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I see you in the crowd.
Loud music playing in the background and shoulder to shoulder with random people around us.
I see you across the room.
Our eyes meet.
The song continues to play and the crowd continue to sing.
But we continue our game - our staring game.
Not one of us loses
Nor wins.
The game that felt like an eternity.
When will I see you again?
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
Pretty things are countless
But we limit ourselves to ugly.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
Dark waters kissing my feet
Calling my name as if it was a dream
All the surroundings simply bleak
Despair surrounds the valley so serene
Still the beauty cannot attract
As much as at ruins of castles, remained intact,
Flooding water clashing against its walls
Still the trembling castle stands tall.
Spiritless winds leave trails on my hair
My hair flying only till the winds blow
Then the unsettling silence dons to dare
As the whispering winds vanquish their flow.
I seek for silence
But now it's uncomfortable
I have nature but whispering violence
Which sadly grapples
The misery and mysteries of this incomplete ruin.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
The world is a messed up place.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
I can't write poetry
All the tension for my exam
Is ensconced in my brain
I can't think much
I have a mind to tame
Or else I'll forget
What I learnt
And if I write poetry
All the equations
Settled in my mind
Would get burnt.
I can't write poetry
Because I am too tired to think,
About a beautiful topic,
And decorate it with my ink
On a white sheet of paper,
Devoid of emotions,
Demanding for it to be filled
With words full of actions.
I can't write poetry
Because I think
I am not good enough
But when I begin to write
I can't stop writing about random stuff
And make connections
With the previous line
To make a poem
That at least I would love
To read after a long time
And dive in the ocean of my old thoughts.
I can't write poetry
Because I don't know enough words
To describe what I am thinking
I know the simple language
But I can't stop my mind from sinking
Deep into my mind's dictionary
Of limited words.
I can't write poetry
Because I think
I am not thinking right now
I am just writing random words
To make them, somehow,
Rhyme with eachother.
I am writing this
Because I can't stop writing poetry
Not matter how bad it is,
Like a bird I feel free
When I express my emotions
With poetry.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
Dream a distance
Far away from dreams
Catch the stars
Far away from your reach.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
Although
I love to talk
I love to have my words expressed
But when I blurt out the word,
I don't know why my words make me depressed.
Although,
I love to write and make curves on the paper with my ink,
Imagination pouring out of mind
Creating my world in some little corner of this world,
I cannot fathom how to express this world,
Creating it outside my mind
So it can be visible to all.
Although
My thoughts aren't that clustered
My words aren't obscene
I figure out how to blow away everyone
Everyone from my life's messed up scenes.
Although
I have friends
I love to be with them
But somehow I manage make my own boundaries
And seclude myself from everyone,
Taking no advice from the infinite wisdom trees
I am surrounded by
Who try to make sure
I have a happy life
But happiness is not something which allures
Me, and I repel every positive charge with my negativity.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
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I wish to visit the unknown
Which was created the day I was born
for me
Which has been waiting since the day my words shone
for me
Which was there dying to feel me from the day I started to move on
for me
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
*Falling in love, a pain
Wanting to love, a pain
Being in love, a pain
So I run.
Loving an outcaste, a shame
Helping an outcaste, a shame
Being an outcaste, a shame
So I hide.
Doing something for ourselves, selfishness
Staying happy for ourselves, selfishness
Raising voice for ourselves, selfishness
So I stay quite.*
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Sometimes,
I feel like tearing these boundaries
Between love, hope and unity,
Hindering every existence
From meeting my eye
Making my eyes crave
To see a peaceful life.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Thank you for your time here.
You were amazing; you are and were fascinating.
You are and will be remembered dearly.
Goodbye, Monty Oum; in our memories everlasting.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC