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 Nov 2017 Gourav R Dwivedi
Majid
During my ambitious journey
I've never felt any place I lived in
But the past I lived in

The smells I have smelt
Crawling down the sense
I have missed to sense

The touch of the beauty
Defined by an angel rather-
Than me, the selfish thing

The laughs confused with cries
Oh! What I got myself into-
But smiles upon sad skins

Melancholy melodies swaying over-
Soft lullabies stream in slow motion
Like a waterfall down her lips

Grumpy kids walking innocently
Smiley parents rushing guiltlessly
My pale face feels nothing, endlessly

I get up on my knees slowly
That’s the highest I could get
Then sunk back to the future
The one I have always left
 Nov 2017 Gourav R Dwivedi
croob
I am king
of Wal-mart,

sitting high
in throne of $70 wicker chair.

“ this is
my kingdom. “

the toy aisle
thinks me a tyrant,

the way I bend
and break its barbies.

“ son,
we have to get going, “

dad says,
so I exile him,

plastic sword pointed
to his back.

“ no more
of your shouting! “

I live here now,
ruler of spoiling dairy.
childhood
You have already lamented enough,
Now its time to show your mettle.
You have already had enough,
Now these things have to settle.

As this time is the most salient one,
Give your best for once and for all
Then you'll have to fear none,
And there will be no restriction wall.

Its time for you to be obdurate
With your studies and learnings.
Or you yourself will obliterate
Your future and will go through many sufferings.

To avert it , just give your best
No matter how hard the things may be.
Strive hard , there is no time to rest
As to all the locks , hard work is the only key.

You must know that hard work is done in silence,
So just work diligently and avoid every mess.
Let every one feel your absence,
So be dauntless and clinch the apogee of your success.

                                                      -Keshav Atal
It's life and not the Western Front
you don't get the sheriffs star
or go with Beau Geste on
a terrorist hunt

Daktari?
who mentioned that throwback
from the outback
way back
long ago?

If you wanted fireworks
you've got them

I've got a hyperactive thyroid
******* annoyed about it
but
****
it's small potatoes when compared to
this atom bomb we're siting on

Is it all quiet?

inyer
dreams.
What doe dared dart
from the dark heart
of those grievously green
bushes we have seen,
jumping quickly
with an urgent need
to escape those strangers
who might impede
this deer’s dear
but queer traveling.

I had barely time
to see its brown coat
or the white spots
that rode up
to its beautiful throat
as an arrow pierced
it’s perfectly pristine pelt.

Blood bubbled bulging from
its big neck
as the doe tried to escape
into the night.
Now, I try to
only recall
the beautiful parts
of this sight,
but the deer slipped
on the wet grass
tripped and fell to fast
as it gasped for its last
obstructed breath.

Until, sweet venison
met its death
and though I feel bad
the meat was
the best I ever had.
Two cradle
The two loves
In my life,
Bracing myself for implosion
Admitting that my heart
Is a selfish one,
A greedy one,
A fornicating feverish

One.

Unbridled in affection
She left and I left
We left one another
I see her cross memories
Memories good and bad and
Worse
We are friends and not friends
We are no longer lovers
We were nothing and everything
To each other then and

Now.

At least I kept my heart, well,
At least part of it.
I suppose I'm glad I left some with her.
She can have it, even if she doesn't want it.
She can have it, even if she doesn't think she has it.
She has it.
She does.
I know she does for I feel the

Void.

Shifting perspectives
Swearing allegiance to the winds
Making believe
Once again.
The mirror has rusted over
All I see are smears of the past and the future.
I want to question everything
But everything
Never gives me an exact

Answer.

A rock is rock the same as
A lover is a lover that was a lover
That could be another lover
At a later date.

I'm not hopeful
I'm not supposed to be.

Somebody, maybe a friend,
Told me

That.
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