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 Nov 2014 Raj Arumugam
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Of death
aren't you?

Sick of hearing about it
talking about it
seeing it,
family members
strangers
friends
aunts
uncles
parents
next of kin
all I feel is dread when the phone rings.

Pablo may have been weary
of chickens
but
I've had enough
death
to last a lifetime.

Every night on
the daily news
the death report
reminds me
every time you turn around
there's another tragic story
you're going to hear.

I'm sick to death
of death
in the movies
on
t.v.

You know what I mean.

You know what?
I'm sick of this poem
I'm sick of thinking about death.

It's 8:06
I
declare it officially
dead.

The poem, I mean.
Reposted this after taking it
off,  don't want to hurt anyone going through a loss, that's a whole different deal.
The moon
that cursed
me
and said

"Why don't you
care me
at all

What you see in
her

That I don't have
in me"...


I replied

"*It's my *heart
which she caught
and which I see
every time"...
Some affections are
beyond
any wonderful
creations
Deep in  the Ocean of Time
Right into the layers of space
Dwelling through infinite dimensions
There existed an atom

It searched for a friend
Found one to its taste
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed

It has no name
But there was no worry
For name is but an identification

But see there's some more atoms
And they too did the same
A little bit of sacrifice
For love needs it
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed
They started dancing

Growing in complexity.
Living things, masses of atoms for they were
Dancing a pattern ever more intricate
DNA and protein
Cells and tissues
Life came
At long last man came

He was the observer
Who measures the universe
Out of the cradle
Onto the dry land
Here it is standing
Atoms with consciousness
Matter with curiosity
Stands in the ocean of time
Wondering
Aye
I, a universe of atoms?
Or an atom in the universe?
To Richard Feynman (again)

Posted long back.

I think this is my best poem (proper) till date. Most of the times I manipulate ideas to twist them into poems (almost all of them very short). But rare few times they flow into a verse of quality. This, I think, is one such, excluding haikus.

Want to see how friends here receive it. Of course few of them might have read it.
You cannot define silence as something that lacks sound.....
Let the lack of my own voice be heard.....
the second line is inspired by the movie "waking life"


by definition defining something per se is a  constrain....but the existence is boundless,why would someone try to add boundary to it?perhaps only to learn at the verge of unconsciousness,which is the brink of consciousness that utters one cannot define everything and no-thing....
 Nov 2014 Raj Arumugam
A
Five feet down
In this journey of six
How can you smile through the pain
When you're drowning in it
 Nov 2014 Raj Arumugam
Born
21
 Nov 2014 Raj Arumugam
Born
21
Time is life

don't waste yours
 Nov 2014 Raj Arumugam
Born
You shot me in the dark
I fell into pieces
My tears turned into rage
You chewed me up
and spat me out


In the depths of my despair
I rose again
My heart
I felt  the light inside my heart

They wanna push you
They wanna see you fall down
So many ****** went down the wrong road
you can too
who's going to catch you if you fall down?

Life is a gamble
I hit my joint and roll the dice
That **** you trynna do, I done it twice

When it seems your faith is broken
Don't lose hope

*Sometimes life likes to blow the cold wind
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