Join (Free!) | Login  

     Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
   Services MarketPlace (Free to post!)
Where Authors and Readers come together!


Featured Authors:  Lori Maynard, iKen Coleman, iAlfred Garrotto, iBurton Pines, iDavid Litwack, iShoma Mittra, iOwen Thomas, i

  Home > Psychology > Poetry
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

SaPAth AnANd

· Become a Fan
· Contact me
· Articles
· Poetry
· Stories
· 115 Titles
· 504 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
Member Since: Sep, 2006

SaPAth AnANd, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.

Featured Book
Poems of Nature
by David Hamilton

A book of poems about hature..  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Featured Book
The American Poet Who Went Home Again
by Aberjhani

Expands beyond the safety of pages bound by predictability to explore and often confirm exciting creative possibilities. A shimmering collage of memoir, creative nonficti..  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Popular Poetry (Psychology)
  1.  I'm Tired
  2.  My Reality has always been Fantasy
  3.  The Best Gift Of All
  4.  It’s a human eat human world…
  5.  I'm Still Tired
  6.  Tomorrow
  7.  Promotion Ocean
  8.  Musee with an Accent
  9.  Death does of humanity stalk...
  10.  Hypocrisy
  11.  mind games ...
  12.  Falchion
  13.  All Aboard
  14.  The Color Of Her Lipstick
  15.  Alienation
  16.  What Is Time?
  17.  Hateful Compassion
  18.  Trickle
  19.  Make no Mistake
  20.  Sequestered...

The whistle
by SaPAth AnANd

Sunday, April 22, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
Share   Print  Save   Become a Fan

Recent poems by SaPAth AnANd
•  earthworm
•  Beijing Olympic
•  But the wind can stop the fluttering leaves
•  Humans have never nowhere been born
•  One
           >> View all 111

The keys are found hidden,
asif lost from the pockets of my lazy conscience.
A dentist and a naked accomplice
is drilling my tooth like hell,
yet I cannot yell, nor can I hear
the anger,when moments can brew on anything.
A cat can lick on everything.
For all the while, the rocks on the riverbed,
endured the emotions, of the unperdectible and the wild.
Show me not the bedroom,
not the place where I can get a drink,
a drink from the freezer full of water.
A friend said:This is how we do it,
you just got to learn and open eyes,you are not
a child.
Fuck you! I said:I know how it felt to my skin,and too late, I am on flying horses.

Copyright 2007 Roshan Tulachan


Want to review or comment on this poem?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G 4/28/2007
YOur poem takes you to places, I've never been!
I liked!
~A story within a poem~

STay POsitive!
Warmly, WArrior Lady Sheeoox
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 4/22/2007
you just got to learn and open eyes,you are not
a child.

Sometimes I truly believe that our inner child knows what's best for us.
Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
© AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.