Category: Poems

  • ritual

    gentle nudge to bring me back

    from the serene dream i had

    your warm touch embraced

    unlike that bright ball of fire

    trying to shine brighter than you

    how embarrassing for him

    losing to but a dream of mine

    a tragedy he shall face

    for you are much more divine

    when i open my eyes you

    will be there smiling at me

    unlike the eternity i woke up

    to a weightless pillow

     

  • perfectly good

    everyday the same search
    deep within
    today’s great though
    i have something new
    better than yesterday

    backspace is assaulted
    cracks visible
    yet i go through
    i have something new
    better than yesterday

    this time it’ll work
    i have a feeling
    this one is readable
    i have something new
    better than yesterday

    it’s been so long
    the pen has dried off
    this is worth it
    i have something new
    better than yesterday

    i had so much to say
    all lost in time
    was that worth it
    waiting for something new
    better than yesterday

    waiting for perfection
    i stopped being good
    all i can show
    edits of blank drafts
    just like yesterday

    striving to better
    oft we mar what’s well

    said shakespeare once
    so here’s my imperfect poem
    just like yesterday

  • fear

    i am fear
    narcissistic and proud
    for you forget all the joy
    and happiness turns
    like a mold hanging
    over your head

    you are afraid
    stunned and paralysed
    for you meet the darkness
    lurking behind brave facade
    like an old friend
    you sent away

    we are together
    my villain and your hero
    for it is written by the stars
    and i’ll crush your hopes, dreams
    like only i can
    until you give up

  • doubts

    is it enough to be myself
    or do i slap a mask on
    prominent smile is bound to
    bring in friendly strangers

    but won’t i lose myself
    in the plethora of fakes
    giving away the freedoms
    no matter what it takes

    will i get an ear
    to my pleads, my stories
    or will it be a blind eye
    to all my fears, my worries

  • not connected

    violent thoughts occupy me
    betrayed by my own
    we shared a life together
    every night, every morn

    and you left me hanging
    staring into the abyss
    the dreams we had together
    witnessing that kiss

    you made all my troubles vanish
    gave me a world of opportunities
    i can’t find a trace of yours now
    no matter how much i pray the deities

    i wish you’d come back now
    for it is my only will
    without you o my internet
    how am i to netflix and chill

  • wishful thinking

    one day i’ll be up so high
    first to see the sun up in sky
    over valleys, indian ocean
    will see the earth in motion

    one day i’ll be in so deep
    on the edge of earth, taking a leap
    a school of fish alongside
    showing me the way as my guide

    one day i’ll walk on land
    no prejudice, just hand in hand
    no race, religion, discrimination
    and another bucket list after the occasion

  • picnic

    trapped in a limbo drab and dingy
    muffled sounds and dark lights
    the violent ghosts are screaming

    my incapable  throat resisting voice
    freedom curbed and insanity prevails
    been a long winter, this

    taken out for a moment
    blue sky, cool breeze, sunrise
    i get my angel back

  • down but not out

    i notice when everyone ignores me

    i notice when opportunity doors me

    i notice when greed whores me

    i notice the lies the world lores me

     

    i’m still resolute to be mentored

    i’m still knocking to be entered

    i’m still trying to be gentled

    i’m still searching to be centered

  • the cracked mirror

    the cracked mirror on the wall
    staring back into the soul
    watching life go by
    can’t stand it

    can’t stand the failures playing
    in front of my eyes
    can’t bear to rewind my being
    and witness the lies

    lies i told myself
    to avoid facing my own gaze
    uncover the bookshelf
    of betrayal and not faze

    i’m tired of it
    watching life play by
    hoping my mind would quit
    asking why me, why?