#dailypoetry
Each dawn, a gift arrives unseen,
a syllable, a seed, a sheen.
From __Merriam-Webster’s__ careful keep,
to __Dictionary.com’s__ bright leap.
The __New York Times__ may whisper sly,
a word to tilt the reader’s eye.
While __Vocabulary Ninja__ strikes,
with stealthy terms and sudden spikes.
And __Britannica,__ sage and grand,
extends its lexiconic hand.
But I will not decide alone,
your voices shape the daily tone.
Select the source, cast votes with care,
the one most chosen will be there.
So I will rise, each day anew,
to shape a poem from what is true:
a word, a spark, a fleeting flame,
reborn in rhythm, breath, and name.
Three hundred sixty-five small rites,
inked in mornings, sung in nights.
A lexicon becomes my stage,
each page a prayer, each hush a page.
By year’s end, a woven tome,
a dictionary turned to home.
For every word, a verse, a song,
a daily vow to carry on.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 2:12 AM UTC
Confusion in life is normal.
Everyone has experienced the maw
Of life devouring our senses.
The beat and rhythm of fantasy
May come bittersweet in the end
Or may not come at all,
But what's important is to enjoy
Every aspect of life from
The spectrum of one's own death
To the graceful and yet elusive
Happy ending.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
I never knew
that the sound of those raindrops
on my window
the scent of wet soil
after rain
the melodies of these songs
on my spotify playlist
could remind me of you
remind me of the sound of
your lovely laughter
remind me of the scent of
your sweet perfume
remind me of the sound of
your sleepy voice
— I never knew
that missing you
could be this tough.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Daydreaming
of better things
of lovely things
of saddening things
Daydreaming
of Him who I wondered
ever really loved me
or did it mean no more
Daydreaming
of the life that was not mine
the life I left behind
the life I could not find
Daydreaming
of something I do not deserve
yet yearn for
with no reserve
Daydreaming
of things so harsh and deep
the ocean swallows me whole
and into quicksand I seep
Daydreaming
of the life I thought I desired
of the life I was inspired
but never became reality
Daydreaming
of better things
that became worser things
That became dangerous things
Daydreaming
Of things I don't understand
Yet yearn for
What nonsense, I am.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
A man, a movement,
Whose words stung like a Bee,
But had the masses floating to him,
When he spoke about peace,
He shook up the World like he said he would,
And twisted our perceptions of what it meant to be a true hero,
And for that we thank you.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
I guess I'll wait. I'm Sick of taking a risks with women that don't compare to you.
Maybe its too late, and trust me it makes me happy to know somebody is taking care of you.
I know I've made mistakes and at times I wasn't being fair to you.
I'm only human, I'll be your friend, you know I'm always here for you.
It's seems impossible , that one day you'll come back and we'll be something.
But I'll wait for you, even if that means I'm waiting for nothing.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
There are no boundaries, so why do I feel like I'm boxed in?
You chose your path right? Hmm but who supplied your options?
Lets get this right. If someone presents you options in your life,
then already your path is manipulated.
So who simulated your decisions for where you are now situated?
Your friends and family speak but who's thoughts are
coming out of their mouth .
Is that something you've even thought about?
I dare you to describe me,
I'm sorry but the colour of my face and a place can't define me.
Nothing can surprise me, how much do we respect ourselves,
If how much money you make gives you a place in this society.
I guess we've never known anybody our whole life, because ever since you came out of your mother.
We've been getting moulded, corrupted and watched on by big brother.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
You could have seen her complexion,
in the reflection of my eyes from a mile away.
Just like the sunrise, I sensed her light, as if she smiled with rays.
What a way to start the day, blinking years but it was timeless,
It was priceless, I was infirm, she produced a cure like a scientist.
Any part of her body can touch my skin and make me shiver.
To resist her, its like taking off your jacket in a Siberian winter.
Immortalised in pictures and scriptures we had written,
We ruled our land but with powerful questions are great answers that are hidden.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
I don't want to hear a promise, unless it involves your happiness.
I just want you to promise me you'll be fine.
When you stand still, the world keeps moving.
So promise me you'll make the best out of your time.
I don't need to hear a promise, unless it involves your laugh.
Just promise me you'll build dreams, be free and make them last.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC