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Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
i walk down the road
each morning in the hope

to see you just once more

the dew is still so fresh
tender with dawn's caress

touching it to the core

the sun is yet so red
as it used to be those days

as we walked over sea shore

come back, where ever you are
take back the singeing scars

return the heart that i have no more

what game this life is
why can't you change the rules
no body is so perfect
try walking in my shoes

baby, i cannot forget
i cannot let it go
memories had no inkling
all love you would just forgo

no day is ever replete
without you I feel not complete

take back, all that, which is yours.
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
He had a rugged face
that held forth
an insolent attitude.

He cursed under each breath,
and denied life its reverence,
on more than one occasion.

So, when he cried,
no body cared,
no body even looked enough.

For if they had,
they could see
his wounded heart

That was struck
by a bullet
and was bleeding him to death.

Because, he just had rescued
a young girl
from the local brothel.

Stains on his cloth,
were green and brown,
for he had helped her run
through the entire forest.

His name was unknown,
but even though
he was a stranger,
he resembled the brave,
represented the noblest,
the gone and the present,
who belonged to everyone.
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
my hundred years,
its one moment,
no pondering its life has,
unlike mine, which broods,
over yesterdays, tomorrows, todays.
Lucky is the bloom
that has no gloom, no doom.
hereth it comes, hereth it goes,
Parting and Dying, life it sows.
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
I am no desire
I am no wish
but courage

do not muddle me
with mind's tricks
or petty strife

i am no slave
but a king
the ever-giving breed

bring to me
no pity
i am brave

come to me
with your smiles
with your tears

both are my treasures
the very emblem
of true strength

not all can laugh
not all can cry
don't you know?

i can just ever be there
silently, as if i was
never ever there

but i do beat,
pause and beat
nothing else does so

but i do, to remind you
of the unfailing promise
of a heartbeat to you

do not dwell
in your mind's cave
but in your heart's nest

it is fragile
but it is whence
love originates

the nest of your heart
that is made up
of frail feelings

meek memories
effervescent emotions
and elements of life

it is me,
your tender heart, whence
the brave you came
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
The last romance
Of the green leaf
Keeps it pecked
To the stem
for some last moments
In all waking memories
Of the long love
That the lost time
Once brought.

The last song
Of the green leaf
In half-raised emotion
Makes the plant half-cry
When it can just half-hug
Its near-gone resuscitator,
Though with twice the emotion
And a promise to live on
Without any grief.
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
hear my silence
bring up
some words upstairs
i shall be waiting
there each night

seedlings these grow
the words
they are vines
holding on
to me and you
as do our dreams
they too ascend
into the blue sky
the moon won't
tell a thing
it is too lulled
into melodies
of words etched
over the dark pillars
and my mind is on you
and my emotions
oh, don't you remember
last time you took 'em
with you
saying you needed 'em
to weave your pearls of memoirs

hence, i'd be waiting
for your string of words,
upstairs, in silence indeed!
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
sanity needs
a yardstick for our minds,
it is time
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
same thing
is time-divided
in itself
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
forgive a man
for he has nothing left;
he gave to you his all,
his heart and his soul.
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
all the world's yours
sea was just the beginning
come sooner than later
i would be waiting by the ending
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
i can see
your soft footprints
in and around
the green, the yellow woods
and that blue turquoise
offering you a ride
fluttering his wings
the white, black, green birds
holding stars in their beaks
in clouds you can walk;
it makes me envious

so ingenuous you are
as ye know not,
a Pandora box
is just an allegory
for your own
fulgent eyes
for through string of hopes
and wave of dreams,
for upon cloud floors
and blinking realms,
when you take your walk,
the earth's dear lady,
the whole universe
wants to keek and see
the sparkling wonder
that originates upon your eyes,
such is the moment of
ecstasy that, let alone us,
even all non-human forms
realize from you,
and your concomitant smile,
what true joy looks like
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
i am a program
i am meant to act when asked
i am meant to be efficient
i am made to deliver
all that I can.

just a program
fated to suffer
fated to be silent
under goodness' disguise.
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
Irish dreams in blue eyed sleep,
Won’t last longer.
Purple wishes inside grayed walls,
Won’t live forever.

Your bohemian thoughts flare up;
Light this place with moonsome fling,
How do I survive
The sting of fate?

The more you glow,
The more you make me burn.
All the more your silence stays,
It twice becomes my clamour.

I understand
You’re killing me,
Playing god over my mortality,
But that’s just fine,
I never loved life either,
Until you showed me
How beautiful it is.

Alaskan chill within my heart’s alleys,
Won’t get any warmer
Until you deliver
One sharp blow to my soul.

I would be waiting
To get over,
Whatever I sought,
Whatever you taught.
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
remind me again how wilting pain can prove to be
tell me things that my body had forgotten awhile
my simper has gone and so have my quips
there's just pain, a sea full of it, deep down
my armor a wreck and my senses diminished
i know the nobility is nothing more than wisp
i can look into the mirror and find surprise
the sincerest effort of a man is to just survive

(for Mae, our dear fellow poet. get well soon.)
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
i am falling like a dream unharbored
my head is spinning with pain
all that i did for you all the time
did all that go just in vain?

sorry i feel for myself, at last
for the beliefs i clung to so far
now like a boat taking final plunge
i drown, upside down and afar
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
ah! i see fear
oh my dear!
nobody ever rose
whomsoever it chose

if you be free
you'd surely be fragile
for the underground
is the only safe haven

but, you know
there is no life
inside the walls
nor beneath ground

even the earth has to breathe
and so it does by coming to bloom
in the open sky, under the hot sun
through so many rooted gills

opening itself up
makes it vulnerable
and grasses do dry
trees do cry

but does it ever
stop the breather
from gathering her seeds again
and peek out again

and you see,
what the sky to it did?
it showered rain
to quench its pain!
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
i was a great will
and a brave heart
i was a real hero
and a rejoicing hart
i was a noble soul
and a belief strong
i was a lively mind
and a love song

until i saw the malice
that was in their sighs
until i saw the hatred
that was in their eyes
until they despised
for all that i was
and grew jealous of me
with loathsome laughs

who I am
i don't now know
my original faith
or their empty sorrow
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
One day someone asked me a question,
'why not just have fun and live happily?'
I said, 'because that would be selfish.'
He replied, 'everyone is selfish.'
I sighed.

That night, I slept as I always have
In the morning, the sun came out
looked around with a docile stance
he carried in him ember and fire
for some reason

The world was cold and thawed
the chill swept the earth all night
no body sang, no body spoke
no body was awake against the frost
the sun saw it all

Millions of bodies, even rocks and trees
Suckled on its warmth like its babies,
slowly opening their eyes to the morning,
coming awake as the heat kicked out
the numbness of night

The sun burnt its heart to produce
more and more fire for the world,
for many more tomorrows that he had
to tend to, for all that was sought by all
was his ardor

Sometimes, when the sun's heart ails
with its own searing burns and blues,
the blue ocean sends across to it, its coolest
wave, from the deepest corners of its heart,
borne on a zephyr

But oh, the burning world, under the fervency
of its own desires, seizes with excuses each
little effort the ocean puts forth, no consolation
ever reaches the sun, for those who it lives for,
need ever more

Each wind that passes by is never enough
for a world that is more esurient than destitute
all steal from the sun more than they need
all rob the breeze of its soothing touch
and the world lives on
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
no body looks beyond
the girth of contentment,
where life hides its emotions

where an always closed door
and an always open window
keep awaiting a true heart
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
dad never scolded the butterfly
which wandered all around all time
he never complained to the birds
why they chirped about, strolled high
he never flanked these guys as he did to me,

i wish, instead of books to study,
i had those wings to flee!
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
unspoken,
unfound,
unknown
i
remain,
my
true
worth
is
in
your
search
of
yourself.
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
By
degrees
we
differ
they
say,
but
I
have
also
heard
360
is
Circle.
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
Under the smiling trenches,
And laughing burrows,
When the sun is no more seen,
All are same, you and me.
Aditya Bhaskara Oct 2012
i had no choice
no voice enchanted me
as much your silence did
Aditya Bhaskara Sep 2012
COME, stand in utter rain
with utter joy
what looks wet is not you
nor the world
but a haiku

Come to spring fields
wrap yourself with the glistering glee
what starts a lulling glow within
is not your senses
but a haiku

Ride on the coolest wave in summer
traverse over the hottest stretches
what soothes the tropical world
is not a breezy saunter
but a haiku

Hang in mid-air like haze and trickle in awe
some things would thaw, some things would snow
what dances with the sun rays under the sky blue
is not the warmth of nature
but a haiku

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