Guest Post : Soumya.

February 26, 2013 § 14 Comments

Mankind

 A thickened smog spreads
visibility  ends,
should a ray of light
guide the world,
through the dense barricade.
darkened life,
horrific surroundings ,
humans cease to live
conscience within if  guides the way,
lest
doomed is the future of the earth
designated.

Cannibals existed  in prehistoric times,
stone age showed the evolution sign,
centuries took to origin of species,
transforming and being phylogenetic,
the path suddenly seems reversed,
or is it lost in the shrouded cover,
every corner speaks of power,
chaos ruling minds of Bedlam.

where is the destination of this voyage,
the smothering dark cloud of rage and wrath suffocates,
shearing this impenetrable  isn’t easy,
who will be then taking the initiative?
generations will swipe away thus,
will anything be left called mankind ever?

~Soumya.

About Soumya:

I know Soumya via WordPress. She writes amazing poetry in English and Hindi alike. As a person, she’s super cute. You can follow her blog here.

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Guest Post : Ben Naga.

February 24, 2013 § 3 Comments

The Truth is Out There?

There was once a man who decided, in order to give structure and purpose to his life, that he would try to find himself. To this end he devoted the whole of his available time and energy. He read many books, attended courses and seminars of all kinds and traveled many miles to sit at the feet of great teachers and learned men. Eventually he grew old and died and ascended to heaven. Like every new arrival, he was called for an audience with God, who inquired of him whether he had been successful in his quest.

“Not really,” replied the man ruefully.

“Well,” said God, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you another shot. This time, see if you can work out who’s doing the looking.”

~Ben Naga.

About Ben:

Now, Ben is a very dear friend i know from WordPress. His words amaze me, and he likes amazing me that way, quite often. One of the few people i am blessed to meet. Do follow his blog here.

Guest Post : Harry Mullen.

February 20, 2013 § 2 Comments

The Hunter

I got out of bed as usual when i was waken by the central alarm which goes off every morning at 6 am but i’m still tired from yesterdays outing, but its time for me to go out for another days hunting. I’ll have a shower, put on my uniform and head down for breakfast to the canteen. When i say breakfast i mean pills and water we do not have food. The shower by the way uses no water, it sterilize’s the skin.

My name is Arcon, i am a relic hunter. There are ten of us in the dome and we go out once a week and only for two days, this is the length of time we are allowed outside to work in order to be safe. We search the land and remains of buildings for any relics from the past when earth prospered.It is the year 2517, earth has been ravaged and nearly destroyed by mankind in several ways, 90% of the population has been wiped out and there are very few animals left and the land mass has been halved with continents lost.

Let me tell you how it all started.

From about 2130 global warming had really set in and melted both ice caps which in turn caused vast flooding with hundreds of small islands being lost to the sea. Major towns and cities on the continents were rendered useless and left to the elements, which meant millions of people had to be accommodated else where. The people who could be and were lucky enough to be saved were moved to other countries or to high ground and tried to settle down but this caused trouble.

There were so many in the world and with so little land to grow food people starved to death and fought over what food there was. The governments brought in strict rationing but still millions died, this seemed to be alright with the governments as it meant there was more food to go round for the living.

But this was only the start. Earths resources where running out very quickly and countries moved to secure oil and gas for themselves leaving other countries with nothing. Wars broke out all over the globe which got so bad, out right nuclear war started between every nation, tens of millions of people were killed and countries totally destroyed and the vegetation in those countries was virtually nonexistent.

People had to shelter from the nuclear fallout underground  in caves or by any means they could find. About three years after the wars ended,  it started, and earth delivered its wrath on mankind. Earth-quacks, volcanoes erupting, earths crust faults opening up, tsunami’s two hundred foot high.

This was nearly the end of mankind, only the strong survived and they were very few. By what means, no-one knows, but our ancestors  started over again and built domes for the humans to live in expanding each over the centuries. Water is collected inside from condensation running down the glass walls and roof and all waste water is recycled, electricity for light and heat is generated from solar panels outside.

They banned religion, governments, money and all weapons as these were seen as the four things that started all wars, also the domes are run by a committee of elders. Over the centuries they have been able to contact and set up a chain of domes or underground shelters all over the world run on a similar bases.

Population was controlled, when a person reached 70 or could not work any longer they would be terminated, which meant a child could be born. Children were put into a separate dome and they never knew their parents and they never knew their children, which meant termination meant nothing to any-one.

Now to-day we are able to have twenty babies born every year as we are expanding and need workers because we can see signs of earth starting to come back to life with small bits of grass and shoots appearing, we can also see small animals but no-one kills them as we want them to breed.

My job as a hunter takes me far and wide to try to find anything from the past but some of the things we bring back, no-one knows what they are for. We have found a few books, but only a few can  can read, maybe some day everyone will learn.

And maybe the earth will come back to full bloom again, the air and water will be clean, animal life might start again all over the planet and we can all live outside where we are meant to be.

To-day three of us are setting of to buildings discovered five years ago but never investigated because they could see lights flashing. Does it mean people live there or is there a power source we don’t know about.

We will all carry on as we are, living for the future for the children and let the planet repair its self through time, for us.

-Harry Mullen.
About Harry:
Harry is a wonderful guy who encourages us all to write good fine poetry at Poet’s Corner. On his own blog here, he writes amazing content that is encouraging and intriguing.

Guest Post : Rosy.

February 18, 2013 § 15 Comments

Lost at Sea

A hurting spirit
weeps every day
A broken heart
Suffering deceit
Lost at sea
Consumed in sadness
Waiting
Hoping
for the day that a life saver
will be tossed its way
saving it from the deep waters
before it’s too late

 -Rosy.

About Rosy:

Rosy is what her name suggests; rosy! She’s fun and full of spunk. If you’re not following all that she shares, you’re missing out on something. Go follow, here!

P.S. If anyone wants to write a guest post, feel free to drop an email at arch.kumar21@gmail.com

The more, the merrier. 😀

Guest Post : Shiuli Dutta.

February 16, 2013 § 13 Comments

Oh the Bad Boys!

Oh my love, come dip your feet in my pristine stillness,

Experience my perfidy as I lure you into a raging trap,

Beyond the stillness of my surface & the darkness of the night,

Beyond the black water that stares back at you with its poker eyes,

Come be my guest as I ride your insecurity tonight.

They call me names; I’m the bad guy they say,

I lure you into my cocoon with dreams of a thrill,

I beckon you to swim in my lying placidity,

I feed on your insecurity; I make it my weapon,

I’m the rough wind that messes your hair.

My sinful intensity will burn your terrified heart,

I will devour your innocence and rage battles with your pride,

I will play strip poker with your morals while kissing you tonight,

I will cloak you in my love and then throw you out in the night,

It’s the lust you’ll clutch like sheets while you come.

Like burning embers, my heart will burn its darkness too,

That night, I’ll waltz with your heart while my ego turns green,

Like a snake, my coldness will shed its skin too,

That night, you’ll love the man behind this mask,

Now sleep while I sing you lullabies of these promises.


Sleep, while my mind drugs your dreams with wickedness,

Sleep, while my smile plays its intense tune on my lips,

Sleep, while my tender kisses caress your fear,

Sleep, my little one, dream a little dream of me.

~Shiuli Dutta.

About Shiuli:

Okay her name means a night-flowering Jasmine, in Bengali. She writes intense stuff. I know her, via Twitter. If you like what i write, you’d love her. Go show her some love here!

Guest Post : Prashant.

February 14, 2013 § 3 Comments

To reach where your Heart goes

The following is a short poetic conversation between two friends in the form of a story.

The girl has her issues with her life.

The guy loves her with all his senses and beyond but would never dare to let her know.

 

Love has its own ways.

I feel like burning my world down

Can’t feed them from my wounds, no more.

Surrounded by cowards preying on my worth

I’m fed up of waiting for my ultimate furor

Life thinks you are one damn strong girl.

I have seen you stronger and you are so.

Of all those men who scarred your skin

No one could reach where your heart goes.

Why it should always be me bleeding

Butchered in between promises I have been.

Here now I decide to end it all forever

I kill myself and end this fate’s spleen.

 

So the girl takes a knife and with a deep look into the boy’s eyes – she pierces it deep into her heart.

But to her shock, it was the boy’s heart that was bleeding.

Still, with a smile on his face, he took a step to reach towards her and fell down into her arms.

Sometimes, it’s difficult to realize that it had been someone else’s heart that had been keeping you alive.

Stop for a while – praise that someone – and love him every moment like you would love him on the last day of his life.

Cherish your love.

 ~Prashant.

About Prashant:

So one night someone stumbles onto my blog, and reads it from post one. No one had ever done that to me before, so i was excited. And scared. That guy was Prashant. He is the most amazing and mature person I am getting to know, via his posts. The way he sees life makes you want to fall in love with it. He is an amazing father, and will make his daughters proud when they grow up. I know. 🙂

Follow his blog here.

 

Guest Post : Carl D’Agostino.

February 12, 2013 § 10 Comments

The day Mrs. Sable brought a television to class

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~Carl D’Agostino.

About Carl:

Carl is one of the first WordPress users who bumped onto my blog, and stuck with me. He is the reason i know so many other blogs here, and the bloggers. He is an amazing Cartoonist. You can follow his blog here.

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