Neel Prakash: Poems

942 · Jan 2013

Neel Prakash Jan 2013

I shall go sleep,
To another time less night,
Dreaming of dreams,
Or maybe a hope in sight.

This mysterious place,
I go to be,
I see demons and devils.
Tormenting me.

Is there a way,
Out of this,
With lost memories,
And a hunting exorcist.

And then I wake up,
To a shadowy uninhabited room,
Nothing to hear,
Just to be living,
Another day with sacredness,
And fear.

648 · Jan 2013

Unspoken Words

Neel Prakash Jan 2013

Unspoken Words

Holding back on the vocals inside,
Slipping slowly,
While the undead brain grows wide,
Creeping closely.
My heart stops pounding to the beat,
No blood in vain,
As the inside melts from the heat
Turning me insane.
The effort to stop it proceeding,
It hurts me,
Nothing heard, but I keep speaking,
It kills me.

I look upon hope for one day,
These unspoken words will make it's way,
To the person that I could say
...

435 · Aug 2014

You're not alone.

Neel Prakash Aug 2014

You're not alone.

Be grateful, thoughtful,
For another day has come.
Extra faithful, joyful,
Let no feelings be numb.
Hide no fear, tear,
Behind that large smile,
The path is clear, near,
Every bad is for a while.
For you're not a clone, or a stone,
A helping hand will be there.
So pick up the phone, you're not alone,
Someone out there, will care.

270 · Jan 2018

Here I go

Neel Prakash Jan 2018

Here I go

I've made my choice,
With a goal insight.
I'll use my voice,
To reach new height.
I won't look back,
The past I unsubscribe.
I have to stay on track,
With a positive vibe.

Been away for a while from writing poems, but I've changed a bit of my life around so I will be trying to write new content.

96 · Oct 2019

Progress...

Neel Prakash Oct 2019

Progress...

I step inside back to be, this unfilled house keeps calling me.
Empty and quiet, no sign of existence,
But this is home, life's subsistence.
I don't look back, past has been,
I'm the director, my movie scene.
Concrete jungle, a million horde,
No thank you, I'm OK Lord.

New faces new place, welcomed I feel,
Maybe one day, I shall produce a spiel.
My value and my belief, see it soar,
The joy it brings, please give more.
This is progress, slow but peachy progress...

Progress as at the time of draft, current situation has changed. Will update.

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