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Jimmy Solanki Oct 2014
Two pieced
My bones are wilting away
****** inside the wonderland
Two pieced
My two souls are drifting away
Stuck inside a corner on the edge

Up and down is immaterial
Only thing real is then and now
Two pieced
My heart has been tormented
Pieces don't recognize
The wholes of themselves

Like shattered remains of children
From a warzone dismissed
Everything is broken
Two pieced is my name
This way I still remain
Depression lurks close.
Poetry is an escape.
Jimmy Solanki Sep 2014
Robbed
Of light and sanity
Recourse
Is dead and buried
The final frailty
The fallen saintly

Your breath is slow and sure
But time reels off on its own
Just another trip around the sun
Just another destiny set in stone

Robbed
From the event horizon
Flung
To the galaxies far
The final mercy
The fallen star
This is for my dear friend Swagat who passed away yesterday. And all others who mourn him.
He is gone forever. And this poem is for those who survive really. The dead are in a peaceful sleep. We here lament.
This is for remembrance. This is for my sorrow.
Mors certa, hora incerta
Jimmy Solanki Sep 2014
A stream flows
In a dark place
Sunlight flitting in
Making its own plays
Uncovering the face

The silence isn't deafening
Except it lacks hearts that are beating
Wishers and wishing wells
Womb of unbridled starts
Building of the building blocks

Aeons pass
And the stream never stops
For its dormancy
Was well worth the stop
Aeons will pass
And the stream won't cease
Like the falling leaves
Like the summer breeze
And the wintry trees

Though nothing stays forever
There exist eternities
All the times that have ever been
Are or someday will ever be
Turned into a soliloquy

A stream flows
In my soul
Revolutions cascading
Mocking all and making
Teaching and reminiscing
I wrote this because of a realization triggered by a friend's death.
Life is short. Life is tangled. Life is rough.
But it is also rewarding. It is linked to each other. It is worth living.

People die. But life shall live. And we shall be a part of it.
And that we cherish them, cherish each other, cherish this opportunity. No requirement for gratuity, but the realization that we won't live forever.
Jimmy Solanki Sep 2014
Sorry
I feel nothing else
Drowning in disasters
Complete release
I feel nothing else
Repeated blunders
And running into tree trunks
I feel nothing else
But regret

Slowly filling all existence
Like a slow implosion
Without the slightest resistance
I see life and death
Unworthy of reminiscence
Unworthy of acknowledgement

Sorry
I feel nothing else
Sinking under the weight
Anchored among wishes
I feel nothing else
Anymore
Jimmy Solanki Sep 2014
Close as can be
Her voice sears through my very existence
Shallows my grief
Taints my fury with glows of humor
Close as can be
Her breath shatters all my delusions
Swallows my fears
Shames my desires with her mighty gravity
My soul in this world
The final tether to my being
The final piece of my resistance
Jimmy Solanki Sep 2014
A soft touch of your lips
Caress my ears
Pouring life into my veins
My soul brought back as redemption
The world swirls around you and I
Dropping all concern or restraint

I feel all that I could feel
I feel all that I ever wanted
Your eyes hold me down to this earth
Your eyes make me fly
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