#locks
Free me from the chains that bind
The heart-shaped locks rusted with time
Still pulsing faintly to a long-dead beat
Crying out words yet incomplete
Older than the destructive time of man
Screaming to the heavens above the land
Laughing like a madman mindlessly
Invisibly sobbing; "Why don't they see?"
Quieter than those who are six feet under
Louder than a storm embracing thunder
Love crumbles and cracks the walls of the soul
The heart-shaped locks chaining me in their hold
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 7:31 PM UTC
Some day I hope that the
Dark gray walls
Are lighter in color
Because I know the locks won't open
But staring at a purple barrier
Is at least better
Than a wall painted gray
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 6:29 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, follow your dreams or they will<3
fed up on the revolt of the real
locked myself behind the dreamy doors to an an evermore of a seal
I seek you on the delves of the stormy spaces
it's like a universe I called came back with answers to shock faces
your name I heart you speak and led lights illuminate it
sparked on my heart when duty calls I fade in
-------ravenfeels
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 6:14 PM UTC
Oh my lover,
Do not mind my haircut.
If you miss my longer hair,
See an older picture.
I am surely bigger than my locks,
My experience is the greatest.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 10:29 AM UTC
I wanted to give you the world,
Unfortunately it wasn’t in a college student’s budget.
So I gave you the next best thing,
I made you my world.
Gave you the keys,
And I threw away any locks.
I let you free roam and play around my heart,
and I prayed you wouldn’t play GTA 5.
I may have a big heart,
but it can only take so many drive-bys.
Once you hit five stars,
All I could do is spray and pray for my feelings.
When you finally said goodbye,
Everything hurt exponentially.
So I tried to find the locks,
Before the damage could be done.
But they disappeared the first time I looked into your eyes,
Eyes that completely changed my perspective.
Once I opened up everything to you,
Now I can't go back to heart lock down.
My world has transformed,
For better or for worse only time can decide.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
placed a heart inside a box,
box, sealed with a zillion locks.
then she went down on one knee,
with eyes closed she couldn’t see.
on her shoulder laid a sword,
she recalled the ghost of fjord,
for her journey to begin,
need she open din within.
placed a feather on that knee,
dropped her bones into a scree,
cold air breeze stayed far behind,
as her soul with stars aligned.
her heart remained inside a box,
someone took of all the locks,
on a sword he dropped a tear,
filled his hunger with a fear.
no one else but ghost of fjords, welcomed her amongst the wards.
feather fell on blood sprayed scree,
begins the journey with the sea.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
Every morning I lock myself in the closet.
I look myself in the eyes and sigh,
before I bind my hands and shove myself in.
I lock the door.
There are many locks. Bolts too.
Big ones, small ones
Old ones, new ones
I fasten them all before I leave.
I cry to myself as I sit in the dark,
my arms numb from my restraints.
Even as each day grinds past
and responsibilities come and go.
Sometimes when I get home at night
I will kick the door
to remind myself I'm still in there.
The locks rattle and strain.
I yell at myself to shut up.
I hate what's beyond that door.
I wish she'd stay quiet.
I wish he'd set me free.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
I guess I just dislike my hair
I keep saying how much shorter I want it
Even though I love my locks
They stole my keys
Literally
A misunderstanding
Standing in the middle of my life
Locks on the house
Double down the doorway
Cut them all I say
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
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This poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "शिव लीला" published in pratilipi on (June. 2018) Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2Z9Z57t
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His neck has entirely turned blue due to Kalkoot, This is just a Leela of Shiva
He has taken everyone's pain and sorrow for the betterment of the world
He is the keeper of all the three loka's and also called as Trilokinath
He hold the holy Ganga in his locks, but do not drinks a drop from it
He sits on the yellow Tiger skin mat and keeps meditating for years to come
He satiates hunger by Datura and Madaar and drinks Bhang to quench thirst
He has a marvellous third eye through which all the three lokas are visible
Sitting in the Mahayoga posture, He keeps on concentrating and meditating
Brahma and Vishnu also bows before him with respect and feels blessed
Such a beautiful holy Leela of Shiva. Nothing else but Shiva's holy Leela
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Kalkoot(Line 1): A poison generated due to Samudra Manthan ( The Churning of the Ocean by Devtas[Gods] and Asuras[Demons] )
Leela(Line 1): "Divine Play" (Just a pastime)
Shiva(Line 1): A God (The Destroyer) in Hindu Mythology
Loka(Line 3): Three three different worlds/realms. Swargaloka, the land of gods; Mrityuloka, the middle kingdom of men; and Pataloka, home of the Asuras, the fallen gods, and demons.
Trilokinath(Line 3): The Lord of the Three world/realms.
Ganga (Line 4): The Holy river whose flow and speed is controlled by the locks (Jatas - The thick hair strands) of Lord Shiiva
Datura and Madaar (Line 6): Poisonous plants (Datura stramonium and Calotropis gigantean)
Bhang (Line 6): Poisonous plants (Cannabis Plant)
Mahayoga (Line 8): Also called as Mahamudra – The Great Gesture (a posture for meditating)
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
I crawled up and died
in your throat last week
you only tasted my remains
for three days this time
the burning in your eyes
from unwashed hands
doesn’t bother you anymore
how come you changed the locks
two times over just yesterday
and once more today
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Come with me
we'll take the tour
then you'll see
not hidden or obscure
confirming all for free
and then you can be sure
Words and lines
stacked and sorted well
cataloged and defined
one side heaven one side hell
sometimes I combine
and ring a different bell
Down to the vault
reeling locks and pin
no stop and no halt
peering deep within
poetry I store, exalt
bringing them back
once again
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
I've shed my skin
Rolled up my sleeves
Let you in
Now my heart just bleeds
I've taken off the mask
Set it aside
But if you ask
I'll put it back inside
Nobody seems to understand
Not you, not me, my family, or my friends
It's final
I'll never let anybody near again
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Their is no sort of hell for the trip we took
I bloodied my knuckles and stabbed myself
You cried your eyes to your knees
You've erupted into a flowing river of hate
I stand by your door and hopelessly wait
For you to realize i STILL love you.
My cold being is in transition
The icy crater I create in fear of monsters
Yet you erupt and I slide back down my hole
Escaping your roar and claws
Reaching for the only thing I have left
I hold myself and calmly say "this is a nightmare".
I do not sleep in peace
I assume your position hovers above me
I assume you can weaken my defenses
Unlock my door with a glance
I fall asleep in fear that the monsters will release themselves,
That angry beast summons itself and destroys us both.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
Doubts are our chains,
determination, our key.
Use the key to unlock the locks,
or you will never be free.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC
From here to Paris.
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To Paris from here.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
you already have the key to my phone, yet you'd deny me the pattern to your own.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
Would you love her?
If her hair fell free
Locks sway on her shoulder
Wind catches them boldly
Sunlight will invade them
Brown blaze of strands
If you could see them play
Confining her forlorn face
Would run your fingers slowly?
If she sets them free
If she let them flow
A Rapunzel is what you need?
A glance of that entangled mane
Would be enough to drive you insane?
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
Picking the lock
That you keep around your heart
If I were a locksmith
That would be a start
I don't know the code
I haven't a key
I will keep on trying
For all eternity
I must never stop
Those chains I must break
Not to have you
Is something I can't take
An emotionless prison
That's where I'll be
I must get out
I must be set free
By any means necessary
This job I'll get done
Nothing can stop me
Not even a gun
Sooner or later
Your love I will win
I will be patient
For our life to begin
You shouldn't worry
Don't have a fear
Whenever you need me
I always be there
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
Greased wheels, I knew you once.
I loved to balance like a child.
Roaming the paved streets; riding is like flying.
I knew you when the store held you back.
I chose you from behind handlebars with purple streamers.
Your tires silently carried me to classes,
each brake stop signaled that we were close to our arrival.
I sat on your worn black seat like I was on a throne of sorts.
Even though that seat is tattered with one rip on the side,
all I saw in you was my own **** pride.
Spokes, I knew you once.
I played your tune each journey that we went on.
No hill was ever tall enough, no road was ever too bumpy.
Gears, I knew you once.
Click, Lock, Click
sometimes you were tight and never let me ride
sometimes you were loose and my feet went flying ‘round too fast for me to catch
what you were doing.
I knew you once, when time was young.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
It rained
everyone was drunk
on the idea of cuddling
and love
Especially when it gets cold
the merciless wind
surprises your skin
all alone
with no one to hold
It rained
and every one was drunk
on coupling
but I
I got trashed
with the rain
all alone
walking on the sidewalk
gulping every strand of rain
falling for the cold
creating a relationship
by myself
with
every
drop
that touched my skin
I got intoxicated
with the freeing feeling
of freedom
I wrote on damp paper
with shaking cold hands
"Thank you"
and watched as every droplet
traced its path
down my piercing locks
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
some doors shouldn't be opened, but humans have such a violent need to be loved,
so we break the locks and let the demons in
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
Bite the hand
You will be behind me, or
Even in front if you like
I wont call you anything,
Or if that is you want me to,
I will call you everything.
Whatever you say,
I will lie here in a pool
of rampant madness, decay,
You shall be my "soul's" leader,
You will tell me when I'm "good,"
Or if I am insane, I won't complain,
I will be your tool, your stool,
I will not shun you if that's ever
Even been possible, you will be free
To ram your religious and political
Ideals down into my mind whether I
Believe or not, or they will "save
You," and take me away in locks.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
It’s “then” that I realize,
When my friends leave,
That half of me dies,
Not at the door,
But beyond the locks,
And delirious drives
Home.
Come the other half –
The side
That revels in the quiet;
It slowly bites my tongue,
After sleep,
When I slip outta bed,
Crazed from dreams,
And even further by work;
Let me reside, the floor.
There’s no respite, no hour,
I’m annoyed even by
My stubble,
And the duty to
Shave –
Name me “lazy?”
Or labeled the animal?
I open the shades –
The forecast calls for rain.
I close the shades –
It’d ‘ever be night.
And after I’ve chased them out,
Something still and falls.
It’s not water, but rather,
Silent apologies that drip
And drizzle
From the sky and
Corners of my mouth.
They’re the “wants” left unheard,
In the form of unanswered
Voicemails, texts,
Email intentionally marked “spam,”
And pebbles echoed window,
Attempts “disguised” behind
Melody and
Resonant retribution.
I’ve always known how to
Push,
And now,
More importantly,
When to pull back.
If only I could
Drag
Myself from bed,
As this feeling’s “today,”
And it may not be there
Tomorrow.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC