Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Tuesday 12 December 2023

I Left The City

I left the city long ago 
fleeing from my demons 
surprisingly, 
my demons welcomed me 
in a far and alien land 
where conversations are difficult 
I am forced to be a loner 
Have conversations with myself 
they are not that great 
but I yearn for my city 
where a couple of people know my name
and my language 

Taken For Granted

what would happen 
if you were not the chosen?
may be they like the way 
you are ever present, 
like air, 
- for instance, how much do you 
think of air? 
abundant, present, cheap
and you are sort of entitled to it?
may be you haven't made yourself 
rare, scarce 
that's you are taken for granted

Sunday 1 October 2023

Long

time move swiftly 
we watched, silently gazing 
at our little sacred dreams, 
saying nothing, wishing nothing 
but bidding time 
for when we'd never have to
dream again 
and that would be when all 
the dreams have come true 

Saturday 5 August 2023

Sitting By The Edge

I'll be sitting by edge, 
smiling, 
and never wish I stuck by
your side, 
not today, not tomorrow 
but someday, 
for now, I'll keep in touch 
and take note of your tone 
because I am idle like that 
there is no better way to waste time 
than to make you feel 
as if I am eternally and hopelessly 
infatuated by by 
as if there is no other being 
on earth that would deserve this 
that would love better 

Friday 4 August 2023

One Drink Tonight

I will have a drink tonight 
and toast to the madness 
abundant in every nerve 
inside me 
I'll have a drink tonight 
that'll remind me I am alive 
I'll have a drink 
to take a brief break from all 
the hassle that abounds 
I'll have a guilt free drink 
just one drink 

Monday 24 July 2023

Battle-Scarred

may be you are battle-scarred
from the constant need to define 
who you are 
in a world keen deeming a star 
and one day, you set yourself free 
from all the yokes 
and the never ending need to fit in 
and live life on your rules 
but then the constant pursuit of 
people seeking to rob you 
your hard earned happiness 
grate your already weary soul 

Wednesday 12 July 2023

We'll Meet Again

we'll meet again 
in a positively hopeless place 
a place where we'll have 
forgotten 
what it means to dream 
and the past pains that clung to us 
like leeches they were 
will become a cherished part of 
our existence 
and the scars, both palpable 
and impalpable
will become emblems 
of who we are 
or who we never became 

Thursday 22 June 2023

Sore From Too Much Thinking

there will come a point 
you can't write anymore 
your head will be sore 
from thinking too much 
of life, and all the things 
foisted upon us 
and everything is akin to 
to living through a punishment. 

Wednesday 7 June 2023

A Bright Day

It is a bright day today 
Good tidings are on the way 
There isn't much to say
Except bow down and pray 

The nagging thought still exist 
Somehow we haven't kept abreast 
So many have ticked their wish list 
Yet we haven't visited the priest 

It is a good day to dream once more 
We've knocked so many a door 
But we are wiser now, unlike days of yore 
It is a bright day, we can dream more 

Saturday 3 June 2023

Where You Can't Afford Sentimentalism

when you wash ashore 
alone, and lost in an island 
you will not care anymore 
about who should hold your hand 

you will not be sentimental 
feelings will be replaced by survival instincts 
you will revert to the natural 
living within the new precincts

and when nights sail by 
no more thoughts of unrequited love 
when night creatures prowl nearby 
you'd only wish you lived above 

Monday 29 May 2023

The Spider

the spider dexterously spins its web
its gangly feet hold it midair 
a slight touch of its web 
and the spider bungee jumps 
and when the danger passes 
it hoists itself up, like a crane 
but the question remains - 
why doesn't it get stuck in its own web?

The Writer and His Excuses

I will not write today, 
the wind blows in a sinister manner 
and has misaligned my creativity stars

I will not write today 
the table creaks in a way 
that grates my soul 

I will not write today 
I am yet to discover 
one chore I haven't done yet 

I will not write today 
something somewhere is just not right 
I can't point it out, so I will not write 

I will not write today 
for I am not anybody's favorite poet 
except I have the illusion 
that I was born with a gift of the gab 

I will not write today 
my mouse is not working 
I had never thought - to my dismay 
how much a mouse meant to my creativity 


The Songs

the songs that you both loved listening to,
echo in a distant with haunting clarity 
and the chaos that you once embraced 
becomes entangled with reality, 
muddying it, destroying all illusions 
and creates storms that you never, 
in a million years, anticipated, 
you become limp 
unaware, 
unsure, 
of what to do 

You Will Get Used To It

one day, just one day, 
you will get used to the cold embrace 
of loneliness 
you will cherish how numb you are 
when you think of them, 
how they hurt you 
how they took you for granted 
how they often forgot you are human 
 - a feeling human 
one day you will unfurl all the memories 
and scatter them like chaff 
and watch them disappear 
and feel nothing about it 
one day you will get used to not 
missing them 
and on that day, you will live as 
though they never existed 
and you will be free 
alone, but free 

The World

the world is a fiery ball of madness 
dizzyingly spinning in its orbit 
churning, relentlessly, days and nights 
some that happen, and plenty that don't 

the world is a fitting arena 
for both the wise and fools alike 
each dances to their tunes 
and leave their own distinct legacies 
when breath becomes air 

the world offers an equal chance 
it has always been fair like that 
but it never guarantees equal outcomes 
for none deserves more than they should 
none more than they are willing to give 

 

The Insane Man

there are no doubts about his insanity 
it doesn't even require a psychologist's intervention 
for no man has ever been apt 
to find excuses 
and where to lay blame 
for his impeccable inability 
to chase his dreams 
and, so, he does his things 
the old-versioned way
expecting different results 

Tuesday 23 May 2023

Do Not Plead

everything has been spoken 
and I am here to leave a token 
maybe of appreciation or not 
for I am glad you told me I came short 

I am not bitter, though I should be 
It can be hard sometimes to see 
how far down you have fallen 
not especially with pride and ego swollen 

I'd love to be here again tomorrow 
but I am gonna leave my heart to fallow 
let it grow some weeds 
because I believe it's what it needs 

do not plead, do not ask me to stay 
it took all my strength to walk away 
I'll be watching you at a distance 
celebrating your success at every chance 

Sunday 21 May 2023

Perfect Solitude

One early morning, 
I sat alone sipping my vodka, 
the pervasive silence that engulfed 
the room
spoke of perfect solitude 
I was at peace
with myself, and the world, 
and there, I resolved that 
going against the grain 
against norms 
against everything 
would lead me to happiness 
I didn't 
yet I have no regrets 

Mornings

Some mornings carry with them
hapless cold
some mornings come earlier than
they are expected.
Unwelcome.
Some mornings needlessly arouse you
from your deep slumber
blissfully unaware that you would rather
dream than face the harsh
reality of having to live
Because chasing after dreams, while awake
is too much a hassle. Unwelcome
and it is much easier to lie in bed
and blame unforeseen circumstances
for why you are still broke, poor,
Unwanted

Wednesday 17 May 2023

Floating Boats

I have reached a point in life 
where I won't belittle, 
or deem it less, inferior 
whatever floats one's boats 

Life is already too difficult 
plenty of us are glad just to get by 
often applauding themselves 
when they wake in the morning 
and find that they did not find 
courage to kill themselves last night 

I won't judge the crappy music 
one listens to 
I won't judge the wicked people they go out 
with 
I won't judge the drugs they ingest 
because that would be the only things 
keeping them happy 
and what's more important than being happy?