"enchained" poems
How beautiful is the life
With all its vibrant colours
The colours which define its creativity
Life is colour,colour is life
Shades of translucent rainbow
Casting his grace on embellished life
The allured tints of the moring sun
Captivating the vivacity in people's life
How abhorent the nature be
Enchained,restricted without the colours
Blemishing the ornamentation garnished from heaven
But suddenly the grandness breathed for its life
As colours started to play an illusive vibe
Awakening the sluggishness in one's life
Unfolding the colours honesty with ecstasy.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
There is a weird
And not so wonderful fetish
Particularly British
Common
Amongst commoners
In the United Kingdom
Although the aristocracy
And royalty
Are seen by all
With eyes to see
To have behaved
Abominally
Tortured and twisted
Enslaved, enchained
***** re-shaped
With bloodstained hands
The entire planet
Sending ordinary
More innocent
English men
To do their ***** work
Their dastardly
Disastrous deeds
As slaves of knaves
Through common British eyes
These horrible people
Are placed high upon
Holy pedestals
Romanticized
Idealized, Idolized
Canonized
Perhaps there's some
Vicarious thrill
Exercising
Enforcing
Power and evil will?
But the hand no pleasure gets
When, through rubbing, wets itself!
Sean Hunt
Windermere January 1st 2016
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
Your desolate heart is the only moor to which I am barren.....
It was a Saturday in November, yea I still remember. I confessed my profound feelings to what now appears to be a hollow frame of shattered dreams. And the distance between us seems to only lengthen. Well maybe I'm okay with it, maybe I really just don't give a **** I've had enough of you deficating upon my desperate hopes. Tired of you spitting on me, tired of you ******** on me. Quite frankly, I no longer care to be here; in this feeding pit where you starve me love and fill me with false hope and pain. I can't stay here..it's draining everything that I am and try to be, can't you see..you're ******* killing me, constantly shoving me aside, guess what. The truth is, I stopped loving you for while.. now and I just feel so alive now. I feel free. No longer enchained by meaningless hi's and goodbyes, most importantly, no more compromise. I've stopped selling myself promising futures, I realised that I'd be broke if I kept buying into my beautiful sins. Sacrificing everything for the sake of you in my life, clipping my own wings and bearing a heart that knows of nothing but strife. You disgust me, the taste of your name on my tongue makes my blood boil and my face wry. You no longer have to accept me because this is goodbye for sure.I don't want you, I don't need you, I don't love you...anymore.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
The black night’s ebbing tide
erased the only remaining hints,
the cresting long ocean swells
did not cleanse without a trace.
Adrift and lethargically bobbing
seaweed entangled teakwood box
of water-logged photographs, drowning,
surrendered from the heart of the sea
Like molted wild feathers cast ashore with the tide
to the coarse specks of rasping sands,
Darwin's dream in an emptied sea-bubble popped,
dissipated into its own haplessness,
bestrewn about an untrodden seashore
Washed out snapshots of life’s disregarded minutia
enchained to an ordinary forgotten Kodachrome moment
left out to the consequences of the ever fickle tides,
abandoned happenstance spilled by chance
upon another undiscovered world
The warped and bloated wooden box encasement,
hoary with swollen furrowed woodgrain s,
wearied by an enduring measureless moment adrift;
as if an ill-fated message in a misbegotten leaky bottle,
corked with marooned good intentions,
and images of disappearing dreams
flung out shipwrecked in barnacled azure glass
beneath a sky so far away
someone you used to know
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
love me true
so love me true
(im okay)
(im okay)
love me as a real man wants
love me like a real man needs
love aint nothin to have
love is somethin to FEEL
love is somethin that gives
love aint nothin that HEALS!
it just is
LOVE
there is a story
our lives write down
in flesh and blood
on the living streets
come
we'll see eachother
thru to the end
we suppossed to be
on top of the hill
not just enchained
love aint somethin we gotta DO!
love is the only truth
so
love me true
so love me true
(im okay)
(im okay)
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 2:00 PM UTC
Stuck in my own prison
My thoughts have enchained me
Bound to these feelings that I crave
Desiring the closure that I deserve
You took my shallow heart and gave it depth
Then you left
Making me believe that there's so much more to hold on to
Then letting go
Now I'm the only one holding on
Also holding on to all these mixed emotions
While you let go of everything we had
I'm starting to think we never had it
Please disconnect me from these memories
I need to breathe
I inhaled you
You exhaled me
I give you more
You give me nothing
Now I'm trapped in this lost and found
And you'll never come back to reclaim what you once had
Maybe it's because you never lost it
You let it go and found something new..
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
//////
Enchained since puberty
Enchained in manic mutilating scorn
We
Mystic playmates
Of eachother and the gods
••
Drifting
The mountains
We
Are the waters and the years
••
SEED SEED SEED SEED
••
The garden and the gardener
•
Adam and Eve
The fountain
We who make the creation
LAST
Thru all contingencies
•••
Little tiny beings born to love
To nurture and sustain
••
••
we
••
••
Enchained since puberty
created a need for TRUST
And allowed
Demons to enslave
All the righteous powers that were ours alone
••
BATHE !
In the RIVERS OF GOD
IN EACHOTHER'S FRAGRACES!
••
Nothing else must touch
Or
Define you on any way
•
Be
Lovely and free
Be
The ONE who shall ASCEND
dissolving all pain and chains
Into
Magical faces !
And gentle strength
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
I stand terrified.
Stone in my shoes.
Face to face with a monster.
The monster itself was crouched squeezing it's knees.
My gaze locked with wide emerald eyes. Staring deep revealing a clearer image.
Words written on every inch of the skin. Nothing bare.
No hint of clean scriptless skin.
Just ink.
The words themselves grotesque.
Deep descriptive fears of one's self.
Words that have been hidden but never forgotten.
Thin limbs.
Simply skin covering bone.
Just a thin barrier keeping the body safe.Fragile bony hands that were bound at the wrist.
Restricted.
Enchained.
The face was the worst.
Dark hollow cheeks.
Pale dry lips cracked from movement.
Dark craters lie under the pits that hold the soul.
I knew that face.
That face was mine.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
It’s like peeling back the curtains
It’s like dusting off an old trophy
It’s like opening a sealed trunk
You’re pulling at the very fabric of my existence
And I like being discovered
Especially by you
And then I wonder if it is meant to be
If you’ll like me when that’s all there is
The curtains drawn
No mystery
No suspense
Just
Plain
Unchanging
Old
All my secrets told
Nothing else to see
Plain Old Me
And I can’t allow that
So I shut up
Like slamming close a book
Like a rubber band snapping in place
To back before
When you didn’t know me
When you didn’t care to know me
When I couldn’t get hurt
Safe in dull ignorance
A door- less enclosed space
And windows to taunt
Force me to see what could have been
Trapped in my own security
Willingly enchained
And yet longing for what I gave up
Trapped in an internal circle
of misery
Is that what love is?
A choice between two awful extremes
Forced to pick my poison
And somehow through all the heartbreaks and heartaches
I choose love every time
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 3:51 PM UTC
Deep in slumber,
Drenched in rain.
She sleeps
Exhausted from pain.
Her heart bleeds,
Emotions enchained.
In chaos
Nothing is gained.
Burning in darkness,
Engulfed in flame.
She can't even remember
Her own name.
A sky filled with ravens,
Visions of a heinous face.
She watched
As her lover fell from grace.
She cried in sorrow,
But, it was in vain.
She woke up to realise
It was that nightmare again!
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2019.
All Rights Reserved.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
As a man, I contemplate my thoughts just beyond the boundary of breaking waves on the shore. An endless symmetry stands before me. The ocean with its crash and calm takes any and all forms. Yet though it morphs its shape, its nature always remains. To be life and to contemplate life. A mere thought that has enchained the minds of greater men. In the grand symphony of time, we find ourselves in the 21st Century. Where there are those who postulate the Theory of Illusion. Each of our own odysseys reduced to the hallucinatory will of my brain. Tell me then, how does one illusion contemplate its own existence from within? My gaze refocuses out to the endless blue horizon, and I imagine the shape of it all. Though we take many forms, our nature prevails. Social animals some would say. I prefer a different metaphor, shepherds of knowledge. Though our collective knowledge flaunts many costumes, our true nature perseveres unfettered. Through the ages we carry all human ingenuity, meanings, and purpose inside some unspoken tome. It does not erode against the battering winds of time. It can not be sunken to the depths. It endures in this very contemplation. My wandering inquisitive mind cannot help but wonder what abstract thought will be captured in this very spot a thousand years from now. For some this conjures a mysterious existential dread, but I can only stand and smile. My mind lets me step outside the binding flow of time and watch the world unfold. Campfires under the crescent moon to villages etched out on verdant ground, and here now to the grand gusto of modern cities. Endless forms and shapes pushing towards our ultimate nature. To understand that purpose in the universe if left by our boot impressions on the mud. The cosmos is our endless ocean. Out there; waiting, for our contemplative minds to shape it.
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 2:54 AM UTC
The beach
and I
alone
the winter night
I hear its sigh
mingling
with my own
there are words
in silence
between us
a strange kinship
forged in stillness
I can't explain why
my feet touch
the soft tender sand
a vibration
it does seem
to travel through
my total being
am I in a dream?
I feel
there's life
hidden
vibrant
in its every particle
and atom
I'm reminded
all at once
nature is a miracle
in every manifestation
open to the sympathetic eye
the sea recedes
at a late hour
it sings a dirge
as though
in a painful cry
the sky
is empty
no cloud
is in sight
the moon shivers
the stars slowly
away they fade
and die
man and nature
each bears a heart
they share rapture
and pain they harbour
against the backdrop
of time and its temper
Sturm und Drang
the sweet and sad songs
they had at the beginning
together embraced
and sung
after tonight
I'll never be
the same again
for life's mystery
I have tasted
and drunk
the hours quicken
the trees they wail
and the winds they sail
in gentle sweep
the leaves are shaken
a voice ethereal drifts
through the waters
the ripples are silenced
I harken
as though
in obedience:
' I'm the first
of time
but willed
not to be the last
enchained
like Prometheus
to unending years
yet humans not one
do know my tears
and you whom
I meet tonight
will carry my message
and relate my story
and agony
near and far
for how blessed
you humans are
to know
the taste
of mortality'.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
All the questions I could ask myself
About you and I and we and us
Does not hold a candle to the truth outshining us.
I do not need to hear your words, although you know I long to.
You've slipped away, a swaying phase, unsteady as the moon
In your island you're always hiding far out of reach for me.
I know the rules and I try to tip-toe around them.
Caught in a roulette wheel, shooting myself in the foot.
Swinging on the vines like Tarzan in the jungle, my Jane
Does not belong to me, enamored, enchained,
To this life I'm in, I shall indeed remain.
You are a glittering spotlight far away,
The light tower,
And I am only a glint in the corner of your eyelash,
I might cower,
The instant you turn to me, the minute you decide to fight for me.
The right hour
I am able to be yours, in this life, if ever, you have me,
So clever, wrapped in maroon silk cocoon, staved away,
For you, alone, always unable to love another, steal me from my lover like plunder, come find me on my shores
And take what has always been yours.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC
Feel the force of the broken ones
Blindly lashing at the branches
Afraid to strike the root and see
The end to their negative solidarity
Streets seethe under daylight’s pressure:
The negative solidarity movement marches forth.
But I remember as I stand here watching on,
That they say the night is always darkest before the dawn.
In fear the masses converge
Under banners devoid of vision,
Understanding,
And love.
No light of freedom glints in eyes
That look for solutions from above:
“The state will cure the sickness
of self-centeredness,
Greed,
And Lust,
It will bring the order to our lives
Our cities,
Our nation,
Our trust.”
But the state can protect us only
From the violence we cause each other
Its touch never brings the love we crave
From every man as our brother.
It cements its rule with force’s power
That in love’s absence, projects a veneer
Of a nation’s people bound together
Though, in fact, they’re bound by fear.
The state’s hand touches where we’ve succumbed
To the blind hatred that keeps us enchained
To our selfishness that preys on others
And acts on lies we’ve entertained.
The state lets us live with the sad folly
Of not looking our fellow man in the eyes
And knowing his pain, troubles and joy
While living with him every day of our lives.
I dream one day we’ll realize the truth
That our nation was not of fiat born
But birthed by freedom’s present light
From which the state has had us torn.
I dream one day we’ll see the truth
That love and freedom must lead the fight
Against state slavery and its chains
But ’till then we march:
Left, right,
Left, right,
Left, right.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
I yearn to exist in a space where the stars all but blaze
Where stars aren't celebrities
Where they bask in the night sky unpolluted
And just exist
I crave truly being in an environment that does not depend upon phone screens
Where my peers and myself do not walk through life in an addicted daze
Unaware of the haze that descends as an effect of such technological dependence
We are walking around with our eyes unconsciously searching for the stimulus that society constantly feeds us
These electronic signals flashing upon thin panels of glass
And This is what we call Living
The dopamine flooding our brain when that text vibration brings our popularity to attention
Capturing our attention holding it captive
We are prisoners of our own purchases
Rusting our humanity away enchained
In a web of unsocial media and notifications
We never have any silence
When was the last time you just sat silent doing nothing
When was the last time you allowed your mind even a sliver of space to just exist
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
The dim gold of sunrise draws across land:
Young men digest and passionately toil.
The sojourns of eager bees spread and feed
And mulch the land with rash conviction.
This virile Spring breeds.
The long slow gray of a life enchained
Is removed and sick. Its pallid face peers
Through glass unclear and thick. Yet still no rays
Can pass through old, and older still: The mountain's
Dreadful, rocky face.
-c. c. Condry
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 8:27 PM UTC
Who?
..
We say so much
We
Touch so seldomly
Strangely estranged
Humanity
Enchained
----
Terrorized by our own indifference
And what this means
_
A movie
Horror movie!
A SCREAM!
--
A
Scream
( a child on the street)
MOVING SLOWLY OFF TO SCHOOL
What's that thing he holds in his hands?
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
1.
The rain is falling on the neighbourhood,
Our garden takes its share, and my good hat;
Out of the border shelter of its brood
A snail creeps in the wet across the path
Leaving the soaking flowerbed for the grass
Seeking continuation of its good,
Slow through the time a timeless quest for food
Elaborates the beating of its heart.
The creep is me, a wierdo what I am.
What am I doing here? I don’t belong here,
Enchained upon the dirt, constrained responder
Bellyfoot, headfoot mollusc, unmoving clam
I try to stir from where I first began,
Make in the gulf’s depths one thing new appear.
2.
A drought within my throat, an aching head,
Stoically for this world’s shock wave I brace.
The life which thus far has my spirit fed
Despairs, yet faithfully girds itself to face
The waste and rapine of this nightmare place
Where theft under coercion’s always bred
Mass victims all unjustly ***** and fled,
Violated to their utmost inner space.
What is the soul to do with this its life?
Awakened from the nothing of a sleep
One time? To local manners keep?
Or for some travel, hard to purpose drive
By that for longer to at least survive?
It’s wet again. The snails are on the creep.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC
It is dark and it's raining.
Your beings are enchained but
The Book, The Book,
Your Book is not explaining.
Rain: Is it You crying
from the sky and
smiling and sympathizing
with me?
Or is it You humming
to Taylor Swift and
doing laundry, not hearing
my screams?
Your Book, Your Book
It is misunderstood
God, Your beings are being
oppressed for just being.
It wasn't Your intention then
But now, don't You see?
The powerful use the Book
To have power over the weak!
The Book, The Book
Says your Golden Gates
are closed for me.
For just showing sympathy?
When did it become
a choice between,
The Book, The Book
and humanity?
The Book, The Book
Says You care a lot
And then it says
you don't care at all.
Which creature to love
and which to not.
To help you decide,
Is there a Lucky Draw?
Why will you let,
those who repeat
"The Book, The Book",
easily off the hook?
But those who dare to think,
judge between bad and good
are the ones who get
The Look, The Look?
And if behind those Golden Gates
Are bad people chanting
"The Book, The Book"
I'm not sure I want to enter.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 6:43 AM UTC
As the blanket of the night falls in upon my soul
A voice cries out - it pierces me; a cry I can't control.
A melody of rhythms pulsate in my mind.
A harmony of triads, so dissonant and strong
Cries out in desperate longing for connection with the One
Whose music fills an empty heart and soothes the one undone.
This melody it haunts me as I fight to find some peace.
A song enchained in denial's hole - the curtain held in place.
Fighting with my deep desires, fear's words win over me.
I arise and try to sing above this tragedy.
I tuck away the voice inside - deafening its cry.
The new song I sing is more pleasing to my outer man's facade.
No depth, no joy, no lasting message; I find no real release.
The song within breaks through my mind and I'm driven to my knees.
My voice now sings the melody each note now resonates.
At first alone, the chorus sounds as it rises up to meet
The anthem's song of praise to Him Who sits upon the throne.
Deliverance is its sweet refrain - my voice now unrestrained.
I am lifted to a higher place drowning in this song of praise.
It's You O God, my King, my Love -
To You my heart does sing
A song of love and great desire
My soul is set on fire!
The intimacy I fought so long, now choosing to receive
I join with You in our love song
Fore'er with You I'll be.
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
I yearn to exist in a space where the stars all but blaze
Where “stars” aren’t celebrities their plaster faces plastered
on magazine covers lining the shopping aisles
But where they bask in the night sky unpolluted
And exist radiantly
Where the culture ceases to revolve around
the newest latest fashion or video
And instead revolves around the ripening of figs
And the blooming of chrysanthemums
And the migrations of the swallows
Where we look like awestruck children
to those unpolluted stars above us
and this great earth around us
to tell the time and pass the seasons,
Living then in harmony with the revolution of the very soil and air
from which our life flows
It’s easy to forget
I crave an environment
that does not depend upon phone screens
Where my peers and myself do not walk through life
in an addicted daze
Unaware of the haze that descends as an effect
of such technological dependence
We are walking around with our eyes unconsciously searching
for the stimulus that society constantly feeds us
We are tripping over ourselves just trying to keep up
These electronic signals flashing upon thin panels of glass
And This is what we call Living
The dopamine flooding our brains
when that text vibration brings our popularity to attention
Capturing our attention holding it captive
We are prisoners of our own purchases
Stepping into voluntary chains
Producing our wrists for shackles
Rusting our humanity away enchained
in a web of unsocial media and notifications
We neglect to make space for our own existence
Disconnecting from our own physical experience
We don't even feel our fingers typing and swiping
Hoarding gluttonous over likes and comments and click bait headlines
Consumed by our own consummation
We never have any silence
I yearn to exist in a space where our eyes like stars all but blaze
Awake with acute awareness of the present moment
Where we break shackles and push comfort zones
Basking in the raw beauty of an exuberant life we are conscious to experience
I yearn to exist together as radiant as the stars in the vastest galaxy
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Lo! On the wing of heavy gales,
Through the boundless arch of the sky he sails,
Unspeaking, rapid, immensely strong,
His silent shadow is borne along
By his steeds of fog and cloud and hail,
The earth does shake and the skies do wail.
The skies darken fast, and the golden blaze
Of the sun is quenched in a lurid haze,
Then black, a black of a starless night
When clouds descend and block all light.
I stand, I wait, I hold no fear,
My body poised and my mind is clear.
He is come! He is come! Do ye not behold
His ample robes on the wind unrolled?
How his huge and writhing arms are bent,
To clasp the zone of the firmament,
And fold at length, in their dark embrace,
From mountain to mountain the visible space.
And he sends through the shade a funeral ray—
A glare that is neither night nor day,
A beam that touches, with hues of death,
The clouds above and the earth beneath.
And with the glare comes a heart-wrenching cry,
Solemn, grave and joy deprived.
And with the cry falls fast the tears,
Lashing, bitter, punishing, drear.
His tears the lashing rain that breaks
In torrents away from the airy lakes,
Heavily poured on the shuddering ground,
And shedding a nameless horror round.
Darker—still darker! The whirlwinds bear
The dust of the plains to the middle air:
And hark to the crashing, long and loud,
His agony, high up in the thunder cloud!
A whirling ocean that fills the wall
Of the crystal heaven, and buries all!
I stand, braced ‘gainst his icy breath
And speak, my voice strong – I’ve no fear of death.
“Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
I know thy breath in the burning sky!
Calm thy storm, I know thy pain!
I too lost my lover – my heart was enchained!”
“Thy agony is clear, but why dost thou cry?
For can ye not see that before you ‘tis I?
I’ve roamed o’er hill, mountain, valley and glen –
I have searched for too long to lose thee again!
My love! Reach down to the earth and clasp me securely
And united together forever we’ll be!”
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
UKRAINE WAR
Enchained by his own
creation in Ukraine
Zilensky now counts
his wounds and sees
a spectacle of ravage
before extinction
Joe Biden couldn’t help
the avalanche of night
now wrapped in rubble
none left to shed tears
keep memories of the sun
now steeped in darkness
--R K Singh
Dec 3, 2022
Dec 3, 2022 at 5:39 AM UTC
Oh
Poor soul
Never seen the world
Only from a hole
Controlled from birth
As the Earth began to roll
Perspective of the world
From you they stole
As time goes by
Your innocence is broken
Piece by piece
Kiss by kiss
And your knowledge rises
Much like yeast
As we wait for the day
You unleash your beast
And then we feast
Enchained in the depth of illusion
Being fed lies and confusion
And when delusion
Takes over
Its all gone
Cause' bove you the truth will hover
I see you
You and your sealed hole
You nd your controlled soul
I said I see you
You and your puppy eyes
Eating these fluffy lies
Yeah I heard her cries
But her attitude is what I despise
I would
Release you from your prison
But you'd change
Like the season
Without giving me a reason
Your day will come
Blood darkened deep red
Like crimson
Grow old young one
Grow old your child
See it for yourself
Whether hot or mild
Keep exploring
The cool and wild
Curiosity in your brain
Like papers
It piled
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
I am stuck
My feet are stones
Enchained into this dream
Unable to wake up
Unable to move on
I just watch disaster
Settling into my bones
As I run into the arms of the Devil
I am burning alive
Unable to wake up
Unable to slow down
I just watch disaster
Messing up everything I had faith in
And I cannot free myself from this nightmare
I need your arms to chase them away
But my pride pushed them away
You know I am weak
But I won't show it
And when I wake up
I cannot move on
You've disappeared into the night
You're the dust of my dream
Living when I am
Asleep
Dead when I am
Alive
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC