tumbling Girls and their aerial feats, They fold, unfold like paper sheets. Some girls start slow with a good stretch, Unfold their legs like a long line sketch. Read More ….
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.
Tumbling Girls Copyright by Cupideros, July 18, 2020 cupiderosbooks.com cupiderosgraphics.com Tumbling Girls and their aerial feats, They fold, unfold like paper sheets. Some girls start slow with a good stretch, Unfold their legs like a long line sketch. Read More ….
Ebony whisper sets my life sets ablaze My love now lies bleeding, God knows whose to blame. Through night comes the demons as darkness descends This secret in suffering such pain never ends. My delicate…
This is the first (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.
It’s about victims of sexual assaults and violence, the stigma around these victims in India and the poetry is motivation and triumph because they are survivors, not victims.
And I’ll ask the devil if you can come visit on the weekends Or I’ll just press my face against The glass and Watch you dance
This poem is basically a wake-up call to all of us, a reminder that in our day to day life, we are forgetting to take of ourselves. Do love yourself as well..!!!
Very rare are the people who can fall asleep at night without a ‘Whatif’. Shel Silverstein in this adorable and cute poem describes 20 “whatif’s” that do not let this young boy sleep.
