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Dance, Dance Everywhere! – Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

Dance, Dance Everywhere! 

Dance, Dance Dance 
When I look at the sky, 
I see the clouds dance 
Into steps of winds
My heart dance when I watch clouds dance! 
How it can make me dance? 

Without any tune or beats, 
Its own beats me my heart dance.
Some strange tune it sings in silence and dance! 

When I see at shore of ocean waves that dance, 
Some birds in sky fly and dance, 
On the waves boats that to the tune of waves, dance, 

My mind sing lyricless
music to which it dance! 

When I walk along the beach, 
The headless crown of palm trees with wide open hands dance, 
Watching them dance trees start their dance! 

When I on countryside, green paddy fields dance, 
Looking at them, the bird on the branch dance! 

When walk along, trees with fruits dance, 
And to its own rustling music, leaves dance! 

When I walk in the park, 
Plants with flowers dance! 
Looking at the graceful dance flowerless dance, 

When I move on street, hope and hap dance, 
Seeing at them even hopeless an hapless to dance! 
Smile on faces with hope dance, 
Wrinkles on the forehead of hapless dance! 

When I look at people in them mind dance, 
In some happiness dance, 
In some sorrowfulness dance, 

Some I found with desperation dance
In some their laziness dance, 
In some saintliness dance, 
Most of the time wickedness dance, 
And in some other dreams that dance! 

Success that dance with some, 
Distress that in unsuccessful dance, 

In some hearts mercy that dance
Together with love and kindness dance! 

Some where cookedness dance, 
And some where innocence dance, 

In every nation either hunger dance, 
Or in people’s mind anger that dance, 

Either corruption in corrupt mind dance, 
Or those systems on the heart of people dance! 

Dance, dance, dance everywhere, 
It is time for my soulful dance, 
If you see somewhere some other type of dance
Just sing it dance
and let no other see the pain in your heart dance
Hide it with that unfailable lips on which smile may dance 
Dance, Dance, dance, 
Tune your steps with eternal dance!

by:Ramdas Bhandarkar


What Is Life? – Poem by John Clare

What Is Life? 

And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
Its length? A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought.
And Happiness? A bubble on the stream,
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.

And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn,
That of its charms divests the dewy lawn,
And robs each flow’ret of its gem -and dies;
A cobweb, hiding disappointment’s thorn,
Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise.

And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound?
That dark mysterious name of horrid sound?
A long and lingering sleep the weary crave.
And Peace? Where can its happiness abound?
Nowhere at all, save heaven and the grave.

Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise,
A thing to be desired it cannot be;
Since everything that meets our foolish eyes
Gives proof sufficient of its vanity.
‘Tis but a trial all must undergo,
To teach unthankful mortals how to prize
That happiness vain man’s denied to know,
Until he’s called to claim it in the skies.

by:John Clare


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Blistering summer days, when the sun gives his widest grin.

When sweat is dripping down your back and chin.

The wind is a sweet, charming lady, who rushes to soothe,

she blows gentle, soft, caressing and smooth.


 What a relief, what a wonderful balm,

the wind aims to please, she tries to calm.

the itching, burning sweaty eyes and bodies

She tries to transport you to an air conditioned lobby.


On other days, when the rain god is out,

Showering us and laughing with his thunderous shouts.

The wind is his ally, his friend in arms.

she blows mischievous, adds an element to the storms.


A small prank here, a practical joke there,

She likes to bluster, she likes to scare.

She is just playing with you, she means no harm.

With her friend, the rain god arm in arm.


In the icy peaks of the handsome mountains,

Where the snow and ice are all-surrounding.

The wind, sometimes, is the frigid, cold woman,

Biting at you, stinging your skin, making your limbs wooden.


She will want to take small bites of your skin,

Will try her best to wriggle her way in.

It is better to be completely covered and protected,

Snow suit, goggles, thermals will make you feel less tormented.


Oh ! But then if you want to see her in all her glory,

when she is in her peaks of anger and fury.

Hurricanes, gales, tornadoes and cyclones.

She is a very angry woman, out to break your bones.


She is like a wronged woman, out for revenge,

very difficult to understand or comprehend.

Spewing destruction and chaos everywhere,

causing pain, loss, devastation and despair.


Just as a lady had many faces and moods,

the wind plays sometimes, other times she broods.

She throws a tantrum yet other times,

Is gentle and calm now and then, acts just fine.


Though to give her the credit that is due,

Just before she roars, shouts or coos,

She does give you warnings, all the indications,

It is up to you to take suitable precautions and protection.


About the Author:

malini guest poet
Hi ! This is Malini – a technology professional with almost two decades of experience, currently on a long sabbatical, trying to fill in the spare time with some of this and a little of that. I love to read, am a fanatic about cleanliness (to the point of being tagged OCD) and interested in trying out variations in the kitchen.
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I am Akanksha. I love to write. Writing for me is what air is to life. I write almost regularly on my blog, mostly poetry. A lot of them are dark but one thing about my poetry is that there’s always a hint of hope mixed in the darkness.
Yes, I am addicted to the word ‘HOPE’.  I try to write about the lessons of life in the best possible way, how we learn and grow with each experience or how these experiences and lessons have changed me as a being ( which people can relate to).
I believe change is the only constant in life after all. I write a lot about ‘Self Love’ and how the meaning of love today is ‘Being loved’ rather than loving oneself. 
Akanksha poetry blog
The thing is I can maybe not write about what I write because being a writer I believe in expanding the horizons and learning to grow. So why don’t you guys take a look at my blog and yourself decide if it’s worth a read for you or not? 
Here’s the link. I’ll appreciate if you would give me reviews on my writings.


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To Hope – Poem by John Keats

To Hope – Poem by John Keats

WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof!

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbidfancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country’s honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed—
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress’d,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head! 


My Love, I Am Crying For Your Love…… – Poem by Ravi Sathasivam

My Love, I Am Crying For Your Love.

You said to me that you will be there on that day
but when that day came then you were not there for me
So much love showered and so many promises were made
but nothing worked on my way because you had gone
My love, I am crying for you because my love turned blue

The heaven stolen you from me and left the memories only
Though your soul vanished in the sky but my love never dies for you 
I tell those angels how much I love you and care for you
and ask them to make your soul always happy till I come to you
My love, I am crying for you because my love turned blue

Looking at your photos and wish you were here with me
Crying for your endless love which become the end of story 
I will not see you again but your memories will stay for ever
Now my heart fighting against a raw pain for the lost of my love
My love, I am crying for you because my love turned blue 

by:Ravi Sathasivam

Beauty Of A Summer’s Day – Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

Beauty Of A Summer’s Day

The beauty of a Summer’s day begins
Watching the bright, morning sun rise, 
Dew upon the lawn and roses, 
And the early flight of colorful butterflies.

The beauty of a Summer’s day
Is an attractive and picturesque one, 
A sky of a variable color of pale to light blue, 
And sport and entertainment for everyone.

The beauty of a Summer’s day
Is stetched with green foliage on the hill, 
And colorful wildflowers bordering the roadway, 
The water wheel turning at the grist mill.

The beauty of a Summer’s day increases
Watching the rolling waves of the ocean, 
Sea shells washing upon the sandy shore, 
And gazing at the sea gulls gliding in slow motion.

The finality of a Summer’s day
Is depicted with memorable scenes
Of picnicking, camping, swimming, and traveling, 
Reserved for Summer enthusiasts for future dreams.

by:Joseph T. Renaldi