"collywobbles" poems
“Have you seen a broken man? “
Ah, a broken man.
With a broken soul trying to gather all the shattered pieces
to put it all back together.
The eyes, which seem appealing, yet ironically are, devastated
Trying to find their release.
The shivering hands, wrinkled
which put all efforts to not reach the kitchen
and pick up the knife.
The stomach which can’t help but give collywobbles
as giving the butterflies or even the slight content from
the scanty amount of happiness
seems to require the world’s strength
To hide the pain and shove it inside the blanket
and never let it peep out.
The legs which have lost control
as laying in bed with the pillow that remains soggy
has become wonted over time
Time
which brings with it absolute nothingness
not a single blob of diversion or bliss.
The mind that tries to figure out ways
to escape from the crowd and vanish into solitude as
nothing else seems to give pleasure.
The eyes which have become unaware of any chore,
Other than holding back the heavy flow of the saline drops
descending down the cheeks
Unremitting.
As being sensitive is
probably the most irking and repellent trait one can possess.
The heart that longs to disappear into the abyss
never wanting to come back
pleading Him to take away his life
As the only release,
the only emancipation
he hit upon was eluding from the mayhem
and give up on holding his very last breath.
“Yes, I have seen a broken man and to tell you, it’s the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
Tick tok tickles the clock
Cricket sound was reverberating in my mind
I can feel my soul being soaked
In my own sweat
This gives me such collywobbles
Im still putting my feelings into words
Yet Im torn between sending or keeping it
What will I do?
**** Im gonna send this",
I finally utter.
"I have a deep regard for you."
Sent 11:48pm
I broke into tears because of this nervousness in me.
I let a deep sigh out.
Seen 11:50pm was all I can see on the screen
No typing.
No reply.
Nothing.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
I could still see you.
The manner the wind tousles
you straight, unruly hair,
The firm grip of your spectacles
on your big nose,
That silly dance you do
whenever it rains,
The inside lines
of your wrist I used to adore - used to.
I could still feel you.
The weight of your arm
on my shoulders,
The dampness of your lips
on mine,
The irrational collywobbles
whenever you smile unexpectedly,
The heartfelt embraces
I used to long for - used to.
It's still you - used to.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
We sat, we talked, we sang in rhymes
Then listened to the girl by the lake
All night long she’ll talk and chime
About the man on the moon
He’s tall, he's short or what you may
He's wild and crazy and loves his time
He dreams of kids and sends them sweets
He listens to your stories when
It’s night here but bright on the moon
The innocence of the night
Pure and bright
Filled with bliss,
The wind dost hiss
It was cold that night as the waters’ kiss
The stars were sparse
In a vat of darkness
I stared with a purse
As the face of the moon
In ripples dispersed
We sat in circles as she told the riddles
Whisht! She whispers
The answer’s calling
Blank and void
My mind was young
Her eyes had lit
But my eyes were little
What’s your name?
Her voice was kind
I stared and smiled
With a vacant expression
Wish I knew I rubbed my eyes
Slow and steady the night crept
Darker and serene
The lights reproached
Down my spine a sharp cold went
I knew I've had the collywobbles
But why I thought?
Oh! My blanket’s been moved
I must've kicked it in my sleep
She smiled and hugged me
Kissed my forehead
If you don’t know your name
I’ll just call you mine
I grinned with comfort
For I loved her so
And all I dreamed of
Was the girl by the lake
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC