#craze
plastic palm trees
off kilter heart beat
attracted to polarity
underneath all the heat
underneath all the freeze
i am harbouring me
the little ole boy
painting pictures of joy
fashion gowns and abstract swirls
unlocking a whole new world
what lies underneath?
the veneer keeps discreet
what do i call me?
my complexity consists of fracturing
the growth and grace is ablaze
a forest fire craze
i unlock myself these days
singing for spells of rain
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 9:32 PM UTC
To you ❤
When river streams your cheek,
I am your gentle hands.
Burning with heavy heart?
Then I am your closest for secrets.
Need a tight hug?
Make me your teddy bear.
A hand to hold on?
Nah, I will stand by your side forever.
And even in gloom full of darkness,
I will be your own tiny melting candle.
Cse, when you feel nothing,
I will be your everything ❤
~Varsha_Srinivasan
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 1:25 AM UTC
I should be like an Owl
Using nightfall appropriately
Should be scribbling
Painting my words
My fingers should be in a hustle to finish a page
And page after page
The walls if it runs out
Further the air around, as a medium to write and to share
Discovering myself
Finding myself amidst words
Taming myself the way I want
Grammars are paid less heed
Expressing myself in a free verse
Leaving my traces
Leaving a legacy
Leaving a part of me
Through what I scribble
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
Beware!
I am losing myself to art
Spilling the chaos on the canvas
I may not remain a whole
For I maybe draped in a hand skill
Stroked with animal hair
Lost in the heat of colors
Seized in an imaginative capture
Transfixed in time
The remnants hard to characterize
Mutilated for an inventive victory
Woven in a verse of triumph
Sometimes discreet in absurdity
Sometimes molested in modernity
I may not remain a whole
Dashes may surface
In exhibits,
It may surround your gaze
Exist as a description
Limited just as a name.
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC
Lover's Hymn:
Notes of music,
Written on a scarlet parchment,
Left unsigned, sound like her;
The sweetest of God's tunes.
Alas, of such a token, vanity be the consummation?
Oh, but then how the Summer Sun,
That the Bard measured his beloved against,
Dissolves into the heavenly ether;
And how the Moon, looks but so marred!
Fie, Mortals, who be no kin to her, whose unwithering grace evades all reason.
By poor sonnets, and by humble songs,
Love's pursuit, that one might consider vain,
Gives eternal joy, for a moment's pain,
Sage's Sermon:
Never, never a lover's discretion believe,
For never a lover's eye does poise fair,
And never does his ear justly measure.
For so is the grasp of unhinged affection;
That a moment's joy seems to last forever,
And a lifetime's misery seems meaningless.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
Come, Friend.
I'll show you around the house and tell you all the trivial things that remind me of her.
(Here in the hallway)
These stacked, empty shoeboxes,
That I now keep my poems in,
These bare walls that I suppose,
She could make a better use of,
(In the living room)
This monochrome vintage tv,
That she'd have thrown out,
My books lying haphazardly on the table,
That she'd have cleared up,
My guitar that hasn't been restrung for 7 months,
The pictures of Dutch tulip fields,
The multilingual posters on the wall behind the TV,
Like a pretentious polyglot,
(Now,the kitchen)
And this bitter fragrance of tea leaves,
This divine scent of cardamom,
Rising from a hot cup of tea,
The rattle of kettles,
These dying rose petals,
Parmesan and cheddar,
The cheesier the better,
All of that pickled food,
According to my mood,
The battle of spices,
Those gingerbread slices,
Everything-
Everything reminds me of her.
"She's but a figment of your imagination,friend."
She's but a figment of my imagination, friend?
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
So, girl I want you to know,
Maybe this year is the last chance for us,
Maybe yesterday was the last conversation, we ever had,
Maybe those were the last words between us.
There are a lot of things I never said,
As I never had the courage to,
Maybe be I never will,
But I want you to understand,
I love you more than You think I do,
Maybe I was never that crazy,
Probably I was just crazy for you.
I know this is not the perfect time,
Maybe it never is,
Maybe it never will be,
But I just want you to know,
I will always be there for you,
No matter how many years pass by.
I will always love you, just for the sake of love.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
I saw a picture today
It has a ravishing power, I must say
Marveled
In search of every information
Direction to nowhere
What can I possibly find?
For the chance of us
Face from heaven
Fine carcass
and a fragile gay
...
that fell in love
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
Tik tok, tik tok, clock is ticking like a rewind
Eyes going from left to right I wanna do what's on my mind
I am busy playing the blade on my hand
But yet I still need strength which I cannot find
Red drops, black dots
I only have stupid thoughts
I know things will only end in one way
Either I reach my end or I end this mind game
Oooops, the shiny metal slipped
It fell, fell out of my grip
Like how my mind fell out of sanity
But nope, I'm not going to be forever crazy
Tada mama! You see I'm smiling like the old times?
It was hard to create this but I manage to put this mask
Isn't it beautiful?
I put too much effort to make it wonderful, make it colorful
Now no one is gonna discover
That deep inside I wanna cut and go for a lifetime slumber
That I almost tried to end it the other way
That I almost gave in to lose my own game
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
What if all those insane people are the normals
and we are the crazy ones.
He was going round and round
walking in circles throughout the haunted hall
with millions of thoughts roaming his mind
He was stuttering and screaming
with dull, fading paint coloring whites and blacks
He was going crazy right in front of my eyes
and I was struggling trying to stop my tears
I hugged him with all my might and begged him to stop
I watched my brother becoming cracked and losing his mind
...watching in silence with painful cries...
I helplessly lost him in a super-massive black hole with no return
it was the insanity of a never-ending celestial dance
and I am sure my turn is coming soon.
We are the Eccentrics existing in a world of borders.
We are walking on margins; fighting our masked shadows.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
A Paris night, with all it's sweet endeavours,
Blurred by a face with emerald eyes,
Out shadowed by the shades of her hair,
She must be the truth of beautiful lies.
With a cup of warm coffee in her hands,
With the gentle wind unfolding her hair tress,
The waiter with bewildered bones,
Greeted her 'Buenas Noches'
She grinned and with tender steps lead her way,
While a pair of eyes was at sea.
In the wild calm of her imperfect picturesque,
The shackles of his heart were set free.
Behind the looking glass, the boy stood subdued,
In the utter waves of her essence,
The euphonious ripples of the angel's visit,
The graceful gift of her presence.
The night turned into a hopeful day,
With the pair of eyes still seeking in the streets,
Searching for the beat of his heart,
The earth to his feets.
With desire clocking to despair,
Those eyes grew wet,
With the clock beating seconds,
He had a journey to get back.
The bags laid still on the room,
The food untouched at the bed,
With eyes lost in that night,
He raved the streets of Paris till a miracle shed.
And his eyes met that lovely face,
The girl you can't stop from falling in.
The blood rushed once again through the veins,
Working the muscles to bring a smile,
The smile of an answered heart,
The smile that explains the mystery we call Love.
But the face was lost again,
In the same old Paris streets.
With a hidden smile, he turned back,
Hoping their small worlds would meet again,
In a place where hearts reigned.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
Do you think, maybe, I can't handle the hyperactive imagination that has been placed upon me?
Do you think maybe that's why I snapped?
Why I completely lost myself.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Mentally dismantled
Spiritually a bundled
Cranium tasseled
Failed attainment
Craze by the crowds
Oh how I feel demised
Trained by the master
Hidden intellect
Chosen few has heard
Chosen few has experienced
Life changing words
Brain is so superb
Tongue twisters is a love spot for the genuis that is her
She is her
Her is me
Her is you
Her is us
Her is many
Many of the intellects
Many of the power holders
Many of the strong
Many of her
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Jingle Bells and Mistletoe
Christmas songs galore
Plastic crap marked down again
Sales in every store
Santa Claus in Shopping Malls
Photos for the hoards
Teenage girls dressed up like elves
Looking rather bored
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
Get me through the Christmas Craze
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
I can not take much more
Christmas shows and pantomimes
Put on by theater groups
Old actors who we used to know
How low will these folks stoop?
Boxing Day and crazy crowds
Houses lit up like the park
Even when the power's off
They're still glowing in the dark
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
Get me through the Christmas Craze
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
I can not take much more
Charity is on the wane
People confuse want with need
The population's gone insane
They're full of Christmas greed
Snowmen out in the front yard
Decorating Christmas Trees
Carolers from up the church
...that is Christmas Time to me
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
Get me through the Christmas Craze
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
I can not take much more
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
As the arm strikes midnight,
the last of my sanity makes its final descent into oblivion.
Waking the desires of the hatter,
cemented to his crooked, yet fascinating chair.
His eyes gazed upon yours,
before letting out his playful, yet cynical laugh.
"Mhh hm hm hm hm!"
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
My pet cat licks my face repeatedly; it feels a bit strange
to jut my jaw forward for a feline to lick and make my face wet.
but as I sit my eyes shut, it feels unreasonably nice, then, it dawns:
she is clicking her LIKES on my real Facebook page
the way she knows best.
Eureka! this is my tender Archimedes moment !
the naked truth, reveals itself before me like Venus
why the crazy craving, without rhyme or reason
for LIKES in Facebook and cyberspace;
now, I understand so well.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Everyone loves you
the world is your stage
each line well rehearsed
you’re the latest craze
yet alone in the darkness
a child cries out
unmasked and revealing
a heart filled with doubt
today they love you
what if tomorrow they don’t
how well will you sleep
knowing your demons won’t
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC