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The path

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There lies a path snaking through a jungle
Hardly trodden and deceptive to most eyes
Ask travelers of this path and hear their sighs
“Not a welcome sign, no lights, no sights”
They ventured in but have returned midway
With words of advice to “help fellowmen”
They stutter and speak of impending doom
Of gnarled trees where weird voices whisper
Of strange weeds that no sickle can cut down
And of tangled boughs that block the blue skies
These advisers all come with hand-drawn maps
Showing well-lit ways and smooth pavements
With blue sky above, and green grass below
“These are the roads that we truly deserve,
Short, straight and sweet, signboards very neat”
Most people at this point make their decisions
Borrow the maps and notes with sheer relief
Yet, some persist with an unheard-of belief
They hack through bushes, thorns, and weeds
And just as the world starts with “We told you”
They emerge on the other side for all to envy
For they did get to see bright lights and sights
And of course, the “welcome sign” of success

 

 

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Winter is coming

Sun sets, before the day has ended
Time sighs and then resigns
Itself to march on and ignore
Pleading eyes and shivering skin
Frozen palms beg for respite
Buried in dull grey overcoats
Sunburnt leaves breathe their last
Writhing around on merciless stone
Even the clouds have finally lost it
Tired of smiling for photographs
Sky chokes, smothered it seems
Unless this is all just for laughs
Chapped lips lament to each other
As icy drafts hiss into my ears
“Our turn now, winter is coming”

Live it like you mean it!

Set sail!
Head out!
You can feel the sun warming your skin!
Buckle up!
Get going!
Today is not meant for staying in!
Turn around!
Sing aloud!
And the birds will accompany!
Run hard!
Laugh harder!
Let yourself go weak in the knee!
Play games!
Play pranks!
Get the child in you up on swings!
Taste rain!
Chase a train!
Someone might return your winks!
Try to whistle!
Get tickled!
Feel your lips spreading in a smile!
Blow bubbles!
Toss pebbles!
Let your hair loose once a while!
Forget time!
Roll in grime!
Muddy faces can be winsome too!
Watch butterflies!
Look at clouds!
Let them cast their spell on you!
Be with friends!
Open presents!
If anyone needs to have fun, it’s you!

Set sail! Head out! Buckle up! Get going! Turn around! Sing aloud! Run hard! Laugh harder!
Play games! Play pranks! Taste rain! Chase a train! Try to whistle! Get tickled! Blow bubbles!
Toss pebbles! Forget time! Roll in grime! Watch butterflies! Look at clouds! Be with friends! Open presents!

If anyone deserves a life, it’s you!

Tiger

What Really Matters

It was an ordinary, tired afternoon
The clouds had stopped moving
Not a bird willing to croon
Nothing at all was happening
And we simply lay indoors
Limbs lazing on a worn-out sofa
Undisturbed by thoughts,
Sounds, time in general
In a place we only shared
With the humdrums essential
Ear buds, couple o’ books, a soda
Random crumbs uneaten
Nothing to post online even

All that seemed slightly alive
On that day, at a quarter to five
Was an old movie we loaded to VLC
Small talk, laughter, very easy
On the eye, ear, mind, soul
Nothing going out of control
We lay there just watching
As, in the most routine setting
The characters grew appealing
The girl picked up her old guitar
With a song she wrote for him
Him who would be gone so far
Only, he wouldn’t, after this!
Love wasn’t something one would miss
The way he sat, under spell of melody
Was exactly how we too sat, to see
Absorbing with ear, eye, and soul
Truth about what makes one feel whole

Simple things of the everyday
Stuff we do, words we may not say
Not the rigmarole of fancy dinners
But little moments that emerge winners
The laughter over a private joke
A silly love letter one once wrote
The grunts of acknowledgments
Nods of disapproval
The pretend-nothing-happened times
The we’re-in-this-together times
Walks to cherish, and homecomings
Doing nothing on long evenings
Just a touch that conveys so much
Confessions, intimacy, holding hands
Dreams fickle as castles in sands
Things to recall in later years
Stuff that may move one to tears

In fact, sitting there, that hot afternoon
Just when we thought nothing was happening
We stumbled upon to find the surprising
Basic, unchanging truth of life
The meaning of heartbeat, being alive
That without the glory of royalty
How precious life still can be!
With the ones we love in our world
So don’t let the obvious go unheard
This is the one thing that really matters
Without some kind of love, life is in tatters.

And just like that, we snuggled closer.
The afternoon was ordinary no longer.

Simple Things

Amber Irises

Owner of amber irises
And my inner recesses
You kindle lustful fires
Of long dormant desires
Just one look brings alive
My opalescent fantasies
Like a primal prophecy
I once lay low, buried
Not sure if I would survive
Now I give way to need
As amber pilfers my soul
Every pore is on a roll
I am ravenous tonight
I cannot put up a fight

My senses are saturated
Yet you toy with them
Making me inebriated
Foolish thoughts soar
There is such an uproar
You mess with my head
And my poised exterior
With amber on the prowl
My camouflage cries foul
You pry open my heart
I am naked, in and out
With pride, yet without
I am swallowed by flames
You are the one to blame

Smother me with caresses
You, owner of amber irises
Look at the stormy night
It permits me to be held tight
I salute your easy power
Submit myself as a lover
And renounce my modesty
This is me in all honesty
Tamed beneath your gaze
And yet, I am set ablaze
You dictate my movements
Self-control is past tense

I drown in amber deluge
Where might I seek refuge?
Claim my quivering body
I have never been more ready
Glorify me with touch
And one kiss too much
Behold my writhing self
In dire need of your help
Infuse into me your energy
Let us dance with synergy
Pour on me fluid gold
Amber has taken hold

Amber Eyes

A Call to Hope

Lone swinging lantern
In my heart’s dungeon
I need your presence
To dispel the darkness
Of despairing thought
This is not what I sought
Spread your warm rays
Help me save face

I beseech in humility
Life laughs at my frailty
I am too weak to stand tall
In fact, to stand at all
I bow to your powers
For nothing else remains
I have not one rescuer
Matching your stature

If you heed this call
I might still survive
Only you can revive
My bent, resigned spirit
Give me but one hint
And I know I will thrive

There has to be a reason
For this state of affairs
I am tried for treason
Yes, I did betray my heart
Stupid logic played its part
Is this what was in store?
Such a clean dismissal
Why a judgment so cruel?
I am not what I was before

My heart can have its way
And I promise not to stray
From paths it recommends
Even if it makes no sense
It does know what I need
Even if in my greed
I went for what I want
This is here to haunt
And ruin my sanity, unless
You with your purity
Choose to intervene
And this I really mean

I take a vow, to never bow
To mind against the soul
Respect shall be my role
Come forth, bring clarity
Save me from self-pity
Touch and heal my injury
Pull me out of penury
In this moment of torment
No one else I want near
But you, hope, my saviour
Come please, I need you here

Hope

What is Love?

Love in my world
Never a bait
Never a titbit
Handed out to a child
In return for compliance
Never a deed
Never a contract
Handed out to a client
With terms and conditions
Never a prize
Never the applause
Awarded to a performer
For dancing to one’s tunes

What is love?
Unbridled affection
Unmatched inspiration
Ceaseless devotion
Or so I define it
In my precious world
My little dictionary
But the world has changed
It is all commotion
Self-commoditization
Materialism’s promotion
My values archaic
My heart throwaway
My love written off
It’s a trading game

Of far more value
As I discovered, are
Compromise, acceptance
Exchanges and agreements
It is a sea of tentatives
Superficial promises
Impatient scenarios
Dizzying edits, and
Ego-massage demands
Everyone looking for
Returns on investment
I have the option to stay
Or walk out if I may
No binding threads
No bonded soul
Holding me close
It shocks me, it does
That love is no magic
In today’s times
And to this manic,
Unbelievable world
I doubt I belong!

For you have all of me

Like warm honey down a sore throat
Like in bleary winter getting a fur coat
You save me with your presence, and
I can’t seem to do without you
You have the power to dull any ache
Stay that way if you can for my sake

For I give you all of me
That is how it will be

Take care, would you?
For I cannot settle for
Small portions of you
I too need all of you.

Like a love sonnet Shakespeare wrote
Like chancing on an old friend’s note
You soothe me with your spirit, and
I can’t seem to heal without you
You have the power of the divine
Shine my way and gift me sunshine

For I give you all of me
That is how it will be

Take care, would you?
For I need to be told
That nothing’s unfair,
I too have all of you.

I have given myself away to you, walked down the aisle
Your name is on my heart and soul
And it’s only just that you do the same too, pretty please!

For I give you all of me
That is how it will be

So take care, would you?
For I deserve to be held
Told again and again
I will always have all of you.

heartinhand

Happy Birthday

A ‘birthday’ is your reason to cheer
It being the zenith of a whole year
Those days with many tiny moments
Some were lessons, some presents
Some good, some so-so, old, new
The thing is, they belonged to you.

A birthday is your reason to cheer
For it grandly proclaims a whole year
Filled with brand new days, fun times
Be it with friends, or your ‘solo’ times
You will experience moments new
Once again, they will belong to you.

So have a great birthday, a splendid year
For you are special, and to many so dear.

bday

I Once Slept in Heaven

I slept in heaven
And dreamed
Of us, lips locked
Romancing wild
Urgent whispers
Blazing passion
Unlike what
Any other duo
In love had ever
Known, or so
It seemed, until
It crept on me
Throwing me
Right off guard
Off balance
Upside down
I was hung, with
My whole world.

Not sure if I
Heard you right
That things end
Tonight, that
We are done
Tonight, that
I better get out
Of sight. Well,
Who was I kidding?
Dreams were but
A refuge, where
I escaped to,
Shutting you out
Yes, both of you
For ‘she’ exists.

Perfection was
How I defined ‘us’
The way everyone
Recognized ‘us’
In ignorant bliss
I sat in your lap
On my ‘throne’
While she ruled
Your bleeding heart
I had titles once
‘Darling, my dear
Oh cute little lover’
Boy, how I pranced,
Childish joys, and
Kept on bragging
My man, unaware
Of developments
All around me.

Fine print, damn
Always unread
Until the moment
They point it out
In this case, you.
You read it out.
I repeat after you
All the reasons
I am to blame
For you failing
On your promises.
‘You are paranoid,
You have trust issues,
You are emotional,
Vulnerable, lost.’
If I had no cause
For complaint, ever,
Pray tell me why
You have that
Look in your eye?!

I signed up for love
Crazy, pure love
Unashamed love
But just ‘our’ love
Not unexpected,
Outside love.
Not ‘her’, no.
I fell for you
Prayed for you
Lived for you
And now you
Want me to
Die too, for you.
Of course you
Won’t say it loud
But I can hear it
Clear alright, that
I wasn’t thrown out
Just brushed aside
Gently, slowly, as
I slept in heaven
And dreamed. Well,
I won’t, anymore.

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