Honk honk honk honk,
Honking till our minds go bonk!
Honkin’ here, and everywhere,
Honkin’ even if no one’s there.

Honking like they’re driving high,
Honking like they’re ’bout to die.
Still honking after seeing red,
Honking till our ears bleed blood.

Then there enters a tortured guy—
Probably the wisest in Mumbai:
“Gimme a *****, lend me a hand,
Let me show them well who owns this land.”

One of the greatest makes of mankind:
The decibel meter—time to shine!
You wanna honk? Go ahead—
If you want the timer reset instead!

The more you honk,
The more you wait.
Stay within the limits—
You’ll be safe.

No more honk honk honk,
No more minds going bonk!

I am Ice-cream!
I am the winter in the summer!
Sweet in taste!
Cold in touch!
Sensitive in heart!

Your poems
need not necessarily be
an ocean of metaphors,
brimming with lofty words.

Sometimes,
all it takes
is a drop of water
to quench
an ant’s thirst.

She, an eccedentesiast, with a lie behind her smile
There lies, deep within her galaxy,
A void — a lacuna she hides.
A solivagant beauty
Roams an eldritch path,
Fighting a solo battle, hidden from sight.

Hey there! I'm a new member of this wonderful community, and I'm absolutely loving it so far! Everyone here is so supportive and helpful, and I’m truly in awe of the beautiful poems shared here. Seeing your work has inspired me to write like that too! As a beginner, though, I sometimes feel my poems are a bit too simple. I often find it hard to express ideas in a poetic way, and my writing ends up sounding more like a conversation. I also find it a little difficult to interpret some of the deeper poems shared here, and I struggle to keep up with the level of creativity and expression many of you have. I’d be really grateful if you could share any advice, tips, or tricks to help me grow as a poet. Thank you in advance!

Hahaha, you'll hear that first!
In random talks we'll be immersed,
like there's no one in the world but us
We're the definition of a mess!

One's a girl who's smart and quiet,
no, that's what you'll think at first sight
Those close friends who know her well,
know she's got a lot to tell!

Other's a girl who's balanced right,
with a good amount of all, she's bright
if there ever is a heart to mend,
she'll be there with one to lend!

The last out there, is a crazy one
her teeth shines as bright as the sun
She's got the guts, but not the glory
Basically, she's the fun in our story!

We don't fight much
but when we do,
we make sure it's settled
by the noon.

And when we laugh,
we howl to the core
We chortle so hard,
our cheeks become sore!

A world without you,
is a world without me!
We didn't meet by chance,
but by destiny!

Go away
502 Bad Gateway

Life, a living orchestra —
a slow, steady climb,
the beginning of an overture,
greeted by the ****** of bells,
a gentle lullaby.

Gradually ascending —
a hum of the cello,
followed by a whisper of drums,
and a surge in pitch —
an escalating crescendo.

Emotions of music —
an overwhelming symphony,
dances alive,
attains its pinnacle,
an immense apogee.

A languid fall,
Into a pit of echoes,
all life enervates,
fading;
the final moments
before the end begins.

Aftermath creeps,
ushering in silence,
inching along,
devouring bit by bit,
towards a silent cadence.

Right from the start, I messed up bad.
"Please be happy, don't be sad".
What pathetic words from me,
as I watched you drown in sea.

Didn't pull you out, didn't lend a hand,
But stood tall and high in the land.
Didn't bat an eye, as I watched you cry
I turned away and let time fly.

Soon after, I was back again
To find lost joy I might've lost there then
I came closer, thinking it would be found
I would be safe, as I'm on the ground.

But then, the waves grew loud and big,
as I stood off-guard like a fragile twig.
I couldn't escape; I couldn't flee.
You became one with sea.

Don't be a diamond; it reflects, not glows.
Become the sun, outshine the stars.

Dear wonderful person, I'll leave you now,
I'll leave it all up to another dove,
who'll pick you up from where you fell,
and pull you out from your walking hell.
If you ever need me, I'll be right here,
faraway, but also near.
Don't worry, you'll soon be found.
Until then, stay safe and sound.

I wonder–

Will a world full of poets
Be happy
or sad.

I feel like nothing
Physically, I'm living
But I'm not alive

Words are mightier than the sword
They don't ****,
They give pain far worse than death

Once upon a time,
there lived a family of four.
There were always disputes and quarrels
behind the door.

All four brothers
stood firm and high,
while the father looked back at them
with a sad little sigh.

With all failed attempts
to resolve the fight,
he would teach 'em a lesson
to set them right.

"Go fetch a bundle of sticks,
just near the cattle!
Lemme teach you all a lesson—
a lesson to never battle!"

As they trudged along their paths,
under their breath they mumbled,
"Now what are these for?!"
They groaned, and they fumbled.

In the house, the father
told them to break the lot.
They tried and tried and tried,
but in the end, could not.

Then the father said,
"Now, break a single one."
In just a matter of seconds,
it was already done.

Now this is where they realize the moral of the story...

When we are together,
we are strong and hard.
We have the gift of unity—
thank the Lord!

When we are divided,
we are easy to break.
But when we are united,
a good team we make.

"Now do you realize
the mistakes you've made?
Now do you realize
the values you can take?"

"Yes, we do—
we're proud to say!"

A hundred thousand homes destroyed,
A hundred thousand souls trampled,
A hundred thousand dreams crushed.
All that remained was red–
Hearts surrendered,
the color of blood,
All for her–
a love worth the world.

I'm not who you think I am,
What I show you is all a scam.
This is not the actual me,
You only believe what you see.

If I help you,
You must help me back,
And if you don't,
I'll change my track

On to the next person I'll go,
So that, into me, all the benefits flow.
"You're so selfless!", if I hear you tell,
I know I've twisted your brains very well.

"Do good and it'll come back to you."
Is that so? Doesn't seem very true,
Lately, my do-good scheme,
hasn't been working like how I dream.

Thats when it hits me plain and hard,
All of you are playing the exact same card.
We're all just actors in this stage,
Our true hidden selves, behind a cage.

Every one of us is trapped within this feat,
of manipulation, trickery, and deceit.
We're all just pawns of something greater here.
Is this darkness, the so-called fear?

Dear dad,
Your contagious beams,
Spread through my body,
Infect my cheeks.

You reflect the day-
The soul of a child,
In the body of a man-
Life's not kind.

Yet you shine,
As a movie critique,
With zero dad ***,
And a good physique.

However busy,
You may be,
You leave it all aside
For our family.

Very grateful we must be.
Not all heroes are caped, you see,
Because dad,
You are our hero in a lungi!

A free-flowing body — within my grasp,
yet it slips through my fingers.
A vast mirror reflects the morning sky,
glistening like floating diamonds.

Yesterday, a gentle ripple caressed the shore —
the calm before a storm.
Today, a whirl of conflicts
devours all, whole.

As clear as glass — yet mysteries lurk,
in the uncharted waters of your deepest thoughts;
escaping light,
blending seamlessly into the eerie dark.

Drowned in your tears,
you became the ocean itself...
while I stood frozen in time,
slowly watching you drift away.

"I don't hate you guys,
Just jealous that you have me,
and mad that I don't."

Trapped in war between
letting go and moving on
and not giving up

We went through so much back then,
to be nothing again.
All the way from the beginning,
we were nothing till the end.

The sand is my canvas
The waves, the ink
The footsteps, my fading thoughts

This is the new me,
a withered peony
With lifeless eyes,
Dampened with lies
This is the new me

"You broke my expectations,
now my thought's all a mess
I saw what you're in reality,
can't believe i was obsessed"

"All those years, what a waste
Guess I just got bad taste"

"Buried alive, can't cry, why, my life is such a lie"

"I thought you'd make me smile forever
But my forever got an end
You used to give me so much hope,
now i'm someone you can't mend."

Hey, is that what you think?
Sorry for the torturing

Gave it a try, can't meet your eye, wish I could just call you mine

I took my friends for granted,
didn't feel your worth before
But now in isolation,
I want you even more

You gave me more than thrice a chance,
now won't you give a second glance

It got cold, the life we rode, our story untold.

"Look at that fatty!"
The crowd starts roaring.
The poor kid's laughing too,
As the insults keep pouring.

"You're flat as a table!"
They snicker out loud.
She shakes it off with a laugh,
Silently wishing she was round.

"Check out those juicy melons!"
They praise the boy’s sight,
As the girl gets devoured
By their monstrous delight.

Stand up for the bullied—
Tell ’em, "That's rude."
They'll start mocking you:
"Aw, you tryna be someone good?"

Call the perverts out,
And tell ’em to shut up—
No, they won’t listen to ya,
They'll call you the ****.

Why?
Because in this generation,
The good's the bad,
And the bad's the good.
It’s sad to say,
There's nothing more to be understood.

Somethings changed in me.
I'm no longer the tough and bold girl I used to be.
I no longer cackle or laugh my heart out.
I no longer yap, scream or shout.
I'm no longer the girl who was disgusted by love.
I'm no longer the girl who was worn like a glove.
I'm no longer the girl who was thin and lean.
I'm no longer the girl with the good jawline.
I'm no longer her with red and brown spots.
I'm no longer her with a face full of dots.
No,
Then what am I now?
That I know–
I am a girl who's sensitive and sweet.
I am a girl who's fragile and weak.
I am a girl who let's out small giggles.
I am a girl with a voice so soft, it tickles.
I am a girl who melts, when I see love and care.
I am also a girl who's independent, no longer a pair.
I am a girl whose put on some weight.
I am a girl just accepting fate.
I am a girl with dotted lines.
I am a girl with wrinkled smiles
Which one do you like? If you'd ask me,
I think I'd say
The new new me~

I'm just a person,
with high expectations y'know?
I'm not really happy,
though it appears so

I do a lot for others,
thinking they'd do the same for me
but i guess im just hurtin'
by my own fantasies

Or is it just me
tryna potray a good girl?
Oh my god, what am i thinking...
my mind's such a blur

Am i actually selfish?
Using people for my advantage?
I don't really look like that, right?
Maybe, it's just my cunning language

Or am i just the overthinker,
pondering a lil' too much?
'Bout people's opinion on me,
pros 'n cons 'n such

Wait... what if im actually selfless,
and an understanding person?
Always doin' right,
following values and lessons

If I have ever hurt you,
I truly am sorry
But has anyone ever apologised
for my never-ending story?

My never-ending story,
of loneliness and pain?
Maybe I just deserve it
for driving you insane

In this world, where life's a stage,
Behind every smile,
is not a happy role
Smiles radiate warmth,
mine got cold

But I guess i'll take a breather,
its a chapter, not the whole
Just a little longer,
mind, body and soul.

Citizens turn terrorists when terrorists terrorise them;
a world without terror is without a world.

You can't appreciate good without bad,
You can't appreciate happy without sad,
You can't appreciate peace without war,
You can't appreciate love without hatred,
You can't appreciate right without wrong,
You can't appreciate light without darkness
So I'm sorry if you can't understand me.

I am a lock without a key,
the salt and tears lost from my sea.
As I scrape my arms and pull my hair,
please free me from this twisted lair.

For a girl who has all but none,
is it too greedy to ask
for just one person who sees the truth
behind her painted mask?

For a girl who used to fight for space,
since when was "alone" her normal case?
For a girl who used to yap all day,
since when did she have nothing to say?

For a girl who did zit but act —
doesn't she deserve a reward?
"For the best acting skills of the decade,
we present to you... the Oscar Award!!!"

God, you're such a cruel witch,
throwing me in this pile of ditch.
Why do I have to be the one
to get your ***** work all done!?

God, I am SO fed up of this.
Fed up of playing the morning sun,
with a beam on my face, as I lighten your days —
"***, this is so fun!!!"

Just gimme a BREAK,
GODAMMIT!

I am SO done.
I am SO done.
I am SO done.

They love and lose,
    I have no
 love to choose.

They fall,
    and feel it all —

I
 fall,
      and
        don’t
          feel
        ­    at
              all.



They don't talk
     'cause they don't.
I don't talk
     'cause they won't —
        hear me...

          they won't
            see me.



They love me as a friend
    But
      I play pretend.

They blame it’s
   their fault —
        but I know it’s
          not —
              'cause it’s

me.
    I’m my own
        burdening.



Though I silently hope
    they'll carry
       all my weight.

I know it might hurt,
        but
                                      I just want a
              break —

Still, I’ll stay
      I’ll help you
         through the day.



They see

    a hero
         through their eyes,

but I made myself

      a villain
         deep inside.

Heroes
    don’t save
       their foes.

Plus —

    they don’t really know
         what’s hidden

                  below.