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Sprishya Feb 2016
I’ve done this a million times
But it all still seems a little strange
The grass isn’t greener on the other side
Yet something green calls this greed filled grim heart
Away from everything that I have ever loved
It’s funny how ambitions change
Now the heroes from our childhood lie
Somewhere in the depths of the dark closet
Where we have thrown our imaginations
And settled for making a living
Whatever happened to the bluebird that once sang those sweet tunes in our heads?
On our efforts to fly high, we’ve taken up a burden
A burden worth our entire life
Creativity now lies in finding a way
Not paving new paths
Caught in the middle of being “Creative”
I find myself leaving home again
I’ve done this a million times
But it all still seems a little strange
All this traveling has taken its toll on me
All the excitement is now just a pain
But I promise the next time I’m back,
I will never leave home again!!

(Shanghai, 1/15/2016)
Sprishya Oct 2015
The lights burn brighter when it’s dark out
The birds stop chirping
People stop existing
And all I hear are my thoughts and the ticking of a clock
Tick-tock Tick-tock
The sound of life passing by
But I’m not ready
I still have half a bottle of consciousness
And a burning cigarette
Defining my destiny
The flowers of sanity blossom
With every sip I take
While I lose myself in the oblivion of being
Trying to define each moment
With the right combination of words in the wrong time
Surely, I must be heading somewhere
Towards the “goals” forced into me
Like a nail hammered into a wall
but I’m not a poster or a frame
I am an entire wall where murals are drawn
Where the children of today
See the prophecies of tomorrow
A rain in the drought of imaginations
That once turned the key
To wind-up birds that flew
To a faraway land we heard about
In the sweet lullabies
That made all the monsters under our beds disappear
A place where dreams weren’t defined
By the fame and the fortune that has taken over
Happiness and creativity
A rare phenomenon in the world today
Surely, there must be a way out of the cycle we call “success”
And into the free flowing waters of righteousness that we all lack
Surely, there must be a way of redefining the impeding norms we live by
Surely, there must be a way!!!

(Buffalo, NY 10/22/2015 1:40 am)
Sprishya May 2015
It’s ok Ma,
I’m just bleeding
But I’ve got my soul intact
I’ve got your hands to hold on to
I’ll just sleep on your lap

Ma can you see them?
It seems they’re hurt real bad
The sky fell on them
Life gave up on them
Their hopes for heaven have now all crashed

It’s ok Ma,
I don’t mind bleeding
Maybe if I bleed some more
Some of them will start breathing,
Create happiness and make memories
Instead of being on board a boat that’s sinking

But I see hope Ma
Dreams will stand
Taller than the buildings that have collapsed
Children will sleep to the sound of sweet lullabies
The cries we hear will be of joy
We’ll celebrate life again
Even in the midst of sad goodbyes

It’s not too far Ma
I can already see the sunrise
Flowers will bloom, birds will chirp
The moon will bring hope and not fear
Just sit back and be patient Ma
I promise you I’ll take us there!

(Kathmandu, Nepal 5/30/2015)
Sprishya Jan 2015
The cigarettes keep burning
The drinks keep pouring
And my thoughts keep racing
Your eyes and your smile
Your promises and deception
My hopes and my heartbreak
Would I have been happier?
Insane enough to be myself
Perhaps the whiskey would be a friend
Perhaps I'd see my dreams carried out
In the cigarette smoke I inhale
To **** the sorrow that's been growing inside
I could stop it all
Believe me I want to
But every time I do
You come back
I'd rather have sorrow
I'd rather be dead
I'm burning inside my love!!

(Kathmandu, Nepal 01/02/2015)
Sprishya Nov 2014
I'll make you my muse one last time
I'll dedicate myself to you just this night
Come tomorrow I know you'll be gone
And all I'll be left with is just another sad song

But the days will go by love
I know i'll be fine
I'll learn to deal with this
Just drink my sorrow away with time

Stay happy!!

(11/18/2014 Kathmandu, Nepal)
Sprishya Nov 2014
The beers come out as usual
I pour it down
Like I am trying to put off
The fire that's been burning me
A drag of cigarette
Inhale... exhale
Take a gulp
Pretend like i care
"HAHAHAHA"
Constantly wonder what you might be up to
Close my eyes
See your face
Open my eyes
Shake my head
"I think I'll have one more!!"
Friends talk, I listen
Inhale.... Exhale
Take a huge gulp
"HAHAHA, no way!! you serious??"
Few more glasses down
Light a cigarette
Drunk enough to not notice that I miss you
Now I think I'm ready for bed
Sprishya Oct 2014
12 a.m. November 1, 2014
starry night, ticking clock
nothing's changed really!!
the hookers are helping desperate men find love
One ***** at a time
making money
a man jumps off a bridge
**** life right?
Lonely ******* jerking off
while a beautiful young **** makes love
a mother's breastfeeding her baby
who's gonna grow up to end human race
while i sit on my chair
reading Bukowski
"there are times when insanity becomes so real that it isn't insanity anymore"
I guess I am no different!!

(11/01/2014 Kathmandu, Nepal)
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