the sweet nothings i whispered
were for you, not for one soul another
i thought we were together, up or down
here i am, without a shadow, full of doubt
tell me why? isn’t it the least i deserve
after all i lost, an answer to remember
shards of trust through broken heart
never again am i letting you close
empty space for miles, a blank world out of the blue
every man for himself. a selfish world, it has come to
morality in question. sunken without a clue
there’s one thing you should know, now you do
a rut, my life
lazy, lonesome
i feel empty
vicious, lost
even misery laughs
there’s so much to say so much
to discuss
unimaginable that all this while
we never
the stories you wanted to tell me
that night
how about when the cops stopped us
one time
a whole lot has happened since last
we spoke
the glint in your wide green eyes
i missed
the hint of the smile you flash
has evoked
let’s go out, talk, have fun just get
ready stat
connection is back, never mind, go
online, we’ll chat
an adjective for a noun
my name
a behavior full of elegance
my name
an authoritative connoisseur
my name
a heart full of feelings
my name
a mind full of interests
my name
a book full of stories
my name
a soul called rasik
my name
a poem full of passion
my name
A path often traveled full of thorns
Long walks beside weary shadow
Omnibus life singing drab songs
Not one selfless act, life so shallow
End misery, pack up… so long
sometimes it just so happens
you are thrust into responsibilities
uncontained
a life flashes by and echos of
misunderstandings brings words
unconstrained
momentary lapse and regret knocks
sinking heart pulses with self
disdain
escalation elevates erring enmity
encapsulating entire egos erstwhile
entrenched
maturity jumps ships exposing
baseless wounds of yore still
maintained
shiny times simply forgotten
a choice for misery
sustained
just a step in the right direction
or a step back consciously if not
abstained
a chance mayhaps at a journey
together without blades for tongues
retained
the voices in my head
so many rumblings like
bees homebound
the first glance of the girl
in school uniform when
we were young
the first kiss on the lips
parted, nervous fun
the success and the failure
each towards something
something big and beautiful
a life. levied, lived, loved
memories shared with
strangers, secrets told
they are worth something
to me, if i’m being bold
stories to strangers like
water to parched tongue
a voice justified just might
quench the desire of
life but in minutes
somehow somewhere there’s
one exactly for this story
and yet the murmurs inside
my head fighting for authority
so many voices, so many pleads
everywhere
running like rabid dogs after
a thunderstorm
am i to search to no avail
or find within
somehow, the soothing sensation
of the one who first spoke to me
with love never seen before
undeniable, unquestionable
understanding
how could i forget that sweet
voice, none better i ever heard
go ahead, tell my story
mom
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.
