"inconcievable" poems
When aversion arises in us, we may get jealous,
Enigmatic, but it takes against them who's vivacious.
Then we act flamboyant to cope up with them,
But when there's no encomium, life's still like a stem.
Hatred is a seed of frustration and crisis,
It builds in us nothing but prejudices,
Dont get cynical, see the world with tinted eyes,
Beauty that it holds, like at night, the fluoroscent fireflies.
Affection is indespensable which should be adduced,
It is inconcievable and cannot be induced.
Powers are always used to do something rough,
Otherwise to win the world, Love is Enough..
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
When aversion arises in us, we may get jealous,
Enigmatic, but it takes against them who's vivacious.
Then we act flamboyant to cope up with them,
But when there's no encomium, life's still like a stem.
Hatred is a seed of frustration and crisis,
It builds in us nothing but prejudices,
Dont get cynical, see the world with tinted eyes,
Beauty that it holds, like at night, the fluoroscent fireflies.
Affection is indespensable which should be adduced,
It is inconcievable and cannot be induced.
Powers are always used to do something rough,
Otherwise to win the world, Love is Enough..
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
Walk mildly,
slowly like an ascetic
Like you see the destination,
its shams and pretence,
Its momentary bliss
And the new destination again,
Walk like nothing excites you
Or worry you,
your gnawing past or
hungry present or
starving future,
Pay heed to none,
They will doubt you
Many will cast abusive looks
when you undertake a task
inconcievable by them,
Pay no attention
Move on like you are deaf
Speak not like you are dumb,
Many greats have walked this path
Deaf, Dumb and Blind,
So cut the noise
shut your eye,
This mediocre crowd
is not worthy of your attention.
Move on like an ascetic
Like you know your destination.
Jul 25, 2022
Jul 25, 2022 at 8:13 AM UTC
There is a devil inside of me.
An aspect so far removed from self,
It is so inconcievable, so impossible, and so unlike anything I could imagine.
Such selves sit in a sea of silent symphony,
Until the mania power trips into madness.
Then the screaming starts, the sad souls of infinite self, wailing their woes into every action and inaction.
But this wrongness, it has no tongue, no words of daggers. Just the mind numbing imposition of its own existence.
While it is in no particular way, its own creative, there are those of empathetic tones who transcribe its violent song into death hymns.
I sit a passenger, on a dangerous train, headed faster to hell, and I'm the devil inside.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
I wish to hug you,
A wish you are so unable to give,
If you were here I wont have let you escape from my arms,
But you arent here and thats the truth, wish if stuck together were our palms,
Just once if you hug me,
Ill live my life with the memory of your warm touch,
You cant be wid me I know that,
But your memories in my old days will support me like the crutch.
:-)
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
maria,
a woman, unknown to me
sits some where grieving
battered and beaten down
by the heaviest of burdens.
her loss, unimaginable,
but i see, many hands
lifting her up, into the sight
of gods.
many hearts ache,
many people pray
many people write
lifting her up, into the hands
of gods
i add my words of consolation
my paltry words
from a world away
know you are loved,
dear lady and though
it is inconcievable the burden, the loss,
you carry
you will be lifted up by love
into the sight of gods
this day
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
To the most stoical being alive,
Who acted as an asylum to the insolent offspring,
And made easy all these strives,
And gave my existence an inconcievable upswing.
He led me to the innocuous,
And made sure every ambition wasnt left astray,
Sustaining his progeny utmost congruous,
And desired us ecstatic and allay.
It wasn't as facile as the naive do think,
Despite all anguish and deprivation,
In the times he had dismay make him rethink,
But succoured me without an utter of isolation.
The real chevalier,
The benign protector,
The light hearted buoy,
And most importantly none but an adoring father.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC