shibesh-mehrotra
Indian
Hello, / / I've been actively writing poetry for a year and a half now, posting them on different blogging servicea. My intentions here are the same as they were anywhere else, to obtain constructive opinion on my pieces so I can grow as a poet and a writer. Looking forward to making this work, / / Love / Shibesh :)
Warmth is fleeting, so they say about cold goosebumps too
It will envelop you; lull you into a false sense of security
And the moment you close your eyes,
All you will have be left to hold, will be a hasty abandon
Your arms will reach out to hold on the last vestiges
Of your fortress, but all the tips of your fingers will taste will be
Dry, thin, humorless air; and you will open your eyes, a sigh
Will escape your lips as you look at the desert, left behind by your kingdom
Falling to your knees, you will lament
Your words, lost in translation, will be carried
By the wind, like a sand dune, to a place where you cannot reach
Because your legs will refuse to walk, to run
But as you prepare to accept your fate
And embrace the cold, winter air
You close your eyes like a child, in his mother’s care
You feel a blast of heat engulfing you,
And look up to see the sun…
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
Tentacles.
Thousands of them.
Gripping me.
Tightening around me.
Can’t breathe.
But I’m still alive.
No.
I’m not alive of my own will.
I’m being kept alive.
To suffer.
Like a modern day Prometheus.
Except that no Hercules will ever step forth.
To free me from these binds.
Maybe I will suffer like this, for eternity.
My lungs will struggle for air.
My tongue for water.
And my eyes, my hollowed out eyes.
Will forever try to pierce the darkness.
In the search of a glimmer of light.
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
I'm there just where air's supposed to be
That place where no one can see
Where my smiles and tears don't make a
Penny's worth of difference
To any one around me
I'm there just where noise is supposed to be
That place where no one can hear
Where my laughter and screams of pain
Are drowned in the deafening roar
I'm there, standing next to you
Unkempt and unheard
I'm there just where darkness is
Where no light of the world
Can brighten up my day
I'm there standing behind of you
Just out of sight
You sense me,
You know I'm there
But you'll choose to ignore me
For who wants to be seen
Talking to a man
Who has no present, future or history....
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC
When you're looking out the window
Of your bedroom at night
Looking into the stars
Into the boundless sea
Of lights you can't touch
Of colors you can't feel
You hold your hand out
You hope that you will reach
The expanse blue and white
Beyond the northern lights
Beyond what anyone has ever
Dared to be
You hope that you will someday
Catch a light in your hand
You will close your eyes
And hope against hope
That it doesn't flitter away
Like grains of sand
Like grains of sand
When you go to work in the morning
And it's autumn at its peak
Do you ever stop to pick up
A broken leaf?
I know it's dried and dead
Lying on a sea of red
But it was once a part
Of the sky
And then one day
When it saw you reaching out
It filled its heart with pain
It fell out to be a part of your life
It fell out because you had tried
Now it lies at your feet
Waiting for that one morning
When you will stop in your tracks
And bend down to recognise
The dream that you had once lost
When that fateful morning comes
All the leaves that you ignored
Will come to life once again
From the sea of red
A streak of green will emerge
People will thank you for ushering in spring
Until a few months pass
Till the novelty of it lasts
When winter will signal
It's time for you again
It's time for you again
To start reaching out to the expanse of blue
Above your head
It's just above your head.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
Shame befall a man
Whose eyes do no tear
Whose lips do not utter
A word of comfort
For his fellow brother
What use is such manliness?
What end does this bravado meet?
When at the end of the day
By swallowing his tears
He allows his life to be consumed by grief?
Away with manliness, then
That shallow, heartless monster
That one-eyed, judge of men
Who cannot look beyond the tears
To the heart that lies within
The heart that is brave
The heart that has the courage
To stand in his court and say
I will cry for I have been hurt
You may do unto me what you may!
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 4:57 PM UTC
To lose someone, you must first possess them
How do you lose someone who was not yours to keep in the first place?
And if you do, do you have any right to be upset about it?
Do you have any reason to lose all hope and faith
And act like a dead person even to those who are still there for you?
I don’t think you do
And neither do I
But then why
Why can’t I stop myself from feeling this way?
Why do I need them to save me from my sorry state?
After all, it’s not their fault that I turned out to be like this
*Who is to blame?
Who is to blame?*
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:35 PM UTC
Another tear rolled down her cheek
For he feared
That he would be left alone
Alone in her eyes
Where all of his friends had deserted him
And left him behind
He rolled down faster
And tried with all of its might
To reach to the soft fabric that covered her bed
Where he could see
The stain all of his friends had made
Maybe he still had a chance
To meet them all again
But what wasn’t to be, would never be
He was wiped out in a single swipe of her trembling hands
As she tried to calm herself, and leave her sorrow behind
She hadn’t talked to anyone in days
And the one person who cared
Had vanished without a trace
Unable to bear the solitude
She began to cry
She cried about her existence
Cried because no one was there
Cried because she missed his company
She cried out of sheer despair
She kept this on for a while,
Until her eyes had dried
Wiping her eyes, she looked at his picture
And waited for that final swipe
That would wipe her away
And her miserable life
Just like she had ended it for that one lonely tear…
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
There sits a midnight pauper with nothing much to eat
Along comes a young man; marching to his own, fine beat
The pauper raises his hand, tries to catch His attention
The young man ignores him, looking ahead (maybe into another dimension)
His eyes dreamy, His eyes glassy
Walks away from the pauper’s misery
Without so much as a thought
Drowned in his own personal reverie
The pauper keeps staring
His mouth open wide
His expression spelt amazement
His eyes terrified
For what he saw in the young man
Wasn’t as disturbing; as what he didn’t see,
Walking into the darkness,
Was just a pair of eyes, and a pair of feet.
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
Saw a documentary about the Chernobyl Nuclear Disaster today, and came up with this:
There's a person waiting for you to come back home
and sleep by her side
She waits for a future with you and her
and maybe an innocent child
You could play all day
and put him on your back
You could see the smile on his face
and spend the rest of your life like that
Do you really wanna give that away?
Do you really wanna give them away?
Or are you waiting for the world to say
Please don't **** me for you ego
I don't deserve to die right now
Remember the games you used to play as a kid?
The ones with Superman and the bad guys
You've grown up now and there's no Superman
I'm not so sure about the bad guys
Do you know how many kids are playing
that very game right now?
Do you know how many mothers are praying
for their safety right now?
Do you really wanna take that away?
Do you have any right of playing with their happiness this way?
Or are you waiting for the world to say
Please don't **** me for your ego
I don't deserve to die right now
I'm a man, I'm a common man
A faceless man, an innocent man
I'm walking on the street
Following my daily routine
Can you give me a reason
for killing me slowly?
For killing my parents, my wife, my kids
my friends and my family?
I know you can't
I know you can't
I know you can't
Coz you're the same as me
Please don't **** me for your ego
I don't deserve to die right now
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 1:40 PM UTC
I see something in your face
That no one else sees
There’s something in your eyes
No one would ever believe
You look up at the world
That looks down upon you
You want to be a part of something
That doesn’t want any part of you
Yet I see
The eternal hate that should have been
Doesn’t exist for
Another feeling that could have been
A beautiful life that would have been
If you hadn’t been burnt
I can see inside of you
What you really need
Isn’t the love or respect of the world
But something less demeaned
It’s acknowledgment that you crave
For all the sacrifices that you made
For all the hurt you had to brave
Just for being alive
It’s a different world that I see
From the one that you perceive
Yours is forever dark
But doesn’t miss the light
Yet I see
The eternal hate that should have been
Doesn’t exist for
Another feeling that could have been
A beautiful life that would have been
If you hadn’t been burnt
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC