I'm not what you see me
I'm not what I do
I'm what I think &
Never exist in reality
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
The words are magical
Mysterious too
They entice us into
A world of fantasy
Lure us with their curves
And ****** us to play romantic games
I was not the exceptional
I was too entangled in it's web
Craved to write love,
Lust, beauty and people
Which fade away as clock ticks
They transformed my words into fictional
Took me away from this natural world
I was flying in it's beauties
I was touching it's indelible curves
And went deep inside it's private parts
I fell from that sky on a starry night
Like a star that laminates more
Hit to the grounds of reality
The fragile fantasies were shattered
Made me alone in my story
The reality is bitter unlike the fantasy
It bites my bones, eats my head
Burns my soul and torments my heart
To write what is true
Despite of being ugly and *****
As I walk along the pavements
My heart is loaded with misery
The agony it has brought is completely a mystery
All I realized,
The writers whom I read were impotent to write this pain down
Dustbins are screaming for mothers
Pavements are starving for food
Brothel houses are moaning for their souls
Preachers are filling hatred
Politicians are serving agony
I want to weep
I want to write
I want to bleed
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
There is a life
In words
That everyone
Couldn't witness.
The life in it itself
Is an oxymoron;
Fills you with joy
And makes you cry.
Happiness is fictional
Suffering is factual
Joy melts and
Pain freezes.
Read more
Be alone,
Find the joy
In the solitude it brings.
Write syllables in torment
Let them kiss each heart it is read
Let the agony rejoice in words
And let the joy weep in pain.
Let the world of pain
Dissolve in every note of music
Let it disperse in each cheerful mind
And **** all the lives of mythical muse
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 3:50 AM UTC
The body that I beautified over the years
Had eaten by unseen scavengers,
Left my soul lone and lost-
I found hardly few, crying, at my funeral
Few held me for days
Few for years in their memories
That faded, eventually, away like morning mist-
But when will my soul die?
Surya Teja M
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
I dreamed a class of history
When I was riding on my bike.
A giant man was tussling a fierce lion
The one wins, eats the other-
Shortest tale of Darwin's theory;
The one fits, survives.
Group of men killing the other under the crowns of kings
Winning flag slaves the losing flag
Dirtiest game of thrones;
The one wins, rules.
I winked-
Emaciated begging hands are stretched along the roads
On which I have been travelling;
I have been riding over corpses of people starved to death.
I am scared now:
What kinda dream my daughter gets
About me and about us?
Are you too scared, now?
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
I awoke from my sleep on a starry night;
It was old like my heart and quiet like my love,
The stars were huddling tight and twinkling bright,
I ambled to window sill and perched like a waffling owl.
I beheld-
Wind swirling, tree quivering
Clock ticking and waves swaying.
The tree gravitated me; quivering and rustling
Standing strong against its heart to fly-
Reminded me of my job of my young-hood;
Duties and desires waged war against and leaves fell apart.
Turned my eyes and swaying in the waves
They swayed me to the corners of happiness,
Resting me in the chasm of gloominess
It was like then me-
Walking on same path and dreaming for the wonders
Seconds hand in clock beat in my ears
Once, I loved creating, perceiving and pursuing
The freedom and independence I grabbed from choices
Allowed me to exist like me out of anxiety
The call was too late;
The breeze entered my dress,
Crept over my body,
Stalked me to death,
Decomposed my corpse,
Diffused my soul into the dust.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
At the end
You are alone
With the memories
Full of people
Who left you
In the darkness
Of misery
To sail in
Their loneliness
Alone
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
I found happiness
In the deepest
Corner of depression
When I say this
People say, "impossible"
But, I say, "everything is possible".
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
The crowded streets,
The empty nights
Were the same;
Scary and dreary,
Till I met you.
Whether it was spark,
Or it was dark
I was the same;
Numb and dumb,
Till I met you.
You showered love
In oddest times,
Trained me seeing
Beauty in everything,
Accompanied in loneliness,
Exhilarated in clumsiness.
The sense of you
Had woken my eye,
The strike of your light
Ignited my mind,
The pill of your pleasure
Had cured my heart,
Hymns of your wisdom
Enlightened my soul.
Oh! Books!
I'm grateful!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
You introduced the world to us
By carrying us on your back
You fed us our stomachs
By tilting hard clay with your bones
You exchanged our love letters
By travelling miles without tiredness
You made us rich
By selling your fur, skin, meat and even eggs
You gave us life
By dying in medical research
You gave us love
By caring, kissing and hugging when we are alone
We are humans
Because of your sacrifice, dear animals and birds
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC