My heart is a frog
The moment clouds arrive
It just leaps out
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC
deal it is, this life
some part here, some part there
thus we part our strife
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 1:47 AM UTC
Then
a
day
came,
her
gaze
fell
on
me.
Something
is
broken,
ever
since.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 3:29 AM UTC
half is the heart
that beats fast
until two halves
stop the time
and go slow
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 3:08 AM UTC
Long back once
I was a God
I painted some lovely birds
on the greenest trees
which stood by the most beautiful river
that had vivacious flowers
all along its grassy banks
I brought all this to life
people saw all of it and admired
then they thought it'd be
the sweetest, purest water
and they built a bottling plant by riverside
as if their thirst was deep rather than large
they plucked flowers and adorned houses
as if their paints were not bright enough,
they brought flowers to weddings and parties too
as if the mood and purpose were never up to mark,
they caught the birds and put them into cages
as if their free wings made people resent own servitude
they cut down trees to make skyscrapers
as if their life spans were ever eternal
and when they distorted whatever was all my hard work
they came with gloated hearts to temples and churches
they sang glorious hymns and offered construed prayers,
and in almost a state of self-praise they told me how noble I was
for I endowed them with capabilities none could ever fathom
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 4:04 AM UTC
some poems,
they are not metaphors
they are not similes
nor they are alliterations
some poems are emotions
simple, pure emotions
they trickle in one clear line
like a sincere tear drop
whose single strength
finds the road ahead
to console the weeping heart,
to remedy the ailing soul
some poems are just emotions
they just flow inside along the veins
to touch each single cell and tissue
to caress the body with wanting warmth
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 3:31 AM UTC
i was a great will
and a brave heart
i was a real hero
and a rejoicing hart
i was a noble soul
and a belief strong
i was a lively mind
and a love song
until i saw the malice
that was in their sighs
until i saw the hatred
that was in their eyes
until they despised
for all that i was
and grew jealous of me
with loathsome laughs
who I am
i don't now know
my original faith
or their empty sorrow
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 3:17 AM UTC
if I ever were a banyan
I would have soared high
enough into the blue sky
higher than any proud eucalyptus
grounded stronger than any other root
heavier than one hundred elephants
I would have grown upward
not in meters, but a couple of miles
too outreaching and lofty for men
for that might have been one reason
for nobody to chop my trunk
for no bird to ever become homeless
for then, men would've sensed and feared
the grand weight of my life
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC
remind me again how wilting pain can prove to be
tell me things that my body had forgotten awhile
my simper has gone and so have my quips
there's just pain, a sea full of it, deep down
my armor a wreck and my senses diminished
i know the nobility is nothing more than wisp
i can look into the mirror and find surprise
the sincerest effort of a man is to just survive
(for Mae, our dear fellow poet. get well soon.)
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 2:50 AM UTC
i am an ocean
you don't know all
you can break the brine
you can see underworld piscine
you can reach to the corals
and collect few shells, pearls
you can pump out petrol
but you don't know all
i am an ocean
you know what you see
but that's not all of me
i am more than tide
i am more than water
i am deepest secret
i am fullest crater
i spin clouds far away
i talk to the sun night and day
i tell rivers to move on
i am every mountain's dungeons
i am the currents of wind in summer
and the cold waves by the autumn fall
i am an ocean
you don't know all
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC