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
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
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
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
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
