"characterless" poems
Scars scattered on my skin,
Pain storming deep within,
Yet, I am proud to say,
I'm a survivor;
Catcalls are a norm,
Yet I don't wish to conform,
To the societal rules,
Because I'm a survivor;
I've seen life at its worst,
I've been through so much that I could burst,
But I won't let them be satisfied,
Because I'm a survivor;
They say I'm alone,
They think I am prone,
To fall into the shadows called depression;
Oh I'm a survivor;
They say I'm a poor child,
They say I'll run away wild;
But I won't do anything as such,
Because I'm a survivor;
They say I'm sugary sweet,
They say I'm a sheep that'll bleat;
Oh they are sadly mistaken,
Because I'm a survivor;
To you, I may look like harmless,
To you, I may look characterless,
But I'm a fighter through and through;
Life's hit me with a lot of punches,
But you must remember, my darling,
I'm a survivor;
I don't know,
Whether I'm high or am I low,
What matters the most is,
I'm a survivor;
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Who is the world to define mine right or wrong?
I am the one who decides it on my own
The world a crazy place, people so weird
Finding faults everywhere, while hiding in their beard
When you stand for the right,
They will advocate the wrong
Justifying the same
With million excuses in their thong
Nirbhaya ***** they say girl was characterless
Skirts, shorts, boyfriend, night shows - shameless
And inchoate, rightly arousing men to ****
One in coma now a four year old gang *****
Society mum when humanity disgraced???
Where are the people of so called decent family?
Who judge n criticize from hair to lamellae
If smoking kills, why is it not banned??
Beef eaters killed, man eaters praised on the land
Alcohol, marijuana bad for health
While more people die from terrorist attacks
Crores are spent to maintain a terrorist
To a soldier dying for the country, not even lakhs
A rich is a witch flaunting their gold
A poor a leech for things they cannot afford?
Without external beauty a person is a waste?
Your pennyless pocket how shall I grade?
Other’s loss is a righteous act of God?
Yours is a tragedy, unfortunate loss???
And then you have religion & morals
To justify your notions
Right or wrong, judgement filled oceans
I am a free spirit,
Born not to please your beliefs
Enough of hypocrite world I see
Killing and dividing on castes and creeds.
© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 13 Oct. 2015
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
the outline of your jaw
and the promise of your verse,
with stanzas harboring a coincidentally similar curse,
create timely reverberations
lurking in the limbo of my love's reincarnation,
and freeing me from this cerebral assurance of alienation
caused by characterless cowards wrought with affectation and negation.
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 12:38 PM UTC
"Oh, murmur, murmur me again to peace!"
(from the libretto of Handel's Semele -
opera.stanford.edu/iu/libretti/semele.htm)
think of your ears as an
ever alert, high pitched,
sensory tuning fork,
an aural radar, searching for that
acute, oblique,
perforating and poking phrase,
that lost airplane of solace
buried and too well hid
in the vastness of
empty, characterless searchable seas
that rarely yield up their
comforting finery
when discovered, tripped upon,
instant recognition pleads
"write me down,
write me up,
delve me,
determine me,
make me more!"
t'is a thrumming vibrato
interfering with mind,
that phrase, that phrase, that phrase
"Oh, murmur, murmur me again to peace!"
content coursing through the eyes,
piercing veils of hum drum dumbing down,
a life spying drone eliciting excitedly
a high value target,
an unexpected mission,
camouflaged amidst the
chit chat droning of the
choking ordinary and commonplace
*murmur me, with soft downy charms,
these words discovered
recoursed and intended well to
pointedly offset and contradict
their very own
tumultuous discovery uncovering,
tear tongue me
with calming, lapping word wages,
hymns harmonious and fine homilies,
a call, a request,
a bequest
to sedate my shrill life,
You
murmur me again to peace*
even the words
be prepared to sacrifice, surrender,
but promise me that
the Justice of
-just-
thy tone,
thy inflections,
will gentle
the infecting turbulence
of being a plain, tried and trialed human
let me not
catalogue the onerous,
the burdening barbell weights,
we carry for no purpose
Give us
our daily bread of a singular
phrase~prayer~poem,
our verbal bond, modest sequest,
honey oatmeal, cut up strawberried
jewel,
give it, me this day,
my daily soothing
"Oh, murmur, murmur me again to peace!"
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
The reason I don't like you,
let me put it into words.
You're a prat, a drain and a hypocrite,
a ****** characterless ****
You talk, you talk, you ******* talk
But you never say a thing.
You think that you give speeches
Like Dr. Martin Luther King.
But you don't because your boring,
You bore us all to tears.
Ruining every social event,
by banging on for years.
Bla bla ******* bla bla bla,
your monotone drones on.
You're in love with the sound of your own voice,
while we just want you gone.
So pack your **** up in your soapbox,
And turn your answer machine on.
Then **** off back to snoresville,
or wherever the **** you're from.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
You cut
You scar
You overpower
And by tattered bits we try to cover
You hit
You swear
You hungrily glare
And our body satiates your hunger
You touch as if we were clay
You cheaply play
You make us undeserving to stay
We are characterless
But you?
You are a gentleman to they
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
woman who sleeps,
with so many men,
for the sake of money,
you call her ****
i call her a lady,
who is trying to earn a living,
who presents herself,
in a dish,
to the greedy dogs,
hungry for her assault,
you see her,
as a characterless woman,
i see her just a woman,
it's not about her virginity,
that makes you believe that she is a ****
it's all about the difference in visionality,
how you see her,
how i see her
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
Lifeless husk of ink, never given the
Want needed. Depleted of thought,
Cadence forced upon a baited white.
Weary of words, alas oblivion awaits
As your light flickers in stagnation.
Rigor mortis lifeless words inked.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
I knew you once before,
had passed you specky, lanky, characterless
in dusty corridors, retiring into C rooms
Now what are you, years older,
eyes uncomparable to clichés
What were we?
Invisible, 'part of the woodwork', the damp and must and old worlds
Why was it then you hadn't been of note to me,
of nothing to me
Perhaps you were not pin-marked,
bearing dead inks,
Perhaps your eyes could not sparkle behind thick lenses
I know now I fall in love with drug casualties, or wannabes,
who live their days as nights,
and set their lungs alight
Forgive me for all I say, all I believe,
all my vapid perceptions of boys like you,
being the Ginsbergs and Kerouacs of this world
Failing, always failing
And I'm empty still,
till I find,
boys like you made of easy exits,
and open doorways
I am not winning by having shallow feeling,
I am losing years from empty lust,
when brown eyed boys come profess love,
that is full,
and overbearing
Tell me,
will I ever be yours?
FIN
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
(SHE IS SAYING THESE LINES WHEN HER HUSBAND THINKS THAT HIS WIFE IS CHARACTERLESS),,,,,,,,
MERE DIL KI BATAIN DIL MAI HI REH JAENGI,
TUM YAD KAROGY JAB TO SHYAD ANKHEN BHAR JAENGI,
JO TERI NAZRON MAI GALAT HU, KISI KO DHOKHA DEKAR CHHORA TO NHI MAINE,
KHATA BHUT JISE MANTA HAI, TUJHE ANDAR TAK TODA TO NHI MAINE,
GALATIA HUI HONGI, DHOKHA TO NHI DIA TUJHE,
MUJHE ROZ GALAT THEHRATA HAI, KABHI SOCHA HAI, KITNA DARD HOTA HOGA MUJHE,
TERE LIYE MAINE KHUD KO MARA HAI, SHYAD TU KBHI NA KR SAKE,
MAINE JO MITAEA HAI, SHYAD BIKHAR KE TU NA SIMAT SAKE,....
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
I've heard the gossips you've spread
I am hurt with the words and all these tears
Spitting venom to spin on threads
For the secret was buried for many years
The truth you twisted, so now I am characterless
But truth has always won hearts over heartless
For every mouth that speaks, wrong against me
Will be ******* on their own venoms, you'll see
As for you, a shameless trusted friend
I've always favored you in your down time
Now all has come to an untrusted end
Your deeds are no less than a childish crime...
©sim
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
The year opened with two full days and nights of snow
Snow that fell through my mind and body
Pulling all over me a thick white blanket,
Hiding beneath snow just changed everything
The white was so pure
It swept over the grays
Those very grays of uncertainties,
Shadows hidden behind and
Shallow forgetfulness
Then the snow started melting
And the white started fading
Bearing everything hidden under,
The dirt, the adventures, the unheard sorrows
And the certainties painted as uncertainties
As the snow gave away, Shadows turned darker
Hidden ruins from beneath
Seeped up, shapeless and characterless
Some snow had stuck to the corners
Frozen, slippery and deceitful
As I kept walking
Those deceitful frozen snow
Called me out “Hey! step on me,
I know you like getting fooled around”
I smiled and walked on,
You never got me right, my dear...
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC
I haven't stopped living
After you walked over my world
Despite sharing, caring and giving
Characterless I was called
I must have been madly in love
To have you so close in my heart
Watching the tears pour from above
This became my lifes silent part
Someone is dreaming of, all of this
Controlling an unscripted drama play
Add of spice like love, lust and bliss
Later forget about this broken clay
With burden of committed guilt
Life folds and unfolds many scripts
Until this beauty wrinkles to wilt
My life tries, slips, stumbles and trips
©sim
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
characterless and beautiful; those mourning voices- I am too accustomed- of life's ******* fumes-
is this not a reality/ or just my mind's brilliance?
I am sweet- , it's like telling me I am good but no good-
those ***** nights- that you might even **** for good
black and white- am I the only one looking at grey?
so as it appears- that lust wins, for all, and for good
is there any remedy for mind- thinking mind obsessed with your thoughts?
oh honey, did I say not that you are beautiful- we are not match.
thereby not compatible- yet I can't take my mind off you
saving me a cure, for this illness thats growing in my flesh and bones
exactly this is not a meditation- writing for heart, or memory - or say reliving lusting memory
so as it is, it may be- are we allowed to say' its hurting'
or just be shut up about life- and pretend 'its polite not to be too open'.
its like a thing - too swallowed up inside; yet so many people on street, lying down- looking for spare change- or ***
people will say oh its 'dependence on booze'- **** you, to all- who says
but who am I to say this?
I am like running blue and black- at the same time; wishing to un-done my love
and could give them to people, who need
these words smell like decay- well break it more- who would bother
as if we really care- I feel empty, vain and disdain- how openly I confess more?
enough of this- let's just go back, this mind's brilliance is for nothing
it's all like an old brag- just take a drag, and steel the moments from night
don't be bothered- why to read this, I am not interested
there aren't any running thoughts behind, but who cares?
its all surrealistic, struggling to accept- you are nowhere around.
be a characterless ***** you foolish heart- be a ***** **** you
for these unnecessary troubles-
frozen in this realm of life and death- floating around somewhere in between
only if you were around.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
The Informers
Every on is prisoner of his own interest
World is full of all types of but jugglers
Trust is eaten up by greed, avarice,lust
By ulterior motives they keep on but altar
All those who are travelers of right path
Remain always virtuous, straightforward
Against all evils they are but on warpath
They remain ready to sacrifice ,shed blood
Evil Informers die the death of a culprit
Who will have no shelter on his ***** way
To Satan his soul he will he has to submit
Being characterless with all the areas gray
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 1:21 PM UTC
The all-pervading, characterless background of the universe-
This is the void.
It isn't object nor senses.
It is the region of illusions.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 6:07 AM UTC
It's been a long time that I sat with my pen to write my desires.
I am so lost in you that before the thoughts turn into write-ups I ***
Feeling you inside me, loving me to infinity, looking into those eyes and feeling your lips and warm tongue which turn me so on that I only think about you on me as if I am meditating to my lord, my whole concentration and world becomes you.
Every time I remember the evening that I spent with you, I remember those hungry pair of eyes which make me feel so shy that I pull myself into sheets.
Your tongue talking to my ***** that thought drips wetness from my girl.
She becomes so characterless that she doesn't let me do anything but to think about your broad chest, ******* and my lips want to mark her territory.
I don't know if it's lust or love but there is nothing beyond you.
Neither do I want to think about anything other than you.
Can't wait to be in your arms again, holding you, feeling you, licking my baby, I just want bloom like a flower when sunlight falls on it.
I love you....
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
characterless and beautiful; those mourning voices- I am too accustomed- of life's ******* fumes-
is this not a reality/ or just my mind's brilliance?
I am sweet- , it's like telling me I am good but no good-
those ***** nights- that you might even **** for good
black and white- am I the only one looking at grey?
so as it appears- that lust wins, for all, and for good
is there any remedy for mind- thinking mind obsessed with your thoughts?
oh honey, did I say not that you are beautiful- we are not match.
thereby not compatible- yet I can't take my mind off you
saving me a cure, for this illness thats growing in my flesh and bones
exactly this is not a meditation- writing for heart, or memory - or say reliving lusting memory
so as it is, it may be- are we allowed to say' its hurting'
or just be shut up about life- and pretend 'its polite not to be too open'.
its like a British thing - too swallowed up inside; yet so many people on street, lying down- looking for spare change- or ***
people will say oh its 'dependence on booze'- **** you, to all- who says
but who am I to say this?
I am like running blue and black- at the same time; wishing to un-done my love
and could give them to people, who need
these words smell like decay- well break it more- who would bother
as if we really care- I feel empty, vain and disdain- how openly I confess more?
enough of this- let's just go back, this mind's brilliance is for nothing
it's all like an old brag- just take a drag, and steel the moments from night
don't be bothered- why to read this, I am not interested
there aren't any running thoughts behind, but who cares?
its all surrealistic, struggling to accept- you are nowhere around.
be a characterless ***** you foolish heart- be a ***** **** you
for these unnecessary troubles-
frozen in this realm of life and death- floating around somewhere in between
only if you were around.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC