Ask me what I'm thinking

Mar 2018

Poetic T

Colonial buildings litter the sidewalk,
derelict and rundown. A past that
is fading into the bustle of the street.
Casts mingle, but prejudice lingers.

Tuk-tuks weave through out streets,
collecting tired feet that need a rest.
collecting lunch off street venders,
who greet with smiles, as aromas linger.

Street children, parentless masses sit
on the steps, hands wondering for rupee's.
The taxi doesn't stop, so they shower the path
with change, and they think of their baby at home.

As the old world fades, heritage still lingers.
but contradictions of what was and is contest.
Old ways grasp at the change, but our streets
will soon be a metropolis of fading faces.

"Is this a good thing? or are we moving to fast.

#india #street #heritage #change

Mar 2018

anu

A dried land !!

A dried land was there
My heart
Once a seed was planted
My childhood days
And it was watered
My college days
And now a plant was dead
My present days
Though the thunder was not there
A little drop of acids
Kills
And makes my heart
A dried land

Just a thought to pour out my feelings in a different way

Jan 2018

anu

Pleasing pains !

Is Pain becomes part of my life
Or my life becomes part of pain ?

Anyhow knows well that nothing changes
And hope these are not God's revenges !!

Just cried enough for myself
More than that what can I do for thyself ?

Once I thought I can't live anymore
But I think I can't live no more
Without the hope that I can't live anymore !!

My first positive touch in negative poem !! Thanks @ samiyanadha

Oct 2017

anu

If

If I have a magical powers
I will use to **** myself for first
I know how good I am
So I will not be brutal like God
Will sing a lullaby
And will made myself sleep forever

Self consoling is the process of self killing

Oct 2017

Poetic T

Your Own Strength

When you realize
that the only
                     strength
you need is your own.

You find that you can
pick yourself up
                             faster.

Rather than depending on
            others who walk
                              past your pain.

Sep 2017

grumpy thumb

Just being

She asked,
"What are you thinking?"
But I was just being
while
staring at the ceiling.

Wouldn't let it go
so an old thought was recycled
about life and an icicle
unsure of the season
and if it knew the ozone was bleeding.
Should it be busy worrying
or thinking,
or carry on simple enjoying
being freezing?

She shook her head, "Honestly, is that the best you got
for me?"
I shrugged and went back to my ceiling
happy and content in the presence of her being

Aug 2017

bex

To New Beginnings And ****** Rings

A moment cuffs you in the face
like Newton's overstated apple,
and the evening dissolves
into sharp, steady resolve...
You think about the extra drink you should have drunk,
the song you should have sung
and the man whose touch y so missed...

The Muse had disappeared.
**** Muse.

Every time you try to find news you want to *****,
not just a little, but expel the very core of emptiness out of you,
and you picked a fine time to stop swearing
because there is a man whose feel you have so **** missed...

The stars continue to twinkle across the Northern Sky,
oblivious to the bouncing of our big Blue Ball,
un-answering dreamful wishes;
though, there are other stars lying closer to your heart,
a fresh start and the barbells below...
And you realize
life is found in the letting go...

And the Muse reappears, smiles an aching, wondrous, Hello.

Jun 2017

S Smoothie

Far away

Far away eyes cast their gaze upon ever rearranging light pins
Fragile connections vibrate amongst a rare and delicate frequency
The atmosphere lightens and sprawls across a mindscape
and darkens just as quickly when the mood beckons
Hanging in the in the air of possibilities I miss your company
Your wise to my closed eyes
My warm heart to your raging calm
My serendipitous words across your concise beauty
I kiss you hello on the wind aiming for your right cheek
The side you let me ride shotgun
But as always
I visit the spaces you leave behind
Not sure if you even care about glancing at the pinholes of patterns I leave behind
I cry a crystallized tear
and put it in a box labeled dearest b.
Hugss always.

Miss you buddy

Jun 2017

S Smoothie

What I wish you would say

-----
Salt of the earth
my house on a rock
Plain t-shirt easy jeans.
Intense eyes, a complicated mind
and a simple heart.
Everyday arms hold me in decorated silence
reverberating unspoken themes
warm fingertips tend my weary bones.
Frowns wiped away with thumb tips and smiles
but what I wish most for,
is for you to say
what every ounce of easy love
stands for in each and every way.

To speak the unspoken power that lifts me up in everyday
with nothing but the simplest of things you do but wont say.

Tell me:
the stars don't circle the earth;
they circle you,
Wrap them selves around you
just to stay close
Twinkle in the sky just to capture themselves reflected in your eyes.
That the heavens crowd the sky for a glimpse of your smile
and
form endless glittering patterns
for your favour,
that the bravest stars
fall simply to rest as dust at your feet
and that I,
of all the the souls that travel endlessly through time
was chosen,
a simple form,
to be as a burnt offering
loved by you
therefore burn brighter that the brightest sun
The cause of the supernova in my heart
I keep cloaked in a veil of everyday nothings
so that no one else can ever discover
the purest highest nirvana
when your soul mingles with mine.

The way I wish i could tell you all the time x

Jun 2017

Pagan Paul

Grandfather Time

.
Tick

The Grandfather clock
draws in time
and holds its breath

Tock

A slow exhalation
paints the mind
with images of silence.

© Pagan Paul (June 2017)

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#poetry #time #silence #metaphor