Poet freak-Madhulika Mitra











{May 30, 2008}   Girl Power

Crank it up girl,

What you waitin’ for,

It’s our pink and purple world,

It’s our red and black war.

Twist your butts on the songs of love,

And click up the fire in your fingertips,

Groove ya body on the beats of ya heart,

And pucker up your rosy lips.

Gal power, gal tower

Too high for guys to climb

It’s our world and our life

C’mon lets rule our lives.



{May 30, 2008}   Thirst

Oh the black powers of devil,

Dust upon your blackmagic,

Darken the evil of thsi killer knife,

Create out a big bloody hill!

Another body-another packet of blood

Enjoys so my quenching thirst,

Another soul in my stomach,

Another heart burst!

This is the thirst of this black witch,

Another kill for more,

Another body, another soul

Another skin I tore.

This fun journey never seems to end,

Of cries and screams filling this still hall,

This is my world-this is my life,

To take on life a heavy toll.



{May 30, 2008}   Punk Gal

All of ‘em shabbed,

Danced my hairs the tune of jukebox,

Am a punk gal; a free fairy,

Loves not the diamond but the black pearls.

Bitchy eyes,laser eyes,

Dare you emo boy mess up with me,

My stare is hard;fear it

‘Cuz i can see

Things you never dream to be.

My lips; juicy ones,

Let ‘em taste the kiss of yours,

“Cuz am a punk gal; free fairy

Which makes me want more.

Punk furs, rounding all through my body,

Lady pink is now here,

Give me Hi5 my Mr. Cutie,

And enjoy a candlelight with me only if you dare.

Am a punk gal,

Hip-Hop on the tunes of my words,

Am a free fairy, better than a bird.



{May 30, 2008}   BROKEN

Out of my demon pains

I cry out blood

Sharpen out my love

Out of this blunt.

Lay my bleeding heart,

On your dead fingertips,

The cramp gives this knife on stabbing,

Gifted you your long desired fun.

When your heart had been a football kicked,

When your love had been quite deep,

I laughed at the intensity, the intensity of its depth,

And threw it with the roses you gave,

But oh my, did i ever wonder-someday I’d receive back the fall.

Now my tears burned,

Pushed out blood from my pierced eyes,

My nails all noched,

I know now

THAT THIS IS WHAT BROKEN MEANS!!!



{March 27, 2008}   Scared Beauty


Rains of blood untouched,
Lies here the prettiest of things,
Delicate and innocent;the gifts of nature,
Looking up;oh what happiness do they bring.

Refreshing green air,
Unexperienced of the negative energy around,
I stand lost in its aroma,
Lying unmoved on the ground.

The tranquil of the calm blue waters,
I fear when it may turn into impure black,
But satisfied i am to see it glowing under the golden sun,
Taking me far from me;teaching that life’s a fun.

That supreme sun,
Miles apart from the vulgar light of darkness,
Shines its way through the very protective atmosphere,
Before leaving the earth at night;it hordes us with its blessings.

That wet green grass,
Safe from the malicious foot of blood suckers,
Its purity reflecting through the fresh dews scattered over,
With the grace of god;no one to them can injure.

This world may be filled with wonderful things,
But you’ll never know when their purity may die,
When the things may change,
And also change this place into a globe of darkness.

Analysis

What i mean to say though this poem is that the innocent people who have a pure heart as the pure and divine gifts of nature who only know to see the positive side of the world are in a serious danger as they haven’t faced the cruelty of the mean people who may destroy sanctity in their hearts.
Last Paragraph-The people should be very aware of what they are and what the people around them are.If the people find themselves as bad they must extend their goodness so that to destroy the evil and if they say they are one of such innocent people they must preserve it as once lost,the good may not come to us once again if we become bad.




{March 25, 2008}   Puzzled

Girls crazy o’er manicure,

Their outfits cool still they’re unsure.

Boys mad over basketball

Still enjoy their bruised falls.

And the cars so mad to drive

Puzzled that if they should try dancing jive.

Big nails fear when they may break,

Nailpolish makes them more than a fake.

Love is high on the teen’s heart,

Today they’re together,tomorrow apart.

But what about me? There’s nothing I can figure out,

There should be something I would die to get mad about.

No,never am i gonna follow others,

There has to be something new,

There’s so much around me,

So why do i feel happiness is lesser than few?

‘Know that I have it all,

And what more bad that it’s hiding my hidden inner smile,

‘Know i have it all,

But just for me can’t i spare a second’s time?



{March 25, 2008}   Your Angel

Dedicated to my God.(Truly, God’s too special for me and i can never loose my hope as long as i know he’s there with me!!!)

God I thought I was your angel,

I thought to you i was special,

But now i realised,

That i’m not the only one who belongs to you,

I’m not that only one who deserves your love too,

And i know that the blessings you blessed me,

And i know the words you gave me,

Yes, I know that the love you loved me,

Is for them too.

I used it all up,

But now i want more, so i can share it with those cried ones

Because you’re still not done.

I want to give them a handful of your precious love,

But what more can i carry when i already have my hands filled,

By my own greed and jealousy; which makes me feel i am mean,

So i am sorry for all that to me I’ve been:

selfish then and silly now.

But i give up my negativities,

So not to make you but me, myself-Happy

And those cried ones too,

Who must have looked up to those other richs(both by money and oppurtunities)

But sadly never me

‘Cuz i was poor in my own thoughts

And poor in my own being.

But your trust has once more enriched my inner self,

Now no more from those helpless ones will you hear the tears for help,

And God, Now i’m happy to be your angle once again

And never ever will i ever, yes! Never ever and forever make your blessings my selfish pains.



Seperating us,

That deadening wall of the unseen reality,

Pardon! Forgive me! For being a perfect impostor,

And showing you all that i’ve never been

I know you don’t understand,

That doing this was no fun,

for decades to build up a poisoning barrier,

That could stop us from being one.

But stop, my love,

For my heart is only yours,

And help me to lead to the sweet you,

And lets break this wall again.

But before all this promise me that,

You’d never question my identity,

When once i give mt feeble soul to you,

And once again we both come to entity.

But oh dear! What’s this confusion for?

That my head isn’t ready to loose,

And do i fear, but why to touch your bruised heart?

And leaving you; why am i onto making my own fool?



{November 18, 2007}   Beware

Howling in the dark night,

Out of you blood cold,

These never seen creatures have come out now,

Ruling in the dark forests and the never ending vast roads.

The growling of the foxes fade,

The roaring of the lions freeze in the hollow sky,

When they emerge from nowhere,

In search of that blood new.

Hungry for years,

They scare the universe and your body’s core,

They suck that red liquid out,

But still they want more.

Being jealous of the mankind,

They want to see its end,

Hypnotized in their own thoughts,

Beware! The ghosts are here.



{November 18, 2007}   Wise,Unwise

That once pale moonlight,

robbed the vision of my poor eyes,

To make it now look brighter,

Leaving me unwise.

That once dark night,

Snatched the stars from my lap,

So not to be hated,

My happiness in its fame, it has zapped.

And now the spirits aroung me,

Want my body to shield their vanishing anatomy,

They want my level to lower down,

Tied me into their cruelty’s web; they won’t let me be free.

But no more now,

As i have woken up to the sun’s first call,

I’ll tame myself from that unwise to wise,

My wiseness,now i won’t hide.



{November 18, 2007}   My Poems

You won’t believe this but my poems make me feel the love of a mother. After all my poems are as precious to me as a baby is important to his/her mom and a pearl is important for a rich and selfish person. Know what i mean?



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