"botheration" poems
I became your favorite obsession
I wondered if my last hour had come.
I am not alive until you called,
In an hour or two my cell phone becomes as hot as I am.
Take me, break me, I can’t be obedient,
I want to feel whole again…
without looking over my shoulder.
Oh my wounded and troubled heart
My soul is in deep anguish,
Without this forceful conquest
Within my eyes, jealousy wedge deep
Because of my self-critical thoughts,
My early rejections, my feeling, thoughts and action:
Our grandmother’s words came to be fulfilled
“An old fashion botheration,
My indulgence from my past,
This led to an old fashion romance,
That wasn’t resolved then or now.
Take this kiss from my lip
And in return take off your glasses
and let me see your weary eyes
You are not wrong, my jealousy is a disease
If life had be kinder to us,
I would have been yours,
And you would have been mine.
I would have been the slave to you,
I stood by the window, and stare down at couples walking by
holding hands and I thought about them and I think about us:
Making further plans and I waved my hand to them
and smile because love is a lie.
heart of darkness encounter of lies
I have paid my dues, I settled my tithes.
How can I tell my heart to stop loving him?
I became his favorite obsession, now he’s mine
Take me, break me, I can’t be obedient,
I want to feel whole again, my friend
My wounded and troubled heart,
My soul is in deep anguish,
without this forceful conquest
So why do I weep in my sleep?
My God of refuge, what was the hidden truth?
I played with fire, and now I am burnt.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Floating on restless waters, tonight,
broken moons breathe in waving clouds;
Time is a colander, through which
life escapes, never to return; Yet tonight
the beanstalk remains tangled;
I sat watching swans in the moonlight
where the canal and stream met;
Rock the boat! Peace is a botheration.
Could the road that diverged loop
back to the fork? Walking backwards,
tonight, leaves and assorted bits of paper
fly forward; After the off-licenses close,
someone's dashing for the last bus
before dawn, running in reverse; three
hooded figures lost in the cemetery,
walking backwards; The moon
weeps tears of mist, that
ripple spreading inward in the puddles
after the rain; There's a weeping firefly
crawling in the sink; Or the kitchen-lamp?
Bubbles die to the siren-song of crickets.
Is there is an Ithaca fabled?
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
*I've cut our connections
and burnt my poor illusions
and tempting provocations
like eternal frustrations
for such hopeless situations
gave me a lot of delusions
and lessened reservations
to hide my expectations
and lamest inhibition
like a huge botheration
to one whose intentions
has faded into oblivion
and nasty desolation.*
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Exams are full of Botheration
Dad asking Explanation
Mom's high Expectation
So let's make Resolution
Quit Education
And Start Cultivation
Jai Jawan Jai Kisan
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
Somethings better left unsaid
Some debts of heart should never be paid
Shades of darkness of eyes
Shouldn't be washed off with lies
Better its left to burn inside
Instead of extinguishing it by assuarance tide
Damages of time heals anyways
What is the need to cover up with stiches
There is no buyer to pay off for truth
Is that bargaining what it worth!!!
Faking yourself is the new trend
Sometimes its better to be blend(with trend)
Sleepless nights never compensates the pain
Still heart desires to be tied up in chain
Mind often plays trick with heart
To wrap it up with hidden fact
Dealing with scars always turns out *****
All that what it want is, a little bit of pity
Ripped off emotions never need skin
To multiply dearer's deliberate sin
Freaking out is the ultimate destination
Why there is matter of botheration
Nobody cares anymore and memories merely fade
Somethings better be left unsaid.....................
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
Growing old is scary for some
And a blessing for others:
We have live our life: the best way we know how
here we are all alone,
We are now living under different change of the body
Walking around with our portable therapy for instant energy
Long time ago it was
portable cassette or CD player with two or more loudspeakers:
those horrible double decker’s
Now it’s
problems of blood circulation.
Dozens of useless prescriptions,
Directions that read take three to
Four times per day
So once again
Moving forward with all kinds of botheration to
Another slower lane to nowhere
Last but not least
Keep out of reach of small children
Before you reach the
Dead End Street
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
Since memory has been logged inside this whirl wind of thought
I have struggled with this inner angst
Only those who have suffered from its botheration can comprehend
Invisible nuisance that affect every aspect of one's day
Vexation of every nerve that runs through this shell of skin
It can begin with the simplest trigger
Small agitation can seem like a complete catastrophe
For me it begins deep with in my skin, starts to manifest as
heavy breathing, feeling as if I am going to jump out of my own skin
Ants racing over my body, every tendon tightens every muscle
begins to take on a life of its own.
Only able to focus on the disarray of my mind, every outside influence
sets off a string of grenades that explode on who ever is there at the present time.
Never discriminating on its target, wiping out every thing in sight
Uneasy in every situation
A mind blowing affliction of the worst kind
One that can only be felt inside out
The mind begins to run a marathon
Endless possibilities of conclusion to each situation
Pondering every mistake, every choice over and over
Unresting, unsettling, unnerving
Unable to stop fixating on each tick of the clock
Each tiny sound of a pin dropping on the cold steal floor
So much of this will eventually drive us insane
Break through the glass house built around this mind and heart
Peace is the ultimate heaven
Escape from one's own mind.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
Hmmm...
Hmmhmmhmmm...
Hmmhmmhmmm...
Hmmhmmhmmm...
Whether you come,
Whether you come or don’t,
I shall survive,
Yes I shall survive.
Whether you come,
Whether you come or don’t,
I shall survive,
Yes I shall survive.
Whatever be the distance,
Nothing is a botheration,
You are connected to me,
I am imbued in your veins.
Whether you come,
Whether you come or don’t,
Then I shall thrive,
When I shall thrive?
What fun will this life be,
If I spend it sans you?
What life is such a life,
Such life is a punishment.
So you should come,
And I shall finally live.
Yes, you should come,
Then I shall survive.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:52 PM UTC
The fire is burning within me
Unable to drawn out
Unable to elude.
It’s getting evil
With all your annoyance.
And I’m crying out loud
Seeking for your presence,
Part of me wants to destroy you
And a part of me wants you back.
I’m lost in the path of love,
And no more halcyon.
I’m screaming out your name thunderously
In the desire of your presence.
Retrieving all our boneheaded conversations
Thinking what kind of squander I was doing.
I’m preoccupied by telling myself
Not to give you an opportunity
To break my heart again.
As I’m taken away from all your botheration towards me.
Well ,There’s so much of me inside
Which you left undiscovered.
Perhaps you were never curious for me.
And I was being the one running after you constantly.
And keeping you firm with me.
But now.
I’m dying
I’m hurt.
While,
You’re diligent in watering
Someone else’s flower.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
Heeding the hum of clock machine that devours the time; second to second, minute to minute, year to year.
When the sunlight diminished as the gloaming night breaks the sky,
as the distance perpetually gets further,
as the Moon revolves around the Earth,
as the lapse between today and future erodes,
as the soul of mine remains unmoving—enfold self in this room still.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
The underground found
a sound when your ears start to pop,
I have popped several pills
seen the seven hills of Rome
all hail to the Pope
but
he wasn't home.
It's easy to let the mind wander
on these tracks
when I'm under the ground.
stacked up like planes on the flight path
some jumbo and some rather small
next station along and the tube carries on
nothing much matters at all.
I'll get there to my destination in the here and now or it could be the when
then I'll hop off and
oh botheration
tonight I must do it again.
Out of the way
the land of the free
votes today.
and now I'm rambling but that's no surprise 'cept to the lady who's sitting on the opposite seat
you should see the look in her eyes.
Priceless
harmless enough
and in the vernacular
some would say
'Buff'
stuff that and them
here I am now and when
was a long time ago.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC