In the midst of Disarray I stand
Surge flow in my mind like sand.
Autonomously walk this bedlam
As i face this never ending bellum.
When there are no adequate words
All lost in sandstorm of the world.
Just a steady smile left for me to offer
This should convey how much i suffer.
drifting in this bedlam with petty pace
Is it the same smile i see on your face?
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 1:47 PM UTC
At first, there was silence, nothing else
Then, gently, “I love you" happened
A feeling with infinite weight exploded
Thus, created an infinite mass of shades.
And all spin on the axis of this phrase
Many a time it has been truthfully said
Although this limitless cosmos spread
Parallel worlds exist in another phase.
Those incapable of saying “I love you"
Timeless suspense, missing their cue
This is the plot twist, maybe my curse
I exist as a guest in other's universe.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
Today is born when yesterday dies
**** today and then comes tomorrow
Burying today with all its sorrows
Yesterday is the best place to hide.
As if killing time is a vicious crime
Floating in the current of bygones
Dwell on rich prospect of high tides
Seconds march on with monorhyme.
Life is not, but running in this flat circle
Are we killing time or time is killing us?
Trying to solve an already solved riddle
I humbly beseech, what is all this fuss?
If day and night is a monotonous rhyme
For what we celebrate or mourn a chime?
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
Write about your pain in love
Of the hollow loveless nights
Whine about all your little fights
I can't pay no mind to all above.
Story of a woman, a soldier in war
A real war, not the imaginary ones
A woman that was a mother once
Even my mind can't go that far.
Drowning her crying hungry child
For the sake of saving other's lives
From the real hounds, angry and wild
Silence the child before enemy arrives.
Holding the crying child in her arms
The swaddled child pushed in the mud
I bite my lips and taste my sour blood
For all my afflictions were self harms.
I'm sorry, your story is of lust not love
To me it's all nothing but filth and dust
Is there nothing else you can think of?
For in a fortnight these pains will rust.
We haven't drowned in a muddy swamp
We haven't killed our crying hungry child
So i only ask to keep quiet and tromp
Before hounds of lust catch us in swamp.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Some things we long for to engage
Whiskey, vacation or honeymoon
Might not be all on the same page
constant repetition in mind "Soon".
Whiskey while gazing at Polaris
Two weeks listening to ocean waves
Feeling pavements of sunny Paris
After that, it fades just like a haze.
Whiskey on the porch in the rain
Coffee in cafe Pouchkine in frost
A different joy but the same gain
Revisit another time, memory rust.
A book is the same, maybe better
You feel it better, letter for letter
Whenever you revisit a good book
It always has a euphoric fresh look.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
I'm the ugliest person i know
people who hate ugliness
I want all of you to know
Be thankful, if i wasn't ugly
You wouldn't be beautiful
Instead we all would be normal.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
Walking up the ship trail i met
Slowly crawling up the same way
A slug, steady with its mind set
Perhaps the same pastures await.
Left the shell, perhaps on purpose
Perhaps never have gotten there
Getting down, might see the carcass
Said farewell, in a hurry to nowhere.
To this day i think of that lone snail
My fellow pilgrim, did you also fail?
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
Ants made home in the front yard
One carries a heavy piece of wood
Another carries some sort of food
Day in and out always work hard.
Carry with indomitable conviction
No second guess, pressing forward
To the hole, take the load downward
No matter how harsh their mission.
When it rains and ruins their shelter
I wonder if they think it's God's will
If any of them in this despair falter
Thinking cruel God willed to ****
And when i'm watering the plants
It breaks my heart to watch the ants
To think i'm the God of destruction
Would it also be their assumption?
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 4:27 AM UTC
Sitting on a rock up in the mountains
Everyone has an interesting story
Everything has a baffling history
I wonder, stories each house contains.
Wonder about these tiny colorful roofs
The story of the rock i was sitting on
How strong and patient it kept on
Stories i imagined didn't need proof.
Wish i could hear stories of that stone
Real stories of people in their home
My friend stole that moment of mine
A photo, i call it "a boy lost in his mind".
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
There is a spell on lovers at night
Spend it, quarrel over hate or love
It never ends, who is wrong or right?
yes, some times, push comes to shove.
Hurriedly to their homes at night
Refuge from darkness of their own
Lover's arms, sanctuary, ray of light
While hiding a piece of skeleton bone.
Lies in the day and love in the night
Running from ourselves, we survive
Hold to another human's flesh so tight
For another dawn, to revive and strive.
I wait to see myself in mirror of darkness
To see my true self, when sky is starless
A cup of coffee, a smile on my face
Equilibrium, nothing i want to chase.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC