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Darkness

*A random click

When there’s darkness
I know there will be light
You only know it’s dark
because you’ve seen the light
Light guides us
through the dark
But darkness shows us
Who we really are

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A collection of my lousy poems

Hello dear friends. Sadly, I haven’t written any fresh poems this year, but today I had an urge to post something on my blog.

I’m sharing few poems straight out of my drafts. I never had guts to post them because I considered them stupid or tad naive 👦 Most of them are my preliminary work. And they don’t necessarily follow any particular rhyming scheme.

1. A night time Melody 🌃


Humming breeze swirls in the twilight
Family of Cuckoo birds is tucked in tight
Crickets sing to serenade the night
Sleeps the crimson petal, now the white

A Mother sings a lullaby not so far
Star shines brighter in the darkest hour
I keep my dreams alive in pretty jars
To sing a lullaby of – A night time melody
strummed on Angel’s guitar


2. Poor Angel 👼


Light’s gone,
day’s end.
Dubious nights,
Tired of –
all the fights.
Intense emotions,
Craving in.
Been this way,
Since eighteen.
Sinking slowly,
In a daydream.
Perhaps, the world
is way too cold,
For angels to fly.
Save that poor thing,
with wings so white.
Cuz’ this time,
he might fade
away,
Right in front
of Your eyes!


3. A Ghost 👻?


I was once a benevolent mind.
Then It happened on one pallid night.
Something quelled my ardour,
Making me guise around .

lingering in hypnosis,
and sunken with a dubios frown.
I would run like a wild berserk,
Up and down, through an old rot town.

thought i was doomed.
Can’t say a word, until it resumed.
Hunted and smacked me down.
Heard a Knock, knock!

Who’s there I said ?
Seemed like a joke to me.
I chuckled with a little fright.
But then something happened to my delight.

It threw something at me, and said.
Have you lost your groove?
You’re not the same one i left,
one year ago!

*Nah I’ve not changed.
It’s just my new groove.
Leave me alone!
Or I’ll crack your bone

I cried with a plight cause he said,
He was staying till the sunrise.
And this morning I woke up at night,
Fervent, sane and a little surprised.

Now I’m writing this poem and wondering
What happened and why?
Was it a freaking ghost or just,
The voices in my little mind?

PS: In this one I was clearly trying to use some variety of vocabulary. Guess what? I should stick to simple words🥺

4. A Morning poem 🌻

*Clicked by me

The sun rose to greet the day
and set a golden blaze across the sky.

The birds chirped their morning greetings
as I opened up my eyes.

The wind softly rustles through the trees
smelling of flowers and morning dew.

As I awoke to this view
my thoughts turned to you.

Good Morning dear friend

I hope that this day is one
that’s just as nice for you


5. HER 🤕🥵


It’s biting cold
Yet a scene so gorgeous
No traffic no crowd
In peace and solitude
far from pandemonium
of city life
I am watching the sunset
from my abode,
a little house
in the nearby hill.


I try to type
this lousy poem
but then
the Hot Cofee
that I just made
Is waiting for me
to get sipped
I might take a nap
In the cozy blanket
that my mom gave me
Some bygone autumn.
Also My car’s broke
I wish to take her
to the repairs someday
it stays there rusted in the garage


Oh! It’s a perfect evening
lazier than i thought it to be
but what can you expect
from a life in the woods?
Sometimes i do feel a rush
of her lyrical laughter
igniting sparks in
My imagination
I might well write
A Song for her
But my
frosted musical notes
are drifting in broken chords.
Once a sweet symphony,
now a sour moon


The feeling gets stronger
as I type the poem
her thoughts All along
I thought I found someone
who would stay through all the crap,
Perhaps for within her was a pattern
so complex I never really understand,
but when the moon used to come up,
something pulled her to me and me to her
but this love was one sided
for in no way she was mine
only that I was hers
When she said it was over,
it was more painful than a heart attack
And right now it feels like my life has paused.

Ere the dusk touches my ears
lets fast forward to the closure
it’s time to put memories of her behind me,
To look to the future, that is bright and free.
Later I can die happily in these yellow woods
But Now is the time to move ahead
For there are miles to go into the night
And there are miles to go to reach the light



 

C’mon Guys, Let’s stop here. I have many more poems like these. I’d love to read your feedback, then I might compile a part two.

Thanks for 🐻ing with me.

Happy New year 💥🌸

 

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Heart Talk


It’s strange how we all have a persona,
An image we’d like others to see.
A charm and charisma, an emotional clothing
It’s nice but it’s not really “me”

The real me, the me of me, the “who” that I am,
He’s not cool, calm or collected.
Inside the thoughts his head go crazy,
Like an untamed deranged juvenile. He’s a mess

Always overthinking random stuff of conversations he had.
With friends or strangers
Thinking the best, then ruminating the worst,
Battering himself with enfeebling fears.

He hide these fears behind fake actions, fake smiles,
Fake talks or fake phrases
Convinced that a fake him is better than the real him,
For now and the rest of always


PS:
A mind in overdrive can be really exhausting. Phew!
Most of us portray a fake us to keep up with society on a day to day basis.Until in the end it consumes us and we become that of which we pretend to be.

Some say that a man lives a better life when he sheds all masks. The truth underneath just needs to be brought into the light.

So what are your thoughts on it? Can we shed all masks?
I believe it’s only natural that we have private and public persona’s to some extent.

Also, on serious note, I want to dive into spirituality. I know the word “Spiritual” is abstract, but something tells me that it has answers to my questions. So please suggest me something, books or some accessible texts, so that I can propel the quest to find myself and my life’s purpose.

Thanks.

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Soul Talk


Dear emotional, overthinking young man

Be quiet, and listen to your soul

The New Year has come, the old shall go

I beckon you to leave life’s safe shore

And dive deep in the waters of mystery and lore

Feel free to spread your wings

And discover the fun the unknown brings.

Get rid of self-pity, self-indulgence, ignorance, and regret

And also stop to listen and allow other’s words to be said

Don’t miss out on trips, chances, and opportunities

I hope you’ll fill that void of travel you’re missing

You’re no longer a boy trapped –

Stuck in his Mommy’s grasp

Live. Live your freedom.

Meanwhile, remember that,

Happiness is not wealth, power and line of respect

it’s the little things; the calm, the moments

The people and things in life all worth to invest.

I hope you live this time

I hope you see the beauty life truly is

I hope you find love

I hope you find this poem…

~Your Soul


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The Thrill

Across a gloaming valley
Down the dimming trail
a shadow against the crimson skies
Hoofbeats fast
dusk’s failing fire
Stormy winds
Twinkling stars
whispers in the chill night air
Between what lies ahead and what remains
Hustle, scuttle and thrill
emotions of a yearning soul!

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Her Visage in my silent Reverie

You summoned my surrender and so I succumbed to you,
not to your beauty but to your fierceness.
in the light you flirt with the masses
but when the moon comes up, it pulls you to me and me to you
but this love is one sided for in no way are you mine
only that I am yours
I can hardly think around you as your tranquil rhythm buries my thoughts
for within you is a pattern so complex I will never understand
a pattern that can take any victim it likes
but tonight it chooses me

In the morning you’ll be transparent with the world
you show me only mystery
only secrecy
somehow more special than the superficial truths you reveal to others
for although it is darkness it is powerful and it is only mine to revere

Even as I leave, you continue to call me
But your spell ends at sun up
when once again you turn to pleasing others and I am left loving you like them.
i will wait for your beckon
never ceasing my humble desire
only patient for your honored reciprocation

Sometimes I’m angry at the world,
As the pain inside beings to unfurl.
I thought you were the one, my forever,
The person to plan a future with, but you only saw a lover.

I thought I’d found someone who would stay through all the crap,
When you said its over, it was more painful than a slap.
I was wrong, it’s time to put you behind me,
To look to the future, that is bright and free.

But probably I’ll always love you, no matter the pain you caused,
And right now it feels like my life has paused.
But I’ll smile again, I’ll laugh again and one day I’ll love again
Good luck with your future and shall my happiness once more reign.

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Solace


My journey is a bit rhapsodic
Owned by
Deceptive roads, deceitful milestones
Friends who turned enemies
Also, enemies who never became friends
Life feels like an enigma
Which I’m unable to break

But I’ve sternly decided
To race every mile with a breathless poem
With whispering pine-trees clouds and rivers
I’ll fuse into to the ocean like rain
wearing my cashmere tuxedo of dark verses
Wet in tears of joy and sadness of a few
Whom I loved with
overflowing hurt I caused

It’s becoming a cliché to complain
Negativity is just a garbage
taking up tons of space in my mind
Fill it with positivity?
I’ll Burn the frowns,
Praise the smiles,
I’ll Break through the storm, dance in the rain
Travel into space, reach for the stars

Before I do that
I want to sit
under the benign sky
listening to the soft wind
breathing through the grass
crying on my woe
the slow dance of the infinite stars
Will serve as a beautiful solace


 

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Set me free

I’ll walk between the milky-ways
Where Interstellar dust –
Adorns the blazing Constellations
I’ll chase my elusive dreams
Where dappling sunlight creeps amidst
the daunting contradictions
I’ll Shine among the crowded stars
where heaven’s light
penetrate the black voids
I’m the maverick
I know that
I’m the majestic
I know that too
But for now
I’m waiting for you
to set me free.
Will you?
set me free?

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Time

Racing against the wind
stepping outside
Back to where it begins
fighting all dejection
Soaring a little high
Screaming out loud
words won’t come out
No turning back
just racing again
Finding a rhythm
to make the heart mend
Time just stands still
then it starts again!

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A Beautiful Autumn Morning

During early hours of the morning
I often linger along the edge of this lake
Welcomed with crunch and rustle of leaves
I stand for a while under the autumn tree

The birds fly and the wind blows
Voices of the insects, deer by the fence
On frosted air, aromas drift in a sway
Colours swirl alive in orange, yellow and red

A wishful whisper undulating in the breeze
Eagles nest high beyond the reach
Prism forms by the early sun ray
The lovely autumn day, the new mown hay

Flowers smile and the squirrels chatter
Mountains in the distance, behold the splendor
Scented pines enravish the sweetness
It’s a beautiful day, I am grateful to take!