#2010
Your friends readied the kids,
In the boys hostel mess.
The day happier than ever,
I felt proud of myself.
Then I took your hand,
And guided you inside.
You were totally unprepared,
But we had trained the kids.
The canteen was filled with us,
The volunteers and the kids.
The onlookers joined the chorus,
In the Happy Birthday words.
Do you remember what the kids sang?
Why won't you, Satyaa, why won't you?
You might remember me, oh dear,
You were my old flame, and I was for you.
I said, "Here you go, dear,
This surprise we prepared,
Just for you, oh, just for you."
And your eyes teemed with tears.
You looked at me in gratitude,
But I was truthful as I told you,
"Your girl friends surprised you,
I just brought the cake, dear."
"Sakshi suggested this surprise,
Your girl friends prepared the kids,
Enjoy your birthday, Satyaa, enjoy it,"
You were speechless, completely in love.
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC
At 19 years of age,
I composed it,
Remember.
For dear life I did,
Even so for her,
Remember.
"Tu Aaye Ya Na,
Main Jiyunga, Haan,
Main Jiyunga..."
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 4:02 AM UTC
It was two thousand and ten
A minute ago
And now the year
of the deadly virus
ten years hence
Like a dream -
A decade passes
Like waves crashing on
The shore
And I hibernate in
The visions of yesteryear
Picking out my psychic
Territory
A hermit?
Oh! No!
A Saint in hiding
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 4:37 AM UTC
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Tu aaye, Tu aaye,
You come, whether you come,
Ya na, main jiyunga.
Or do not, I shall survive.
Haan main jiyunga...
Yes I shall survive.
**Chaahe kaisi ** doorie,**
However long be the distance,
**Na ** koi majboorie,**
Just there be no compulsion.
Tu mujhse hi judi,
You are connected to me,
Main tujh mein hi samaaya.
Only I possess your heart.
**Zindagi mein kya ** maza,**
What fun in life is there,
Bin tere jo bitaunga,
If I spend it without you,
Wo jeena kya jeena,
Oh what fun is such a life,
**Har pal ** jab sazaa...**
When each moment is a torment...
Tu aaye, Tu aaja,
You come, you should come,
Tu aaye, Ab tu aaja,
You come, now you should come,
Phir main jiyunga,
Then I shall blossom,
Haan main jiyunga,
Yes I shall blossom.
Main phir jiyunga,
I shall live again,
Haan main...Jiyungaaaaa...
Yes, I shall thrive...
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC
The way to insanity is through perpetual pleas for pain.
Only after
years
of hoping that- one day- my mind would die,
have I finally found bliss within pain.
I cannot be alone in this,
of that I'm certain.
I have seen suffering,
have lived through pain,
and I remain.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
I sit, alone, through the days and nights, accompanied only by
the beating of my heart; that
r h y t h m
which is the only consistency we have to cherish.
The routines we build for ourselves breed change.
Nothing is steadfast.
As humans, we were made to falter.
We wish and fight and dream,
yet fall short of our own expectations.
What Great Being decided it was a good idea to grant the human race
Autonomy?
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
Look how far we've come.
Look closer and see how we've fallen.
Now look once more... and see what we've become.
We are the beasts that will **** this world;
the creators of our own demise.
The human race has driven itself
so
far
into the
depths
that they have lost the path to redemption.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC
Clark has got it all
Wrong about women,
And you being a woman
Know this, but being in
Love with the guy you let
Him think his knowledge
Is good and on the ball,
But underneath you think,
One day, Clark, you’re
Going to find out just how
Wrong you are, and sitting
Back smoking the cigarette,
Watching him trying to open
Up an orange, you wonder
How it is that men have got
This far in evolution without
Knowing the essence of women,
Without quite grasping the facts
Of the so called weaker ***
Without delving into the core
Of the female psyche. Clark
Peels the orange like an ape,
The back of his hairy hand wipes
His mouth, his tongue hangs out
In concentration, the orange
Peeled and broken into small neat
Segments is offered to you with
The same degree of seriousness
That he produced on hearing the
News of the JFK assassination
Back in 63 looking up from you
In the process of copulation and
Staring at the radio as the words
One by one filled the heated room,
Each word punching home a sense
Of dark gloom. Clark’s got it wrong
About women, but he did peel the
Large orange ok, what more can a
Girl ask for, you muse, what more
Can a girl in love with a man say?
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
I made a monster from flesh and bone
A real live horror harder then stone
I made a beast you would not believe
With the strength and cunning to deceive
A shadow of a man fading away
Bound to be a vampire who burns in the day
Dr. Frankenstien could not compare
To the genius of my own despair
I made a monster and though it is hard to see
I am far more monstrous then creation could be
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
December 2005; January
2006, Summer that year.
2008 round the middle - no not the crash.
2009, yes the muddle.
Tell me about how May 2010
was axed by December 2010.
Palm, palm, date palm, ash cloud.
February, April, August 2011 and
that dreaded December.
last grasp of the kite string,
off goes the dreamed of high
far far away the anchor moorings
when transmission stopped, all white
noise since then, empty
prattle chatter of the key board,
two millennia and counting thirteen, fourteen,
fifteen, march, October, March!
January 2016. A new landing.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
Oh, soft, sweet and vivid fruit
We greet you each morning with glee
Holding you in the palms of our hands
Toss you around happily
We wake up with a growing thirst
For your pure saccharine juice
Grab a glass, admire your spirit
Knowing well we have nothing to lose
Then we hack, and we slice
Through your center part, tearing away at the skin
Ruthlessly clawing through the exterior
To get to the lifeblood within
Back in our palms you find yourself
Weary of what may come next
We seize your head and the sides of your form
And squeeze before you can object
In terror you struggle and holler and cry
“Why must you do this to me? I’m a friend and I care for you so!”
But what you may have never realized is
We have always been both selfish and hollow
We crave something of substance and dimension
For one covets what one typically lacks
So while you believed the lies we spoke through our teeth
We held a dagger aimed at your back
When our cup is finally full of your sap
And you’re done being used for the meal
We throw you away after stealing your soul
Nothing left but a few orange peels
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
Wasn't she the best ever?
I was always impressed with
her wit
her beauty
her intelligence
her charm.
It's too bad you never got married, eh?
I had a bit of a crush on her too!
She was a cutie.
I bet she was a good kisser, huh?
Was she a good kisser?
Do you remember kissing her?
Was it nice?
Pretty nice?
Are you worried that one day you'll forget what it was like?
Wouldn't that be sad?
Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 9:49 AM UTC
Destructive as earthquake,
Devastating as death;
It is hard to wake,
Trapped and out of breath.
Immediately broken
Like a heart of glass;
Left alone frozen,
Thwarted to pass.
He left her out
And put her heart away.
Baffled with doubt,
She didn’t stay.
She sealed herself
So she can’t be found.
Lost trust itself,
Not even a sound.
Then comes the light
Out of nowhere;
Filled with fright,
She then crept to stare.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
A dark entity;
Brings grief and sadness.
Nobody knows
When it arrives.
Physically or spiritually,
Mentally or emotionally;
Death take its toll
And no one is exempted.
Most people pass
In sickness and age;
Natural, they say,
But it’s now different.
How come?
Suicides, killings,
Accidents as well;
But it’s not just physical.
Bullying can be
A social form of death.
Inasmuch as social suicide,
It’s the same concept.
But due to that,
It sometimes lead
To a lethal way of death:
Committing suicide.
Some prefer to end their lives
By killing themselves.
Do they even realize the fact
That they’ll miss a lot in life?
But come to think of it,
Death is just a part of life.
Why don’t we think of it
As a passageway to the light?
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
Why are we born?
What are we doing here?
What will we do
To the lives given to us?
Many questions asked,
Trying to unmask the truth;
But no one else knew
The true reason for living.
Some pursue what they want,
Some take the toll.
Some ruin other’s lives,
And some, clueless as it seems.
Why are given
The life we’re living anyway?
Does Fate play it safe
Or is it God’s plan?
Try finding it out yourself,
You might be surprised;
The people around you are clueless
But you reflect why.
No one else know
Your reason of existence
Except yourself;
Look into a deeper side.
I might have just
Found out my own reason;
If I guess I didn't,
I wouldn't have written this.
The answer is just
In your own self.
Just dig deeper though,
And you might just find it.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Every thing's in shambles,
Altercation up ahead.
Why do we complain
If it’s just something small?
Do we even dare
To listen carefully?
Probably sometimes,
Things weren’t what it seems.
What you see is what you get
Isn't always correct;
Just level your ears
To what could be true.
Never depend on yourself alone,
Just open and fess it up.
There will be helpers around;
So what’s harm in trying?
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Friends to lovers,
How unusual it is.
But in my own case,
I guess it’s destiny.
By chance we met,
Through similarities we clicked.
Though we have different views,
We have the same point in the end.
We shared our own desires
And dark secrets no one knew.
In times of problems,
We help each other find ways.
Some people see us
As a potential couple;
But we decline to believe
And we know it won’t happen.
I was eyeing for someone
But he kept ignoring my feelings;
You knew all about it
So you helped me to get noticed.
But months have passed,
Still nothing happens;
You were there to comfort
When I’m about to lose hope.
Yet this drove us
To be much closer to each other;
Romantic feelings triggered
And ended up as one.
And now I've realized that,
In the place I considered home,
There lies all the answers:
It was you all along.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Signs are noticeable
But just left ignored.
Why don’t you mind
The things I want to express?
Acts of kindness
As you view it,
But it has its meaning
That came from my senses.
I just don’t have the guts
To tell you all in words,
But some people pushed me
When all I want to do is shut up.
Now I told you everything,
I’m waiting for an answer.
But time flies so fast,
And nothing came out from you.
I've waited for a long time,
Just to hear those words.
Have you already forgot
To answer my query?
Now I've gone off to somewhere,
Reaching out for my dreams.
But once I return to you,
I hope you already have a reply.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
I’ve already graduated from high school,
But I’m still living in our house.
So I need to get used to commute
From East Fairview to UST.
It’s really different now,
Literally farther from usual.
It may be one ride away,
But with a longer travel time.
So, I have to leave earlier
Than the usual time back then.
If I don’t leave early,
I’ll get stuck at Espana for long.
FX or bus, you name it;
Whether partially or almost full.
Even if it’s very crowded,
I have no choice but to fit in.
So when I know I’ll be late,
I cross my fingers so hard,
Wishing that my ride
Will take an alternative route.
I just hate the fact
That when all else fails,
Even alternative routes
Are totally filled with cars.
In just a few months in college,
I already learned shortcuts to UST.
At least when I know I’m stuck,
I’ll find a way out of it.
In life, however,
There is no shortcut to happiness.
You still have to go a long way,
And withstand the challenges along it.
So we have a choice
And hard work is needed;
At least you know that
You’ve done it with effort.
Well, if a shortcut fails,
That means try another one.
But what can I say?
Manila is a busy road.
So I have to expect and endure
The heavy traffic flow at Espana,
As much as I can do it
In my own busy life.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
I am a terrible dancer.
But for you I would dance,
I would twirl and spin and slide,
to whatever music you gave me
my clumsy clomping feet would suddenly
for a moment be graceful,
just for you.
I am a terrible singer.
But for one glance of your smile
I would climb each stumbling, soaring note
I would belt out my love for you
singing along to the radio in our car
tremulously letting song fill me,
just for you.
I am a terrible writer.
But I compose this poem out of
nothing but love for you
-- because I have nothing else --
and I'd rearrange the alphabet
a thousand times over
til it forms the words I want,
just so, on the page,
just for you.
I am a terrible artist.
But I would cut my heart and bleed
my love for you to paint with;
my body to be a sculpted statue
a monument of ******* and hips and desire
only for you.
I am a terrible lover.
But all I can say is that I try, with all my might
for you to know my love, feel my love
and not just when we are entangled in each other but
even when we walk side by side down the street,
when my fingers brush yours unexpectedly,
in the way you rub your eyes when you are tired
and the way you stare at me for so long I get uncomfortable,
saying, "I just like to look at you."
I see you and my love is
always for you, always with you,
a glow of me in all you do because
I am standing on this cliff edge and
it's too late, it's too late
I've given you all of me, and even if it
destroys me
there's no coming back
Everything I do, I do for you.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
I wanted to have forever and share it with only you!!!
I wanted us to have happily ever after and I thought you did too...
We used to come up with ideas about things like the perfect 1st date.... Id think of the idea and set the scene and youd tell the rest of the story and make the ending beyond great!!!
That's what got me to really have a deep desire to at the very least be able to meet you.....
with your way with words...you put a spell on my but im sure you intended to....
I looked forward to our very long talks that we had at least once a day... you made me smile and it made me a lot happier then how I was living day to day!!!
I really loved spending time online that summer each day with you....
I just never thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever meet you...
The stories wed make up and you always ended them so very sweet... got me all ga-ga over you and the flames for that love has yet to loose its heat...
I really wish we could see each other for just one more day.....
to be able to talk and say the things we never had got to say.....
I just wish so very much that maybe someday down the line.....
again I will be able to feel your touch.....
*** in my heart your always going to be mine.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
Thanks to my parents and good wishes of friends that I am writing this poem 4 years after my major accident which nearly killed me. This poem has no rhyme-scheme because it is more of free verse than a primary school poem. I am nearly fine.
7th May approaches once again,
Another year has passed me by.
It was filled with hostile attitude,
With nothing for offering to me.
Virtuous actions failed to suffice,
Nor did all my humbling words.
7th May approaches once again,
365 more days have passed me by.
That event - I can't call it fortunate or unfortunate,
But it did affect my life knocking me out of senses.
Not for just a day or 2, but 23 days in all that was,
I escaped an end to my life during that long coma.
Red - rosy cheeks & lips of mine now veil all injury,
Just balance & memory problems need to be fixed.
Some misfortune did come my way,
But so did shine my fortune greatly.
And after the accident I have met her,
She made me forget all pain of mine.
Tears which failed to escape my eyes after accident,
You vent them from yours after listening to my story,
But hey, I tell you to look at me for I am alive,
Yes I've cheated dear death once and for you I can cheat her again.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC