If poems could fly
They would have travelled across the globe,
Stepped into the unknown territories
transporting our souls to the moon.
If poems could sing
They would have sounded like a bird,
Chirping around the heaven,
Creating godly melodies through the orchestra of nature.
If poems could dance
They would have moved the mountains
With all the artistry in the world
Shaking us to our cores.
If poems could act
They would have got into our skin,
Representing people from all walks of life,
Mirroring the faces of light and darkness.
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 8:19 AM UTC
As we grow old
We tend to lose gravity
We lose filthy distructions
and all the auxiliary desires.
We lose audacity & grudge
that we held for so long.
We feel much lighter
Like a flying feather of a seagull
Like a flowing fountain
Floating clouds
Splendid rainbows
Warming sunshine
And like a free soul.
As we grow old
And let things go
We feel like getting out of our cages
into the world of selflessness,
As we grow old
We only become young.
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 8:03 AM UTC
A mother mourns for her lost child,
She mourns for the attachments and the memories,
As she couldn't believe that part of her existence is no more,
And no mother ever gets over such unbearable agony;
Yet she moves on and finds love in another child,
Somebody else's child.
Going further very few mothers find love in the affection for a child,
That goes beyond the singular existence,
And how powerful is that!
She looks for love,
Not for the child,
She craves for the eternal feelings,
Not for the physical existence,
That's how She let go the 'child of the world',
that's how she survives the pain,
And that's how life moves on!
Struggle has been to stick to the process,
Process that supersedes the aspiration,
Power lies in the ability to do that,
Power lies in letting the person go and keeping the essence!
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
You wear the most beautiful smile,
Not to feel lighter,
No to amplify beauty,
This is to pretend,
And in the process you become the most famous actor,
And people admire your skill,
Only if they could unmask you
And saw your tears.
In life
And in death.
You keep moving like the stars,
Not for glory,
Not for fame,
This is to survive the agony,
In the process you achieve immortality,
And People think high of your magnificence;
Only if they knew what you had to go through,
In this world and hereafter !
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
The conventional life got indulged in griminess,
And poetry has lost the courage to go beyond the limit.
Yet time is flowing on the balcony,
The apparent three dimensional life lost its face in multiple existence,
And Multitude in marvel and Originality in Variety,
Ah! life , an endless dream,
Dream that has no boundary,
Other than infinity and endurance ~~
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
And I became part of the flow,
Flow of love, rainbow and water that keeps singing the song of eternity ...
And it was sheer agony that compeled me to jump into eternity,
Eternity that keeps flowing as the continuation of life...
And it was absolute madness that ignited creativity,
Creativity that makes life liveable despite brutal realism...
And the saga continues...
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
It is me
who defines the meaning of success,
It is me
Who lives life in the wildest imagination,
It is me
Who does not confront worldly discrimination,
It is me
Who cares a dam about mortal reality,
It is me
Whose soul gets liberated in the rain forest,
It is me
Who is always free and liberal deep inside!
It is me
Who has chosen madness with a purpose!
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
Whenever we meet,
the world seems to be too dull to talk about!
Whenever you look into my eyes,
I get shaken to the core!
Whenever you talk,
I feel like reading the book I have never gone thru.
Whenever you walk,
The memory lane opens up I am destined to walk down!
Whenever you smile,
I feel like stealing a kiss from your lips.
Ah poetry, my long lost sweetheart!
We will be in each other all along.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:18 AM UTC
Mere physical proximity does not excite me,
As end of the day it boils down to mortality.
I want them to live deep inside my gene endlessly…
Coming together,
Humming together,
Laughing together,
Making love together,
-being insane and absurd on the ugly face of realism!
Being alone- I feel liberated from all the filthy desires,
the darkness, pessimism and obscurity,
and the built-in thirst to be conventional and happy!
Wanting happiness intensely has been the mistake,
The more I let go the closer it comes,
End of the day I had to take refuge of the conspiracy theory,
As they say- everything is fair in war and love!!
The power lies in letting go,
Love, affection and all the belongings,
I need to let go to be able to possess and relish them forever!
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
I can sense them at dark hours,
They start flying in the air,
Coming together,
Getting glued,
Doing miracles,
Going out of the way to make this happen.
And it only happens
on the shore of wholesome solitude~~
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC