#daytoday
Run, Run Away from the Crowd!
Screams Mind, Out so Loud.
Finding Peace in Isolation,
Avoiding Mass Intrusion.
Pleading For a Good Sleep,
My Body has learnt to Leap!
Sleepless Nights gives Birth,
To Poetry on This Earth.
I feel Exhausted of Running Errands,
Thinking Repeatedly What’s Next Inbound.
Often I Think, Why life’s so hard ?
Better it was when I was a Child!!
©️ Biswarupa Purkayastha.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 1:15 PM UTC
Towering headlights screaming through the skies of daily banter
For a cup of wine and a glass of tea
Mixed shades of blue, winters blooming crystals
Sad sad mister snowman withering at the sight of bees
A tired Hawthorne and some busy Daisies
Carrying the leaves of tomorrows autumn day
Have a blanket
waiting for the dawn
with me
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 4:35 PM UTC
Oh! I am so bored with the same,
The repetition that makes my brain go lame,
I am frustrated of tasks so mundane,
All my routines are just so plain,
The changing of clothes in the morning,
I draw circles on my teeth--I’m brushing,
The mindless drive to work on the same road,
I am just on an automatic mode,
But all of a sudden there is ****
And I drop and sink into a pit,
So dark, I can’t see what’s ahead,
No, because I stop caring what’s ahead,
Like everyone turned off the light,
And there is no more color in sight,
The taste of food turns bland,
Can’t even jive to the tunes of my favorite band.
And then I really slump into auto-mode,
Slugging to work on the same old road,
Brushing my teeth from swirl to swirl,
Still showering when my world is in a whirl.
Still changing my clothes at every sunrise,
And then one day I suddenly realize,
As I slurp the milk and the grains,
There is still a part of me that remains:
My dear routines.
When everything feels dead,
And nothing beautiful seen,
Routines keep me fed,
Routines keep me clean.
When my heart has hit the sack,
My mind saturate with thought,
My routines got my back,
My routines need not be sought.
When there’s no motivation to be,
When I don’t want a thing,
My routines does it all for me,
My routines that cost nothing.
When it takes all my energy just to smile,
And all time is lost in it all,
And the next step feels like a mile,
And moving forward is like a crawl,
I still got my routines,
I still got my routines,
I still got my routines,
I still got my routines,
My routines to take care of me.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 9:54 PM UTC
Why does it hurt?
The pain in chest as I look at the past.
The yearn for understanding thats never quenched.
The fear of being separated.
This thing hungers for my emotions.
It seals the positivity with a dark cloud.
It eats away at your soul.
Peice by peice as you realise...
..just how alone you really are.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
...if we just...
(14 lines X 2)
(1)
There are sounds we dread to hear
Yet, we still face and hear them, day by day...like
The honking of horns during zero hours...footfalls
Briskly walking, rushing...crossing pedestrian lanes
Stiletto and pump heels hitting pavements
The whistles...screams, calling cabs...catching buses
A little further on...there in the park,
A band's drums and cymbals are playing loudly
People go through their conversations simultaneously
All the bluster of the street....getting through our nerves...
And yet...somewhere along those sound waves....traveling
In the mix of all those sounds, reverberating
There arises some kind of music...there exists a rhythm
Which only a few can recognize...and appreciate...
(2)
Then, there are those who get bored with quietude
And find it impossible, to last a day in solitude
Where nothing moves....and there's nothing to hear
Not a sound from a high definition TV, radio...or a CD player
Where voices are hushed...where transparent curtains part
To let in a cool breeze...so one may breathe fresh air...
These are two different folks...doing different strokes...
Why not just disregard folks and strokes, focus, instead...listen hard,
Hear the music in quiet spaces, in corners buzzing with activities
In every direction, where blows the whirring, or tumultuous wind...
If we just open the gates of our hearts and minds...accept, discover,
Feel and recognize that song...wooing the tough voices within
Then...NO noise, NO place, could be disruptive, or irritating,
NO image...NO theory, could ever be abstruse.
Sally
Copyright April 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
It's there
We looked at each other
We both know what's gonna happen
THE LAST PIECE OF CHICKEN IN THE BUCKET
Our hands swiftly moved
Each reaching out like it's gonna disappear
Both of us dying to get it first
We even fought for it
Slapping the other hand
Alas
You got it
Mocking me even
I simply sighed and laughed
Telling you
"You clean up this mess."
You making that face
And me sticking out my tongue
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
I guess you could call me
a people addict;
I live for the exchanges,
momentary or prolonged,
the satisfaction of smiles substituted for
verbalized salutations;
the how-you-do's and hello's,
the pleasantries of chit chat,
talk of my oh my, I am not ready for this snow
and how was your holiday?;
catching a supposed-to-be-sneaked glance from that tasty
stranger,
allowing your eyes to meet for longer than
you meant to;
a compliment that drips off the lips so sweet,
its nectar invading the taste buds for hours
on end;
individualized or multiplied,
I relish in the conjugated haze,
in the gazes and the giggles,
in the potential formulation of inside jokes,
in a have a good day to a grin I will never see again,
the whirlwind of vowels and consonants,
of coincidences and sarcasm,
of the impressions we may leave of which
we will never be aware;
I crave the mundane,
I get high off the monotony,
I am swallowed by the simplicity;
Yeah,
I guess you could call me a
people addict,
and I'm cool with that.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC