Tag: Poem

What was the first sound you heard?
Wasn’t it the lovely bells jingling;
calling out your name?
Wasn’t it the silent water gushing forward;
And the sweet breeze with scented petals aloft;
all calling out your name?

It was a voice of care and love, and faith amass;
Cuz it knew you would come;
for you dreamt so well.

Then this little parasite wondered and walked on that perianth path;
trying to squeeze off everything there was to love,
‘What if’ I never could;
‘What if’ it was never mine?
But love, why wasn’t it
‘What if’ I could?

Love, you wouldn’t have been called so lovingly if it never was yours;
but it is,
This hollow doubt came to hinder and
you hid away, unwilling to look this way.

Dear, you are worthy of every ounce of love and bliss;
so don’t wonder, ‘what if?’
Remember, you heard the first sound;
The sound that belonged only to you.

Feel the breeze, blowing through my hair,
This breeze, it could take me anywhere,
Calmly, as I close my eyes,
Swiftly, my soul flies.

And I felt like the whole world was ours,
As I smelt the blooming flowers,
Oh! How the breeze flowed through the moist grass,
And here I wanted my life to pass.

Up on the green hill with a sigh, I stood,
The naughty breeze took away my hood!
With the breeze blowing on both my sides,
I swam away with the waves and tides.

On the lonely island, I didn’t feel alone,
This place, it felt like my own, my home,
And on the salty sunset beach,
I touched the sun, it was in my reach.

Down on the rocky river bank,
I thought about the people I should thank,
And in a small frosty mountain cave,
Many, I forgave.
With ease, I was dancing and humming,
Flying, back I was coming,
And so, calmly I opened my eyes,
And once again the breeze blew through my hair,
And indeed, it took me everywhere.

In the midst of every
Everything is so clearly a blur.
I seem to know the road,
But not the pace.

Each day is so properly woven
In the tangled threads.
What’s the matter? I don’t know.

Everything is so lovely.
Even the dilemma looks adorable.
Dust once under my shoes
Now all over like a mist.

It’s a lovely mist of green and blue,
and white and orange.
Sometimes black and even rosy hue;
Rainbow of gazillion colours
Amass in the garbled sky.

The mist shall fade soon.
Maybe also the reason for my ease.
But to be honest;
It’s all so lovely when it’s clearly a blur.

The rough winter cold sets in like a king claiming his crown
Sweet, sweet loneliness passes itself around
Broken souls in a dead world
Fragility is the only thing we humans have conserved
The earth is not dying, we are.

It doesn’t need life to live
We do and yet we seem to be taking it away
“Save the environment,” they say
But the environment doesn’t need saving, we do.
The earth will always become new
While our maladies will spread ceaselessly
Yet we take the damage unflinchingly
As we will continue to,
Until we realise how rough the winter cold has become
And our problems have survived this wild run.

It is us who lynched the sea
It is us who scorched the desert
It is us who adulterated the breeze
It is us who stopped the rebirth

Yet it is we who have to bear
The rough winter cold that comes with growing old
The earth flourishes as it grows older, we do not
It is not the earth that needs saving, it is its children
We cannot survive how rough the winter cold will become.

Dear Dad,
They say I am the younger version of you
But can I be as good as you?
When I am just a symphony’s note, can I be its final note?
When I am just a pearl, will I ever be the flawless one,
Just like you?

Dear Dad,
They say I look like you
But will I ever be a showstopper like you?
Will I beat the in-and-out beauty you hold?
Will I ever match the energy you have and the love that you pour?
Will I be brave enough to collect myself just like you do every day
without expressing yourself a single day?

Dear Dad,
I will today and forever
try to be the younger you
just as they say.

Get the key, run into time travel,
Goin’ to 1700s to unravel,
All echoing royalty of past life miseries.
If hope’s the thing with feathers,
I don’t know what it means,
Euphoria is overwhelmed with melancholy.
Toast to escapism as my rescue,
All those fantasies I belong to,
‘Cause the real world’s ablaze in irony.

Believing doesn’t make it half-way,
All my calls are addressed mayday,

But, the lie is that,
Efforts forever decorate your good name,
Your failure’s nevermore your blame,
“All that you try is pure mettle,
I Appreciate That.”

Change is a constant in the universe,
Was I wise in welcoming my curse,
Maybe, it wasn’t my ultimate punishment.
I’ve recklessly rocked the chair of destiny,
Found the key to get success perilously,
All those days of flame drowning in September.
If fortune ever struck past my life,
I’d be thankful, it’d get me to cry,
My feigned joyous memories to remember.

Manifestation is never myth in reality,
All it has to overcome is humane cruelty,

But, the lie is that,
Fighting dragons makes you a hero,
Your stardom, alive in soul’s window,
“All your bravery is pure mettle,
I Appreciate That.”

If hide and seek is a game to play,
I’ll get lost never to be seeked again,
My world is a classic fairytale-to-be.
My fanciful death cuts employ reality checks,
I appreciate that I have them,
Fumes aren’t always left to die in peace.
I’d argue that scissors can’t beat paper,
‘Cause it’s the one that bleeds the weight off,
My friends would hate it with me.

When satirical verses come alive,
The truth is that I’m not fine,

But the lie is that,
Subsiding to desolation isn’t the laburnum top,
To sway in zephyr in silence is to survive on,
“All your inception is pure mettle,
I Appreciate That.”

But the lie is that I appreciate that.

I. Appreciate. That.

Anger is raging up to me,

Choking my throat to breathe,

Holding strings;

Controlling thoughts and words and my dos

I shall beg to no extent to be free;

For sake, free the shackle and 

let me be,

Cease the guns, the arrows, and the swords,

I shall not survive to hurt anymore

Loosen the strings, let this puppet free,

No longer shall I be a puppet,

I am human so

 let me be,

Hurting ‘n hating those I love,

Oh God how to tell I hate my love,

In the midst of this chaos,

If the likes of god exist,

Send a ray and set me free,

Please, 

let this puppet be.

I stood there, all alone,
Wondering if I’ll ever come to be known;
Tears cascading down my face,
Facing my worst fears with grace;
I stood scared in the dim alcove,
The thought of not having a future drove.

The world stood in front of me,
My choice – unshackled like a bird, or entangled, I see;
But I hesitated,
Lost in a labyrinthine path I created;
Would I make out of this?
Soon find the way to bliss?

I had to do it, break free from the cage,
And make my mark on the world’s page.

Hope arose, striking my mind,
It was up to me to bind;
I showed my face to everyone,
And the beautiful sun shone.

For the first time, I felt elation,
No need for vacillation;
I was out there,
No more scare,
No fears, no tears;
Now that I’ve done it, planted the longing seed,
It appears much less daunting than before, I concede.

Fun With Maths!

M.A.T.H.S is a word
Feared by most,
But I am in love
With its big calculations
Making precise decisions
There is no fear only amazed,
By the man who buys 98 bananas!
By the girl who wore 52 pyjamas!
By all the people who come and go
From the bank that offers interests high and low.
Well I know,
Compounding is difficult
With large numbers and heavy calculations,
Sometimes I wanna call up
The writer and say,
“Hey man, why you makin’ my life so difficult !!??”
Sometime I wanna write a letter to maths and say,
“I am done solving your problems, go find yourself a lawyer and a judge !”
But what can I do, Maths sticks to me like superglue!

A Pretence to Help

Save the planet! Save the planet!
Is all everyone says,
But nobody knows the ways.
This planet we call our mother,
We have to take care and nurture.
Only words won’t help!
Actions are to be taken
And debates to be held.
Find solutions, end problems
Coz procrastination won’t help,
Can’t you hear your mother yelp?

Life and Hide and Seek Biscuits

Life is always not so bad, not so difficult. It is like Hide and Seek biscuits sometimes with lots of choco-chips and sometimes with less, but you enjoy it either way.
Being happy is about letting yourself win over your fears. Defeating problems and winning over difficulties. It is about letting yourself lose to the feeling of euphoria without worrying about anything.
It is the feeling of chasing your passion without a care of the world.

Butterfly

It’s free and so wild;
Vividly it radiates,
So lovely and careless;
It wonders and wonders at the end,

It’s dainty and unbound,
Dazzling with glee,
How I’d love to see,
See her fly free,
Like she was bound to be seen,

The flowers and wind,
The grass and zephyr,
How dearly they bestow
on the lovely little butterfly,

In a life of harmony,
So much beauty and free,
How I’d love to see, I’d love to see,
And may be forever free,
In unbound glee.

 

The Goddess of Living

Gaia, the goddess of heart and soul;
On outside so serene;
but shedding tears of her melting soul,
The mother, so tender and benevolent;
Yet fight to survive.

Soon she’ll get tired, get tired of the atrocities;
the inhumane in the human,
The monster in us;
The subjugation and fear, the cages at her rear,
The smog and the shackles
Held onto her so callously.

The moment mother turns and wrenches;
The day she’ll have enough;
The day shackles of rage shall shatter.

Heavens would pray through to no help,
She’ll leave humanity to knee,
Beseeching and crying and screeching like once she did,
And deaf she’ll be to all the noise, like once to her.

Mother of humanity,
Yes, she cherishes us all and all so dearly,
But shall you rend the heart of that precious soul,
But shall you slaughter the love she always bore,
All that shall happen is that humanity is never bound to repair,
For Gaia,
She’s the mother of heart and soul.