Contest Alert: Feels Like Love
- DPC
- Jul 30, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 4, 2020
Update: This contest is now closed!
Dear All,
Delhiwallah Poetry Collective and Kuala Lumpur Poetry Club present poetry contest "Feels Like Love".
Where to submit?
Submit your poems in the comments section of this post.
What is the deadline?
The contest opens on 31st July 2020, Friday (midnight IST) and closes on 4th August 2020, Tuesday (midnight IST).
What are the rules?
The rules of the contest are as follows:
The last line of your poem should have words "Feels like Love".
There is no restriction on language. However, if you are submitting a poem in a regional or international language, we request you to submit an English translation of your poem as well.
There are no limits on the number of lines in your poem.
Please refrain from using obscenities in your submission.
Who is the judge?
Swagata Sinha Roy is one of our editors (English) and has been a facilitator in education for more than 30 years, having worked in educational institutes in Brunei and in different parts of Malaysia. Currently, she is with a Malaysian university, nurturing her passion to get learners to enjoy literature. he organizes book and poetry clubs in Kuala Lumpur and enjoys experimenting with different forms of poetry and getting to read poems aloud. She can be reached at www2.utar.edu.
Hurry up and submit your poems!
Feels Like Love
I still feel your virtual presence around,
Still smell you in the things left behind,
Nano-seconds flash backs, pull me by years
Memories appear fresh and feel like love.
The Sari you draped on the Holy Basil Plant
Triggers your memory, right start to the day
You occupy my mind throughout the day
Like when together, it still feels like love!
I hear your faint whispers - “Cooking is for me”
I feel guilty & stuck, but now must assert & ignore!
Cooking was your way of expressing selfless love
You still bless my food as Parshad & it feels like love!
You lived your life in Bhakti, devoid of your “self”
Appeared mad and illogical then…
From Minerva in Assam
In the corridor, loneliness
A cat, alert to everything
sitting at the doorstep
On the rooftop
Arms out
Waiting for
Love. Or mangoes
Prelude
The look in your eyes, sparkling with such desire, such delicious lust
My eyes drop, lashes low, staring at your perfectly shaped lips, succulent and luscious
As I gently caress your cheek,
A soft feather light kiss on your neck
My arms slowly rise, embracing you
bringing you closer, closer
Our two hearts beating in unison
Your scent surrounding my senses heightened with want, anticipation and keen desire.
Soon my habibi..
Feels like love
~Aisalli A~
Two souls with minds attuned to
One another - no spoken words
Necessary;
You and me, not touching or hugging,
Silently, we recline together;
Soft music in the background
Reading our favorite novels...
Those moments - plain and uneventful
Yet, to me -
It feels like love.
The poem she posted late at night, the one she hoped appealed
The one she was afraid to write, ‘bout feelings she'd concealed
Her mobile pings, her heartbeat spikes, yet every glance she steals
Just shows thirteen “Views”, no “Likes": thirteen painful weals
Each passing hour feels more bizarre, and nothing feels quite right
Just thirteen views in eighteen hours? Did they all find it trite?
And yet despite the weight above, she understands time heals
And she needs to accept, not love, the way “not-one-like" feels