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vikram-sikki
vikram-sikki
Sleepy scribbler...romantic...twisty
To wake up and run Should be a real fun But NO , its not Feels like stifling by a knot Short of breath in my mind Even before the start of grind We sleep, that's fine But to rise is asinine The weight of my slumber When I drag encumbered Against all reasons Be what may the season My soul shouts " Treason" For my wilted rhythm Why why why My heart starts to cry I wake up for what And sleep to naught This universal cycle of routine Is a time tested guillotine My hunt is on for the reason Till then I ll punish self for the treason By waking after sleep And running daily and weep!!!
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May 6, 2022
May 6, 2022 at 10:42 PM UTC
To wake up and run
What’s opposite of a teacher I have thanked them all For what I am But wait master Ji What about the glass half empty No! No credits to thee For the ignorant, indignant, insolent -me For indecisive, irrational -me For teaching the logic of convenience Over the struggle and friction then enabling to veneer the meekness with vainglorious diction “Sit down” for “How?” “Shut up” for “ Why??” You didn’t even, ever let me Try! Branded the doubt as foolery and ensured that my mind be all but free Yes, all but Free!! Contouring my thoughts with that of someone else’s Delineating the world of abstracts into absolutes Befouling the beauty of randomness by the confines of routine So why Yes - Why I dare to ask On this day ‘ O Teacher’, you stand so tall All in all you’re just Another brick in the wall.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
What’s opposite of a teacher?
He is dead and close As he never shows Tantrums and huffs Like others all the time He never jumps and scare Does not annoy anymore Never turn up and never turn down Never offends, never complains Just silently lurks in memories And looks all happy Quietly stays in the past That will always last We never talked that much Now I wish I could But he ll never know That I wished so He will never be The friend he could be Will never know my secret tree My top ten and our best three But it's good that he didn't see How I cried and cried when he Ceased to be And gone like an escapee As if a song finishes abruptly Only never to be replayed Your mind tries hard to rewind But sorrow distorts memory all the time But wait Mine is dead Yours may still be here Some so dear, some not near Do whatever Talk, sing, cry,shoot, send Anything is better than That one dead friend.. Friends Nothing happens later You know better!!
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
That one dead friend.
Don't talk to me Ye vanity Cladding truth in urbanity Expressions left to emojis For Conversations we type Reassuring through selfies Relationships through swipes Get drenched in rain Get scorched in Sun Quiver once in a while in pain Drain out after a run Get in a fight in real Burst off of sorrow Then you ll know what matters It's today not tomorrow Let go Let go O please Let go The veneer of sophistication The hope of impression Smiling through frustration And short term-fad salvation And if not Never blame it on generation For We took the turns and We paved the path We are here for what we chose And we only ll be wondering at last we always had a choice Always...
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
Let's face it
Eid That's what we need Now More than ever To show That we are together Enough of "holier than thou" And clamour over the cow We couldn't have fought Had we put a thought That all our customs and faith Are to gather and celebrate And embrace all So More than ever it's now Necessary to take a vow That together we grow And let them know Who toss us into fire Of instigated ire We all had a choice And we all have a choice This time Let's savor the kheer And a hug a little tighter Let the crescent moon glow On us all a little brighter Eid Mubarak Let's be better.
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
This Eid
Come see it Just see Don't think , don't blink Let it be And please No. no... no... no Stop trying to acknowledge With adjectives learned from college Not everything seen Has to mean This place, this moment You 've never been Nor can you be So just see Come see it You lucky one For not all can But only some see it. Come See it
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May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
Come see it
Love is when you understand that she doesn't understand everything you assume she understands. But love fails when you feel that she won't understand and decide not to make her understand because she for sure understands that and choose to overlook it as a misunderstanding. I hope you understand!!
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
Understanding...
When we don't do what we want to; See how we do What we have to ; So should we do What we have to? Like we can do What we want to ; Or just do And get over with it And wait To do that same rut Or fight within And end up Doing none of what You should have done And Cry aloud For sooner or later You ll have to do What you had to But not what you want to O god What to do? We often do A lot of things To undo Things we did That's so messed up Right? Do it to undo that And sometimes undo all that -You did to undo that -you did earlier Sounds a horrible vicious cycle Ain't it But trust me it's worse When you do it And even more terrifying When you know You did it So what I ll do Is something new And not think about it Will do and just do. God Will that do?
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
To do or not to do?
Should you know everything from start to end Would you change a thing? I would rather not. Not even Choose to know That where to reach So there to go Whom to meet Whether say yes or no I just don't even wish to know That where to search And what to find That what will hurt And who ll be kind Isn't that what we do build that wall Of certainity Wall of our dreams Of that promised secured  future Organising everything random Offered by the universe So that Not even for a moment we go off track Into the unknown So that none ventures in and surprise you Changing things so that We don't have to change it later And then what Lay staring Nothing but those walls Your walls Made of those work-hours Decisions, regrets , memories Walls so high and strong Now you can't see beyond em Let alone walk past it I won't mind losing For my mistakes The pain, the chill, the burn Heartbreaks under scorching sun Let me be swept by cold winds of doubts Drenched in the rain from clouds of fear Not under the safe concrete of wealth Unseasoned and a mortal mere I would rather choose To be lost As I am As are most And won't even try to find my way No quest to solve Nothing to resolve Just you and me Walking all the roads Stopping where we feel And staring at the sky Counting stars as if we can Everyday afresh and start anew You with me and I with you And You love me and I love you
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
Would you change a thing?
I read it on a wall "Live more" Okay!!! I exhaled and walked past Same old **** right? What does that even mean We just live Breathe and eat and walk and talk And do it again And again For what ? Working our way towards The ultimate end Where all our numbers- Money, age, calories, friends Zero, seven, million, on and on Will remain same but not. So just before the last breath I draw I don't wanna say I lived, Just lived. But rather I won't wait to die And live on till that last goodbye I ll be shaking hands And hugging friends Eating muffins Listening bands And fall flat there if I have to go But no , not on the bed Waiting like a convict on row Keep doing things You would have wanted To be done Before you are done Say things aloud And write your mind Sing her that song Play odds and blind Who cares if right or wrong Come out of you The you of now, Open your door Do life a favour And live it more. Live it more!!
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
Live more