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Abhijeeth Feb 2019
I will tell you about a dream,
I will paint a picture for you,
a house beside a beautiful stream,
add a couple of mountains too.
The first rays of the morning kiss me,
I watch the sun wake up to the green sea,
the birds are singing with the trees,
the clouds whisper, you are free.
Time stops and sits beside me,
get it, I have time on my side,
one more second, I lie,
been too long since I wasn't tired.
I close my eyes and open my ears,
I hear the sound of the wind,
the sound of the river flowing for years,
I finally found my peace of mind.
It's autumn so the leaves are falling
and swaying and dancing in the air,
it's the most beautiful morning,
a voice says your time is up I fear.
Before I knew it I was in the past,
time had got up and walked away,
an echo of the moment passed
nothing but a memory of the lost day.
And now I sit here reminiscing,
if only I could have,
all the things that I am missing.
Abhijeeth Feb 2019
Tell me how to make you happy,
all the things I try backfire sadly.
I can't seem to find the right word,
to be the ray of light in your dark world.

Thousands of texts not sent
and so many words unsaid.
How do we say the right things,
help our friends with what life brings.

Everyone has their own demons,
their own way to deal with problems,
but it's tough to look at our fellow humans,
wearing their tired smiles and lying eyes.

We are cursed to be social creatures,
yearning for support and nurture,
if only we could find the right words,
to make the most of this beautiful curse.
Sometimes it is tough to know what the right thing to say. This poem is a reflection of my inability to find words to help my friend who is going through some tough times.
Abhijeeth Feb 2019
**** I feel lonely,
everyone is a phoney.
Nobody understands me,
nobody can stand me.

All I see is fake smiles,
big words full of lies,
big world full of liars,
pretenders and deniers.

Go on, keep pretending,
like your life has meaning.
Go on, carry on with the fake praise,
pretending to care is the new craze.

When the going gets tough man,
the pretenders forget you, ****.
You are all alone in this world,
most bitter truth I have ever heard.

Maybe I am being a bit harsh,
maybe my words are a bit rash.
But **** I feel lonely,
I have no one who loves me.
Abhijeeth Feb 2019
Red was shy and serious,
had big dreams and ambitions.
Millions of thoughts occupied his head,
nothing but the best was enough for Red.

Yellow was a carefree joker,
had a big mouth, trash talker.
He was very good at faking confidence,
his biggest fear was losing all his friends.

Red and Yellow would fight all the time,
Red didn't like Yellow being content in life.
Afraid that he was jumping without a safety net,
Yellow said the challenges would destroy Red.

Red and Yellow are vastly different,
to each other they are still considerate.
Need them both as I walk through life, inch by inch,
Hello there, nice to meet you, I am Orange.
Abhijeeth Feb 2019
What do you fear?
What makes you shed a tear?
What is your worst nightmare?
What makes you care?

I fear being stuck in a place,
seconds turn into hours into days.
Before I know it I am one with the place,
giving into the routine of my days.

The mirror looking back with judging eyes.
Crusing through life while time flies,
what happened to the kid's dreams,
remember, we burnt it in the routine flames.

I am falling through the sky,
losing grip on my fantasy,
slipped through my hands, the clarity,
woke up back in reality.

I care because I fear,
the failure, will tear
me apart, the liar
says I am a believer.
The questions asked in the first paragraph are answered in subsequent paras with each para representing the answer to each question. The final paragraph answers the most important question of why do I care, why not just give in to the routine? I care because I fear failure(here the failure for me is leading a life full of routines instead of chasing my dreams) and I fear failure tearing me apart. While all this is happening I also have a liar inside of me who says he believes in me.
Abhijeeth Feb 2019
Picture this, at the base of a mountain,
looking up, in awe of the task at hand.
Do you give up and just sit there
or take the first step and conquer your fear.

Let me create a parallel here,
this mountain and the problem you fear.
Staring at it won't help you reach the pinnacle,
being still won't help you solve the obstacle.

Listen up, you are on a journey called existence,
a mountain stands in the path to your ambition.
I promise you all the ups and downs are worth it.
One step at a time, go conquer that summit.

Truth is, this life is a series of mountains,
take them on, one at a time and solve thousands.
You are stronger than your problems,
keep that chin up and go be awesome.
Abhijeeth Feb 2019
The boy said, her eyes were a sky full of stars,
oh he said, her smile stole a thousand hearts,
caught her eyes with mine, my heart stopped and looked too.
He really thought he had a chance, oh what a fool.

Created all these fantasies in your head,
**** son, you had lost your head.
Looking back, all the things you said and did,
makes me so embarrassed, it was so childish.

Wish I could go back in time and,
wish I stopped him hitting send.
Doesn't matter now, the past is set in stone,
you can't change it but you can atone.

Life is about growing and learning,
learning from mistakes and being discerning.
Boy, please don't repeat mistakes again,
grow up now, and learn to be a man.
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