"frenziedly" poems
The words come flowing out when the blood is boiling under. That is when vengeance comes to rescue your soul
longing to fulfill our thirst .
I just want to strike him with my rage
and want to literally burn him into ashes just so that I can roll into those, deathlike corporeal ruins
leaving soul frenziedly lust of mine to satiate .
I want to hold some of his powdery residual remains
as the rest
just scatters by ;
staring at my ascendancy.
Till then let another par of anger pile up and
get that load off
with my bare hands ,
bathing in the
pleasant sight of his blood stains .
My vendatta would be eternally be lasting even in afterlife .
After all it is a fight of a soul to get his righteous stand someday and may that be by ,
A
DEATH
OF
THE
OTHER
ONE
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
meteorites in fire display, create an ingenious word craft
***** sky frenziedly reads the amorous request, shudders,
swift, transparent cloud, embraces the lonesome gloomy moon,
she is falling in to pieces, desire drives a knife of pain through her heart.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
A thousand untamed words will unleash the other thousand too ,
from the memoirs ,
caged in a rust full of room ::
I will throw a pebble of darkness
into the chasm of stagnation .
Then the ripples of cold will feel,
lacerating my skin from under,
as if someone
scratching the pith of my soul frenziedly .
The denseness of blood
murkier than darkness
oozing of out my arteries
while the fallen angel
~LUCIFER~
sitting on his throne ,
ardently longing me ,
TO
TAKE
ME
BY
HIS
SIDE .
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Do not pity me, for I do not wake in the middle of the night from hunger, as some do…
Nor do I suffer not being able to hold my love, for at least I have arms to hold her.
Though I may not have riches to see a fine play or dine in pleasure,
I can wake to a morning sunrise, and drink of it’s beauty till I am full.
My shoes may not be the fanciest, nor keep my feet dry in the rain,
But they remind me that I do not have to walk bare foot upon the stones.
I once raced along life’s highways, working frenziedly for things of wealth.
I see now as I walk more slowly, that which I had passed by unseen.
For by giving up some of the luxury of life, I have found more time for beauty.
Without riches, I still have more treasure in simple things once taken for granted.
Castles and fine rugs can only soften my step, they cannot teach me how to walk.
Do not pity me, for life has taught me more than I could teach myself,
In the hardships I have learned to survive, and appreciate simpler things.
When I sit and enjoy the twilight show of a setting sun, I pray for those who cannot see,
I close my eyes and feel the warmth, and listen to the wind as they do, and enjoy it still.
I take a moment to reflect upon what I have enjoyed this day.
And when the morrow comes, I will seek out other of life’s simple treasures.
Do not pity me, for my treasures abound… in life.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
We wrote away frenziedly,
not even stopping to read our words.
A letter per meal,
only to be eventually burnt
away, with our adolescence.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Passing countless
seas
and the oceans
His sailing ship drifts
in a horizontally long distance
The indigo sky and the
colour of the ocean harmonize
He listens to the dolphin's
songs
with rapt attention
The fears of storms,
whales
and sharks
completely evaporate
Handsome
Sinbad
forgets
to cast anchor
The fears
of storms,
sharks
and whales
completely evaporate
He has a fascination with the waves
The albatrosses
and the seagulls
keep Sinbad company
Lots
of treasures
are hidden
in
the oceans
Sinbad is frenziedly searching
for these
A mass
of blue water reflects
in the eyes
of the audacious
sailor
The ship peregrination
of Sinbad is longer than
the Arabian
Nights.
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 7:40 AM UTC