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Liberated

I stand on the edge of the unknown
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
forgone the prosperity and sunshine
deep into my roots,  are puddles
of saddened crumbled hope
there’s a melancholic glow on my face
it yearns for warmth, eternal sunshine, spring
up there are gloomy grey skies
naked and fatigued crows are hovering
to seek shelter and heal their wounds
I’ve sinned but there’s no blood on my hands, they’re clean
the wind is blowing with its brutal gusts

a few moments later the
unknown edge is no longer unknown
But now it’s like I’m standing in the middle of a deserted moor
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
the heart is craving for insanity but mind
is composed and completely poised
the wind is loosely sweeping dust
whirling salt mingling thyme
crows have turned to seagulls
they are screeching, crying, soaring
a storm is brewing nearby

cliff’s edge is near I can feel the abyss
the mistral winds have spoken
their verses are dark and cold, but propitious
what did they speak of?
they urge, they whisper, some kind of invitation
“jump off the cliff, be free, liberate!”
will I jump or I’m too coward for that jump?
black clouds have become dense
there’s a sense of forbidding, the lines are thin

the mist has cleared up now as I can see the sea
but the sea is in turmoil no boat in the sight
Am I ready to face the storm?
will jumping off the cliff calm the storm I fear, the one inside my tattered soul,
the sea of torment the melancholic sea which wants to bleed out when I rip my heart open? who knows? but as they say
there are no solutions to the inner storm,
except to dive and join the sirens,
in the perilous sea below, the real one
So I jump. I jump to liberate myself, I jump to endure the pain, I jump to break the chains!

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A Serene Night


The symphony has started
and the darkness does descend
the world succumbs to quietude
the day has reached its end

The nighttime woods are glittering
and offer up a show
a dazzling performance
by the fireflies, aglow

The river reeds are swirling
with the crescent moon’s glow
broken and shattered still
it rises up – nice and slow

The earth and the sky above
offers a spectacle, that lord sway
heart lays still
and all my troubles seem to fade away


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Keep Smiling

 

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A smile costs nothing, however, gives much

It takes, however, a minute, yet its memory ordinarily keeps going forever.

None are rich to the point that can get along without it-

none are so poor that can be made rich by it.

It advances the individuals who get,

without making poor

the individuals who give-

It makes daylight in the home

It can heal a frozen heart

But it can’t be asked, obtained, or stolen,

for it is of no esteem,

Except if it is given away.

A few people are excessively caught up with,

making it impossible to give you a smile

Give them one of yours-

For the great Gods realizes that nobody needs a smile so badly

As he or she who has no more smiles left to give.

 

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Woody


Woody sits in a dark corner

With smile on his face

and a cowboy hat on his head

Looking at a cuckoo clock

Which shows it’s ten to four

Four o’clock is woody’s teatime

Lots of friends and fancy cake

Although time’s running fast

But how long these ten minutes take?

Shadows grow on distant hills

Tangerine sun on glassy sea

All his ember eyes reflected

And still ten minutes left ’til tea

The house, withered, is old and broken

Rusty springs through mattresses show

The cuckoo clock is also broken But how’s Woody supposed to know?

Unaware he’s been discarded

That no friend will come through

The hills and sea just glass, old papers

A telephone that no one will answer

Empty cups that once held tea

Now they hold everything but glee

The clock that still says nearly teatime

Where can all his friends be?

For ages now he’s lain unwanted

Smiling in his cowboy hat

He’ll never know he’s been abandoned

‘Til the clock reads after four

Don’t tell him that the clock is broken

For as long as woody doesn’t know

It’ll always soon be teatime

As it was, so long, long ago.


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Little Abhi went to see the Northern Lights

When Little Abhi was 6 years old
He wanted to see the northern lights
so he borrowed some money from children’s bank
and boarded the fastest Europe flight

nobody picked him at the airport
so he took an uber ride
he ate at McDonald’s on his way
traveled by trains and the subways

when he finally reached his destination
awed at the beauty little Abhi sighed
and said “Man! It’s been one hell of a ride”
this is the place I’ll marry my bride

but then a moose attacked him
and Little Abhi fucking died

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I sleep


I sleep in the morning.
I sleep in the night.
I sleep in the day and the first ray of light.
I sleep in the kitchen.
I sleep in the car.
And when I get thirsty,
I sleep in a bar.

I sleep on the sofa.
I sleep in the park.
I sleep in the glow of the dawn and the dark.
I sleep for a while at the supermarket store.

And then, when I wake up…

… I sleep a bit more.


Question: How many hours do you sleep per day?

I need atleast 8-9 hours of sleep to feel fully rested 😂

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My Lousy Poems- Part 2

Namaste, bloggers! 🙏

Today, I’m excited to share the second part of My Lousy Poems.

Mind you, this part exceeds in lameness than the previous one😂 So brace yourself


1. A friend

He calls me “dude”.

I call him “bro.”

And off to this park I sometimes go.
We talk with cheer.
We talk with ease.
We discuss our life, sports and the breeze.

He calls me “man”.

I call him “bud”.

And we joke around on almost every stuff.
We talk.
We speak.
We chit.
We chat.
We talk of them, or this, or that.

He calls me “pal”.

I call him “friend”.

And on that man I can depend.
I trust him well.
He feels the same.

But,
I never really asked his name.

2. Roses and Violets

Roses are blue, violets are red, everybody should stop judging, especially you

3. For a smile

Dear friend, it’s been some time

since I read your poems

I miss reading line after line

of thoughts with which I’m smitten.

Your words are sweet.

I enjoy the treat

of reading them all the time.

You’re deemed elite!

it’s quite a feat

for me to bring out this novice rhyme

You’re so intelligent. damn inspiring too

maybe I shall write some poetry for you.

Something short, hopefully light and airy

like fluffy feathers or wings of dove or fairy!

Hope this poetry can add that simple, sunny touch

enough to make you smile, thank you so much 🙂

4. High on Love

Baby you’re like honey, and I’m a fly
Trapped in this sweet mess, I don’t wanna die
Your lips are like water on the hot summer day
I can’t stop drinking even if it sounds too cliche

Your existence is music to my ears,
Tuned perfectly to kill all my fears
your touch send shivers down my spine
So after you leave I like to drink my red wine

I reach out, eager to express my love, only to discover all the words have been stolen
Who directed this movie, I’m sure it must be Christopher Nolan
oh, and these stars aren’t fixed in the sky,
nor are they broken but surely I am so damn high

Hey, now that you’re finally with me
I look and wonder at the vastness of sky and the sea
How did I get here? you said to my surprise
We were here the whole night, remember you said I was funny and wise

Hey creepy dude get away from me
I was High yesterday and felt fancy free
You’re not my boyfriend you’re just full of shit
sorry to say but you’ve always been that dim wit

what do you mean baby girl
yesterday we were on the dewy grass, rolling on the turf
you said we don’t need any validation and hugged me so firm
oh, but, now I get it, you and your dirty terms

5. Little Abhi and the Coronavirus

When Little Abhi woke one day,
And donned his fluffy robe –
Coronavirus made its way
With pace across the globe.

It spread to China, Italy and Spain,
The States, and the UK too –
It travelled far by boat and plane
For each and all to view!

He washed his hands and stayed inside,
And over time at last –
He found with thrill and delight
“Coronavirus passed”.

And so Little Abhi lived to fight again –
He shook his head and sighed.

But an asteroid crashed then.
And everybody died.


Hope you guys are having a great time 😁 I’ll be back with more stupid rhymes.

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Keep going


When your hope is shattered
And nothing is what it seems
Don’t you quit and say goodbye
Keep going, keep going
And soon you’ll see-
the person you’re going to be
at the place you’re meant to be
You know it’s hard
but you know the way-
You have to keep going
You have to keep going

winds will be rough
nights will be tough
but don’t you kneel
Be firm – Be free
come what may,
no matter how you feel today
even clouds descend to darker skies
but, tomorrow too, the sun will rise
this storm will blow out
and you’ll still be here
All you have to do is
keep going, you have to keep going