#poetryisntcute
I am anti-social,
I choke at social gatherings,
My breath feels nothing more than lies ,
The lies when people's words,
Sublime into air.
While everyone brags about,
The last time the Sapiens
Had a good time,
I comfortablly drift off,
Into my little Pluto,
Of words, poetry and music.
I am there,
Yet I am not there.
People think I'm a snob,
The Sapiens think I'm lazy,
But what do they know,
The happiness in solitude.
I am anti social,
And the last thing,
I could care about,
Is You.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
Why do I still try?
This love is like halaal
Everyday a bit of me dies
Whilst it keeps stabbing me
Bit by bit.
Now I feel like
A lone cloud
Drifting away into my paradise
Of filth and dark air.
I am standing on a cliff
And on either sides
I know I will be woebegone.
What do I do?
How do I tell you I love you?
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 5:49 AM UTC
Where do I find peace of mind
In the crevices of deep thoughts
Or in pointless banter?
When someone pulls my love handles
Or in the last breath before I sleep?
When I recite stories to a rock
Or when I walk free
off the dependence on the greater powers?
When I relish old pictures
Or when I lose myself in the memories of music?
When do I really feel at peace?
All I taste is my own breath
Pacing faster than my thoughts
I wish I could describe what anxiety feels like.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
You are like Satan's spell
Why do you make our lives such hell
On your fingers you make us dance
Whatever you think is our inescapable chance
Your ogre like figure has made my veins slain
Life is not such a big game
I know you like the women of the night
But I'm too scared to put up a fight
You're not bad, only your eyes pry
Please, don't make my mother cry.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
Well here I am,
Ring a bell?
I'm the same person,
Who made you well,
You've moved on,
Immensely quick,
That now I feel like,
A burnt wick,
She loves your hair,
She loves your smile,
But don't forget that,
I was there all this while.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
When will I understand,
And learn to live and work,
Dear school will you teach me,
In these textbooks I lurk.
While Rosa Parks sat still,
And Fleming found penicillin,
Remember how great they are?
Raise our standards, cross the bar!
Studying twenty-four hours a day,
All work and no play,
Why do we do this only for marks,
There is knowledge, in the dark.
All you make us do,
Is derive this and that,
In the future in my cubicle,
I'll being having पराँठे to get fat.
These egotistical teachers,
They make me cry,
All I hear in the staff room,
Is पुलाव and दाल fry.
You go on with the system,
You go on with the lies,
Why don't you let us think!
Even we have minds.
These benzene rings and oxidation states,
Will never help me with taxes,
Theoretical imaginary waves & motions,
Make me a complete राक्षस!
Five thousand equations to integrate,
But all we do is differentiate,
This religion and that religion,
"It's all in my fate!"
Why don't we do something,
For the ever growing community,
Yes, the same society,
That doesn't let us break free.
Do you ever wonder,
Why our country is so poor,
There's a shortage of lawmakers,
And the government is run by actors.
My whole degree will be,
A complete joke,
No matter how much I study,
I'm just the "fresher" bloke.
I got ninety-seven percent,
In the prestigious class twelve,
Yet my IQ is,
As much as a बैल!
Why do you think eveyone is stupid,
And engineers smart,
I think studying Humanities,
Is a work of art.
These teachers think I'm obnoxious,
Just because I don't talk,
One day I'll prove something,
And on their face I'll walk.
I can't memorize these problems,
Don't forget, I too have a brain,
It isn't a big harddisk,
But at least, it isn't a grain.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC