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Abhijeeth Jun 2019
Today was a good day
Someday I will say
I have want for nothing anymore
At present I am exhausted for sure
I wonder how my journey will end
Failure has become my oldest friend
Walking with it has taught me compassion
Worries have become my constant companion
Realising it will never be real in my fiction
Spending the days chasing my ambition
Be careful not to get lost in that mess
Everyone has their own darkness
Most people are kind but
Someone once told me that
All I am now is a blunt knife
I must have a purpose in this life
That's a lie that keeps me up at night
I am content now, everything is all right
For this poem's meaning to be clear
Read from the bottom, start here
Abhijeeth May 2019
My heart is screaming in disbelief,
there has to be some mistake,
this is denial, the first stage of grief.
This is what starts my heartache.

I cursed the world and called it a thief,
it took my dream and swallowed it.
This is anger, the second stage of grief.
This is when i became a hypocrite.

And then came the question of what if,
maybe i can still have a part of that dream.
This is bargaining, the third stage of grief.
This is what stops the heart's scream.

Then the eyes got heavy and the legs got stiff,
nothing nothing, i want to be nothing.
This is depression, the fourth stage of grief.
This is when my soul forgot to sing.

There are no magic words that will bring relief,
it is what it is, i am gonna go get some ice cream.
This is acceptance, the last stage of grief.
Now i begin again in search of my next dream.
Abhijeeth May 2019
Nothing compares to wasted potential,
I dreamt I would fly and then I fell.
All the day dreams vanished in reality,
darkness sleeps on the path to clarity.

I couldn't find the map to my treasure,
I remember the day when I was so sure
that I will finally find my purpose,
now all I have is sadness in surplus.
On the shore I watched that ship sail,
I drowned my dreams in its trail.

Nothing compares to wasted potential,
the fear of being inconsequential
drove me to chase a wild dream,
got blinded by hope's high beam,
now I am back on square one,
I can't focus, I just want to run.

I will never forget those rejections,
I forgot sleep without self reflection.
I held my breath for so long,
only for everything to go wrong.
This has been a long and cruel summer
but calling it unfair would be a misnomer.

Nothing compares to wasted potential,
inspires in you a dread that's existential.
The voices inside me scream,
who am I? What is my dream?
Abhijeeth Apr 2019
I am supposed to be happy,
but I am green with envy,
as green as the grass on the other side,
these thoughts are rotting on the inside.
Envy is an unwanted companion,
she fools me with compassion.
I have tried so hard to be content
and yet everyday I am in torment,
I see people walk through the doors
that closed for me while I lay on the floor.
Everytime I thought I found the key,
I was told it didn't belong to me.
Scared to look at my reflection,
while stuck in a cage of rejection.
I am looking for someone to blame,
tell me who is the source of this pain,
who put me here, why am I not free,
I shudder and realise,it was.. it was me.
Abhijeeth Apr 2019
The sun went down,
blue clouds were gone,
the sky turned black,
lit up by a distant rock.
Stars as far as the eye can see,
I gifted one to each of my worries,
before long it was a starless sky,
but my worries continued to multiply.
I looked up at my friend in solitude,
the moon was laughing at me, so rude.

"So you are laughing at my expense?"
'I am laughing at the ridiculousness,
you had such a beautiful scenery,
sold it all to think about your worry,
now you sit here losing your present,
lost in your made up moments.
If only you could realise,
worries are a mind's cruel lies,
the worst things rarely come true,
yet they rule your mind fool.'

Maybe this stupid moon has a point,
I'll forget about my worries just for tonight,
One by one my worries fly,
the stars are back in the sky.
The moon had a smile bigger than before,
one day I will hear a knock at my door,
but whatever may happen does not matter,
as long as I have my company and laughter.
Abhijeeth Apr 2019
It's a never ending summer
Every year is getting warmer
Stuck in an oven
A/C on twenty four seven
Nobody seems too worried though
busy dealing with life you know
Never ending summer
It's the new normal
Air around us filled with dust and smoke
Majestic whales filled with plastic
Nobody sheds a tear
Why would you care
For you it's only a slight discomfort
it's not an immediate threat
Why should I care about the oceans
Why should I care about the animals
They mean nothing to me and my life
This world is mine and mine only right
I am not gonna waste my time
thinking about humanity's crime
And besides what could I do to help
I am just a simple man busy with his life
I am not gonna reduce plastic in my life
I am not gonna raise my voice
Let these animals suffer
I got AC in my ivory tower
So let's burn our resources
Use plastic to fill our stomachs
And when it gets warmer next year
Don't worry
It will just be the new normal.
Abhijeeth Apr 2019
Lost in the middle of nowhere,
nothing but water everywhere.
How many hours has it been?
or days? since I was last seen.
How long have I been swimming,
my arms and legs are hurting.
I am starting to hear a voice in my head,
look at what he said while the sky turned red.
For how long can you swim against the tide,
let it go, you can't win every fight,
the sun is going down,
let these waves drown, your frown.
And for a while I listen and let go,
couldn't feel that pain anymore.
Oh voice, I can't feel anything friend,
will I see only blue in the end.
Not yet, my legs start kicking,
Up and up my fire starts burning.
The sun may have set on today,
but I will keep swimming for another day.
I realise I am only lost if i stop,
it's gonna be hard without a map,
stick to one direction and keep going,
I will reach the promise land, I will stop drowning.
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