The shore is at sight
People around me all merry-n-bright
I see the shore - this journey's end
Yet the familiarity of the shore, I fear
For my solace now lies in the vast, vast sea.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
In the crowd, I feel alone.
The eyes looking at me -
They pierce through to my bone.
In them looks, I see their raw thoughts.
In the crowd, I feel alone.
The hands that reach for me -
No longer do I trust. For every time
I reached out, they were but a mere mirage.
In the crowd, I feel alone.
The words they say -
Their praises bounce off like raindrops on a gamp
Yet their criticisms - they stink me like a bee.
In the crowd, I feel alone.
Each time, a battle of them v/s Me-
I feel their weapons; I feel my adrenaline rush
Yet I am the only one on the battle field.
The battle rages on somewhere within me.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 10:05 PM UTC
They are ******* it- "Them", the lifeless forms
Right out of me - every sliver of contentment;
I feel it leaving me : soul departing a body
Leaving me- the shell of my being.
From my bedroom, I see the slice of life
Pretty blue skies, birds and evergreen trees.
I see my dusted friends by the bed
As "They" perfuse me with their darkness.
My four white walls bear silent witnesses,
But my angel- she stands guard patiently-
Patiently waits as I drown myself in the noises;
Hoping to drive away the dark with the loud raps.
But then "They" last only for so long;
As the goings get tough, I repeat that over-n-over --
Looking for the exit route. I just need to last
Until "They" tire out for today.
For then, that would be my win for the day.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
He knelt before the idol - willingly
Head down, eyes closed - he mutters
Call it the calm before the storm
He begs for his life then strolls off to claim another's.
Flickering candle- one of many, stands homage to his faith.
The smaller candle to the left
Testifies the faith of a quite young one
With a grin on her face - she lists her wish-of-the-day
She hopes for the test, her bestie and her come first
But if push comes to shoves, she adds: "It's always me first."
The smallest of all yet the dirtiest of them all-
Burns ever so slowly-hides the prayer of a mother
Fighting battles all on her own. She fights and she loses.
Her baby cries for milk; her body craves for the kick
She hopes for a miracle - some quick money for a fix.
There was one - the longest candle of all
I could only wonder the reason for this install.
Is it a gratitude token or a way for prayers to reach faster?
Or does the longest burning candle have its prayers fulfilled first?
Just then the wind blew;
The tallest one flickered and the rest followed through,
But all the candle lighters were on their way
Waiting for their own miracles - they went their way
Holding tightly to their faith,
Faith as small as a mustard seed.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 8:23 PM UTC
First War of 2010
There was something wrong
Of that I was sure all along.
Not cause I liked Wii more than dolls
Was something far deeper than those.
Three dates with him and no sparks flew
But a glance from her-Oh! I just knew.
Longings of the heart, the unfamiliar racings
Why to her when it should be for him?
Monster of guilt is stabbing the last of my peace.
Meeting her glance is tearing my soul by piece.
The mind knows better-the right from wrongs
Only the heart knows to whom it truly belongs.
The violent war wages between heart and mind,
Will the anguish of the way be worth the find?
But to be me, if this cross I should forever bear,
I still choose my heart over mind to care.
I choose ME until the end.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
- [ ] The world is such, my child
Built in the broken backs of you and I.
Propelled higher and made mightier
By weapons of power and fright.
The world is such my child
Unknown trails are condemned by mild
Free mind is lethal and a myth, for the grey
But they are robots- all mindless, I must say.
The journey would be hard, my child
The path is unknown and your heart is wild.
Let the robots try their luck
But you my brave child : make sure to give no ****
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
When the shell of my being
No longer contain my emotion,
I write
For the strength to drink
The bitter potion of life,
I write.
As the patrons scream
My well being to me.
I write.
In the quest for dreams
As fears descend like a thick fog,
I write
Even when these thoughts turn to ashes
And the poet lies frail in me,
I write.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
The world can't see her, she hides behind me
I take the lead but she is always around me.
The world can't see her, the science can't detect
Every second her in me, more-n-more reflect.
The world still can't see her, religion calls her names
She engulfs; leaving me to wail as she slowly maims.
The world can't see her, my family too
She still hangs by my neck, my sadness-her stew.
The world can't see her, nor can I
She lives through me while I barely stay alive
The world can't see her, only she can see
She has my life, my smiles, my fears and my tears.
They have pledged their allegiance to her
While I remain to be the shell, for the world to see.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
Some words got lost in transit
And some love along with it.
Side by side in the journey of life, we still sit
Cause that's how life family is, they know not quit.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
She stood beautifully outside the door
Dressed so prettily in red and green.
But he passed by her, once more
All wound up with no sheen.
Day 2-- with the sun shining brightly
She was happy and hoped he would be too.
Alas! he had struggles of his own with boo
While she leaned by the window, rather sadly too.
Days passed and so did weeks
Standing strong against nature's freaks.
But today was different, for the summer was ending
For things to be different, she looks up and seeks.
He had lost his girl, grades and more
All his feelings were open and sore.
Sad and tired, he stared out his window
And finally saw her, the belle in red.
He was happy, so was she...
An enchantress like her, never had he seen
For she was one of a kind; the Master had took his time
For she stood for eternal love: for the red tulip was She.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC