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Aug 20 · 43
photosynthesis
oceanic feeling echoing throughout my house
while tripping over my plaid pajama pants
and the soles of my feet rejuvenated by the hot concrete
ranveer joshua Sep 2020
i don't ask for immortality,
i ask for eternal youth.
but that's not possible
so i just need to live.
oh my this is so cringey and full of cliches but i dont know im just terrified of not being on this earth.
ranveer joshua Jun 2020
all of my emotions, all of them – heartbreak, ecstasy, grief, love – just punched me in the gut. and now i am nauseous. nauseous over reading a book, but in a good way, as weird as that may sound.
–––
reading about love is a hard thing to do when you've not experienced it yet. but i'm holding on to optimism; hoping that i don't have a boring rom com sorta love, but one that makes me want to rip my hair out one day, then bask in its splendor the next. gosh i just want it to be real. maybe that's why i feel this way.
because it's real.
normal people by sally rooney | i am in awe
Jun 2020 · 419
05:38 – 21:05 | june 23
ranveer joshua Jun 2020
after this day he starts to disappear again
where minute by minute
day by day
he goes
back into his spot in the sky
where he lets me bask in his warmth

but he's greedy
not letting me fully encapsulate
the joy and delight he provides
by taking away a minute of his light
each day

hopefully he doesn't hide behind the clouds
on june 23
otherwise this poem is a waste
if one were to even call this a poem
i get sad thinking about how the sun won't fully get to enjoy the summer season with me.
ranveer joshua Jun 2020
my ego stops me from acknowledging that good music exists outside of indie/rock.
i try too hard to be different
when in reality i'm jammin' out to american top 40
May 2020 · 116
the scent of rain
ranveer joshua May 2020
damp concrete sidewalks
dewy grass
dim streetlights
dark nights
it's oddly comforting
14:17
May 2020 · 122
the finer things in life
ranveer joshua May 2020
they aren't dinners at the ritz
or diamonds on a timepiece

they are those evenings where one sits
and admires the beauty that is to live
where the damp summer breeze
caresses the skin
and ruffles the hair
where the birds vocalize the harmonies of the forest
where the waves tell the stories of the sea
where the lightning puts on a show for us all

the finer things of life.
20:54
May 2020 · 283
sober II
ranveer joshua May 2020
it's as if our eyes hear the wail of each other's hearts.

but i can't talk to you when you're drunk.

because you're irrational and angry,
and i'm argumentative and stubborn.
ranveer joshua May 2020
sometimes the moon is all i have.
for it listens in times of frustration
it listens in times of misery
it listens in times of sorrow
and it listens in times of grief
but i guess that is what i need most
the fact that i just want to be heard.

yet when the sun dawns upon us
it comes with an eventual relief.
Apr 2020 · 144
00:16
ranveer joshua Apr 2020
i'll love you till you call the cops on me.
-lorde, writer in the dark
ranveer joshua Apr 2020
one sip turns into two drinks
two drinks too many
words start spilling out of your mouth
words of hatred
words of insecurity
words of humiliation
words of mockery
if only that drink had spilled instead.
Feb 2020 · 129
night flight; dark plane
ranveer joshua Feb 2020
dear person twenty thousand feet below me,
i’m sorry i couldn’t be your shooting star tonight.
i’m sorry i couldn’t fulfill your wish to
leave;
your wish to wander.
but i’m hoping that you know,
i’m listening.
and i could feel your presence;
i could feel your urge
to be on the same flight as me
so that at least you could be somewhere
other than the four walls that entrap you.

it seems like we’re the only ones awake right now
while your bedroom lamp glimmers twenty thousand feet below me
and while i look out of the plane’s window, looking at your lamp glimmering twenty thousand feet above you.

but don’t worry,
i’ll be here, listening.
23:47
Feb 2020 · 148
Kodak 50d film on Super 8
ranveer joshua Feb 2020
my adolescence was meant to be viewed through
orange tones and heavily grained film
Feb 2020 · 113
20:58
ranveer joshua Feb 2020
man, i just want to cry
but i can't
because i'd let myself down.
Feb 2020 · 245
but the love must remain;
ranveer joshua Feb 2020
don’t
         take
                 it    
                    away
                             from
                                     me
                                          from                ­                          
                                      ­            us
                                                     don’t                                                
                                                              ta­ke
                                                                ­    the                                                  
       ­                              love
that                                              
       we
            both                                
                   desire
                              and
                        ­             cherish.
the
                                      love
                     ­                          that
                                                      we
       ­           l
                      o
                         n
                            g  
f
o
  r
Feb 2020 · 312
23:49
ranveer joshua Feb 2020
for my birthday,
all i ask of you
is to give up
* * * * * * * *
thanks
sorry i know that this isn't a poem but i had to let it out.
Jan 2020 · 134
tu me manques
ranveer joshua Jan 2020
my love for you has no limits
boundless like the ocean
of which its rivers of adoration
flow through me
like electricity
Dec 2019 · 115
life is pain... au chocolat
ranveer joshua Dec 2019
the sweetness of life
lies beneath the hard crust of the heart,
and stale mind.
only then, will you find
the sugar running through your veins.
ranveer joshua Dec 2019
you were the reverie
that i slipped into
until reality awakened me
from my muse
sunday 11:05
Dec 2019 · 144
maybe one day
ranveer joshua Dec 2019
we can sit on the bonnet of the car
wearing our muddy converse
blasting indie rock through the radio
on a pleasant summer evening
watching the willow tree hanging upon the streams of water
while you dig for the last french fry from the paper bag
and while i gaze at your sheer beauty

but for now it's a figment of my imagination
hoping maybe
you dream of this
too
haha teenage fantasies
Dec 2019 · 349
strokes of water colour
ranveer joshua Dec 2019
you were the colour
in my monochromatic painting,
of life.
18:50
Dec 2019 · 283
15:59
ranveer joshua Dec 2019
life is forever when i'm with you.
but unfortunately,
so is death
when you're not here.
Dec 2019 · 315
the reader’s confession
ranveer joshua Dec 2019
i creased the cover of my book today,
my heart shattered at the sight.
ranveer joshua Dec 2019
if only you weren’t tone deaf,
i would’ve been the music to your life.
i could be a gentle harmony like a piano,
yet a surprise, an adventure, like forte.
ranveer joshua Dec 2019
“Dear Uncle David, I want to thank you again, and Wallis, for having me at your home in the Bois de Boulogne. It’s a rare thing that fate should allow a former king and a king-in-waiting to meet. To tell the truth, it opened my eyes to a few things. To the nature of kingship… the nature of love… and all the difficulties that go both… I’m sure you know the family would have preferred me not to visit you. Afraid, perhaps, I might recognize myself in you, sympathize with you. Well, let me confess that I do recognize myself in you. Your progressiveness and flair. Your individuality and imagination. What a king you would have made in a kinder world. What a king we were denied. It makes me so sad to see you living in exile, when all you did was take a stand for principle, and love one woman completely. You were cruelly denied your right to reign alongside the woman that you wanted by your side. But I give you my word I will not be denied what you have been denied.  The Crown is not a static thing resting on one head. It is moving. Alive. Divine. The changing face of changing times. And if, God willing, it has been ordained that I should wear it… then I shall do so on my own terms… and hopefully, make you proud.” - Prince Charles
The Crown - S3 E8
ranveer joshua Dec 2019
gazing into the night sky idly,
the waves crashing onto the boulders allure me.
the stars resembled your beauty;
the ripples of the water being the very picture of your beachy hair.
. . .
you're an adventure i'm waiting to have
ranveer joshua Nov 2019
i hunger for the zest of life – life at its fullest
i thirst for liberty – spreading my wings
i want to lose myself to this impulsive world of opportunity;
feeling the electricity beneath my feet.

vivere memento
remember to live
Nov 2019 · 162
livet er nå
Nov 2019 · 65
can you hear me?
ranveer joshua Nov 2019
your deafening silence trickles into my ear
crippling my bones, rotting my flesh
sending shivers down my spine.

my soul cries in the abyss
in the deep, dark void it rings
it wails for hope
it screams for freedom
it shouts for you.
ranveer joshua Oct 2019
i may be surrounded by dense fog
but i can still see light
some light at least
i’ll get there
literally and figuratively
ranveer joshua Oct 2019
the river flows gently
caressing the rocks as it moves along
with poise she stands; our little willow tree,
where we carved our names.

riding our skateboards
beside the long plains and fields
the sky starts to dim with violet and purple
reminding me of your purple checkered vans

life may take away my wellness
and some other crap too
but it cannot take away
my youth
which you have etched onto my heart and soul
written in your handwriting
Oct 2019 · 290
the crown fell.
ranveer joshua Oct 2019
poised and perfect
polished and shining
diamonds glowing like no other
however, they are still
rocks
heavy as can be
the weight of which was unbearable
- - -
the
crown
fell.
- - -
no longer was she poised and perfect
rather broken by dismay and disbelief
just shows that despite how good it may seem on the outside, it may never be that good.
Oct 2019 · 1.0k
high tea; mumbai
ranveer joshua Oct 2019
piano jazz on the record player
powder blue walls
regal and pristine

the ocean breeze floats through the rickety window
fishing boats swaying with the waves

the shortbread cookie crumbles
the aroma of my warm beverage
makes this room come alive
Oct 2019 · 199
stray little dogs (haiku)
ranveer joshua Oct 2019
running with the pack
wagging their tails endlessly
full of excitement
ranveer joshua Oct 2019
my dreams and aspirations
cannot be confined to this textbook
for it can’t teach me how to
walk the cobblestoned streets of stockholm,
surf the waters of bondi beach,
ride the canals of amsterdam,
nor hike the city of cinque terre.

but here i am, not knowing what the future holds in store for me,
just waiting for the time to come
of which i can experience
the joy that is to travel.
Oct 2019 · 1.8k
the man in the moon
ranveer joshua Oct 2019
as i look through my window
i cannot find his light
he’s nowhere to be seen
i’m all alone tonight

his presence calmed me
silent and serene
his warm yellow shine  
a sight unseen

oh please come back soon
i miss you so much
i’m off to bed now
please stay in touch
Oct 2019 · 299
09:47
ranveer joshua Oct 2019
the binding of my book
is covered in tape
and held together by
sadness
inspired by my friend karis
Oct 2019 · 2.2k
summer linen
ranveer joshua Oct 2019
her hair swayed in the wind,
delicate and gentle

her eyes were like beads of honey,
just like amber and chestnut

her spirit soared like an eagle,
graceful yet powerful

she was like 'summer linen',
woven intricately;
flying in a field of sunflowers
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
we walk through the garden
the one beside the house with the yellow door
watching the geese lay in their pond
then we look up at the night sky
gazing the wonders that are the stars
and you start singing
la vie en rose

the water ripples
you start skipping stones
the long grass brushed against our ankles
as if it were a cat, rubbing its head on us

the grass left a mark on my shoes
but it’s all right
because you left a mark on my heart.
Sep 2019 · 223
london town
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
on a chilly spring evening,
the ethereal voices sang.
above st. paul's,
the moon overhangs.

the tube passes by,
"mind the gap," he said.
eight-am rush,
the iconic blue and red.

it's quiet and serene,
the moss-covered graves.
yet by the chapel,
the union jack waves.

london brings me joy,
like no other city.
the next time i visit,
i wish it isn’t nippy!
london. just london.
Sep 2019 · 692
it makes me
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
a poem a day keeps the doc away
for it makes me happy
it makes me sad
it makes me think
it makes me mad
it makes me...

it
makes
me
woke up 12 am just to write this down
Sep 2019 · 644
23:38
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
i just want to take a polaroid of us
at the covent garden tube station
i miss london too much
Sep 2019 · 183
the moon shone
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
she called my name in the darkness
i ran to her
ran faster than i thought i could

but then the moon shone through the clouds
and she was not there
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
la grandeur se fait vivre
ça n'a pas trop essayé
mais, on pouvait sentir la gentillesse

les mots à la voix douce
avec le sens du coeur

rien ne s’approche
à la sophistication de la langue française

-----

the grandeur made itself alive
it didn’t try too hard
but, you could feel the gentility

the soft-spoken words
with heartfelt meaning

nothing comes close
to the sophistication of the french language
Sep 2019 · 198
00:17
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
the window open
the crickets chirp
my city is asleep
but here i am enjoying my own company
alone with my thoughts
listening attentively to silence
Sep 2019 · 149
18:53
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
sure i may be delusional, but at least i'm not a liar.
Sep 2019 · 363
yearning
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
my mind longs for an adventure
my soul seeks for spontaneity
my heart yearns for a carpe diem
but am i ready?
Sep 2019 · 121
is it?
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
is it wrong to think?
Sep 2019 · 108
note to self
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
note to self
don't ever let someone 'fix' my poems
for i'm afraid they'll take away the emotion
from my handpicked words
words that reflect who i am
it may seem like i'm not open to criticism
but they don't feel the same way i do
ranveer joshua Sep 2019
i refrain from calling myself a poet
i do not deserve this title

for when i think of a poet
elegance comes to mind
profundity too

yet i am not elegant
nor profound
so then what am i?

i am simply a human being
that expresses
emotions
through words
for this is how i can best convey them
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