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 🌻
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.
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
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.
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!
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
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.
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
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?
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!