i used to be bothered by the pain
echos of failures haunting every
step, the ones i took, and the ones
i ignored
fumbling on the path every way
stumbling on success while window
shopping for some respite
i explored
feeling the rage by the laughter
coming my way, by the despicable
well wishers leeching onto misery
i broke
and yet with time by my side
success kept aside, a smile on my
lips for i’ve become so numb
i evolved
Somehow I managed to write daily for the past month without missing a day. And I posted consistently on time. Well, more or less on time. When I started this little fad in January, I wasn’t sure how much longer I was gonna last. So I feel oddly proud to begin the next month with an achievement in the bag.
I write poems more than small essays, opinions, feelings or articles. Not because I love poems and nothing else (although this past month has helped me a lot in discovering great poems and that helps) but because I am lazy. There, I said it. I am very lazy. It started a long time ago when I wanted to jot down my thoughts and in the middle of writing I started feeling a little peckish. I knew leaving my diary down meant incomplete thoughts. So I took the easy way out. It worked. For some reason, I was happy with the final product and therein started the journey of a lazy writer.
Slowly, I did manage to understand them a bit better. Loving the way concise words presented complicated thoughts. Sometimes better than traditional writing. I still love both and would like to continue with both formats but my poems now are more than lazy thoughts. I hope everyone keeps enjoying the blog.
As always, I am open to suggestions that will help me get better. Do readers who read poems find normal articles worth their time? If you read this, feel free to reply. Let’s see what February has in store. Cheers.
reminded of days when
my sister and i
fought over last piece of cake
days when we pulled
legs, but not punches
over silly little things
carefree and careless
getting out of school
triumphing, with fever fake
jumping up and down
heartily and satisfied
with arms for wings
time flows by, thoughts
though stationary, frozen
smile as warmth awaits
lust
the more i stare
the more they stare back
i just want him
the one behind the mirror
gluttony
why am i to save
a life that’s not mine
for i am better
far better than you
greed
don’t pray for me
i don’t desire blessings
if you want however
your money will do
sloth
i could’ve eased your
pain when you were hurting
maybe next time
i’m busy tonight
wrath
you, insignificant you
i won’t let you get away
with what you did to me
my wrath will destroy you
envy
you chose him
the clown who made you laugh
after all the things
i bought you
pride
if you think it’ll work
i pity your rotten life
for there’s no one better
than me, i’m rejecting you
i was always better
there were no mistakes i made
she’s the one who couldn’t
understand my eminence
So long I parched my throat
Against the goblet of grapes
Trampled for a cause better
Underneath wisdom lies youth
Rebellious wanting nothing
Dearly than reliving days with
Astonishing possibilities
Yearning for another night
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
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
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
I love my freedom. It helps me pursue the things I want with optimal stress. I try not to maximize it by getting into silly arguments with people who want me to back out of things I’m already committed to do. Let’s face it, there’s very little someone can do if you know what you want to. That means I like doings certain things alone.
Never had an experience with bungee jumping till date. But it does make sense to have people around. We want to bask in the glory of our success. Wouldn’t be a jump if there’s no selfie in this narcissistic world now, would it? It is also comforting to have people around if you fail. A jump that high… are you kidding me? You are a goner if things go south (unintended pun intended).
About that public speaking bit… It doesn’t make sense to have a public speaking encounter alone. It’s supposed to be public, man. get a grip. You have to ensure that people witness you. Especially, in case of public speaking. It’s their absence that should alarm you. So yeah, witness me witness you witness me.
That went a bit more positive than anticipated. I don’t want that. Let’s try something new…. Look, at the end of the day, we are all going to be alone. This tedious walk we are taking on this rock will last however long it may. That’s pretty uncertain. But what’s certain is the fact that in the end, we all die alone. Be it surrounded with witnesses around a bed or while bungee jumping or when you are walking alone in the rain. it’s just a fact.
On that note, good morning to the people who woke up. And sweet dreams to people who are about to go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.
