"maskless" poems
The mind, divine
Through the vine
Of time
Tangled, entwined
In some
Grand design
Of marvelous form
And numberless prime
A nothingness enshrined
All the light
We cannot see
Lovely, dark,
Soundless and deep
Figures shift, restless
In the mist
A maskless mayhem
Patiently waits
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 1:24 PM UTC
A perfect man for me was never moulded by a box,
A box that screamed multitude of labels
To satiate the chaotic minds of society,
A belonging judged by feudality, no rhyme or reason required or questioned.
A perfect man for me was never measured by material things,
He gives abundantly by just being around,
An illuminating source of comfort on the other end listening,
Empathising and leaving a trail of laughter that makes me fall even deeper.
A perfect man for me was never masked crusader (okay, maybe Batman sometimes),
He is maskless for the world to bask in his genuity,
No bounds or limitations set on his acts of kindness and love,
Selfless and generous with his time, blind to any creed or pedigree.
A perfect man for me was never one to run away from problems,
Valiantly facing the raging bulls head on,
Inner strength personified by his poise and determination,
"I will get through this unscathed and no one will stop me".
A perfect man for me was never an owner of a cold crackled heart,
Headstrong, gallantly keeps the family together in a bind of unconditional love,
Lovingly adores his sunshine, making sure she knows she is loved with the same fervour,
Day in and day out, void of complains and pettiness, as the world turns.
A perfect man for me was never perfect,
Owning up to his flaws and shortcomings and being aware of mine,
A cycle that is never vicious but one that is laced with acceptance and non-judgments,
He inspires the best version of myself as he aspires to better himself.
A perfect man for me spells Y-O-U,
And the way that you are is exactly how I love Y-O-U.
Shalini Nayar
24.11.14
(C) 2014
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Although, I’m mindful of the President’s tweets
and the pundits’ chatter;
And, while I keep up with the world news that matters;
Amid the pandemic, the politics, and the police brutality;
I often settle my spirit on . . . poetry.
I take some time.
I free my mind.
S l o w l y, I sip from a glass of smooth merlot wine.
I relax,
I kickback,
and I ride the rhythm of the rhymes.
Because after a bit,
the constant “Breaking News,”
the quarantine,
the vanishing Lysol disinfectant spray amid covid19,
the social-distancing,
the quest for a vaccine,
the protest rallies,
the unsettling maskless scenes,
and the viewing of America’s racial unrest,
just invites unwanted and needless mental stress.
So, during these anxious days of shelter in place,
I retreat to a quiet and pleasing space,
where literature calms all worries within.
I find a book. Take a sip.
And, I warmly welcome fiction like a cherished friend.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
Everybody knows life is easy for a pretty girl with white skin.
Everybody knows life is easy for a pretty girl with white skin
Coated to the brim
With makeup because she just can't find the right mask
That will allow her face to collapse
So her "friends" won't ever ask
"Are you okay?"
Because she's not.
And she. is. HOT.
But she's been bothered
By the hands of her father
Who swore to protect her
But then disappeared and
Let her get taken to her knees begging
Please... please... please put the knife away, baby.
I swear I'll stay.
You're hurting me!
What did I say?
No.
She said no when he told her to strip
Because the thought made her sick
And he answered with a hit to her pretty white face.
*****
Learn your place.
Nobody knows what to do with a girl with bruises on her pretty white skin.
Nobody knows what to do with a girl with bruises on her pretty white skin.
Cuts on her lips that crack and bleed when she grins.
No makeup,
No hiding,
No faking,
She's done fighting.
No more friends so she's dying.
She writes her will but she's crying
So the paper is bent like her back to the sharp wind that whips her into submission. Is this the world's mission?!
SIT DOWN AND SHUT THE **** UP!!
She could just step in front of that truck.
Let them win.
Don't let them win.
Hear the strangers whisper,
"Don't trust the pretty girl with white skin."
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
Hidden
Hidden in secrets
in lies
No longer having ties
to who I am
I wear a mask
A mask to change
Rearrange
Deranged
to be judged
reputation smudged
Covered in fake
my mask to make
No truth
Hidden, tucked away in a booth
Back of my head
wishing I was dead
So kind
They don’t mind
me
Before I can judge
I must be judged, right?
Well I will not be judged without a fight
I will use all my might
Who is society to tell her she’s not worth it
Him he’s not going to make it
and me I’m not a poet
but I will say what I want about my mask
Painted
Tainted
I have to make it
Make me
Fake me
The world can’t shake me
Maybe break me
No
because I have the key
the key to my destiny
The key
that comes with a fee
to take off my mask
and be me
be you
be he
be she
be we
We together
Stand together
Get together
And remove our mask of
hate
fate
lies
dead like flies
fake
remake
together
We are unique
No longer weak
Together we seek
The maskless faces
The faces like our own
Now its our turn
To watch our masks burn.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 5:09 PM UTC
combustible
is the feeling
streaming inside you:
a rose rolled up
in a bloated tidal wave
amniotic, aglow
it tastes like gold and fury
like the atomic composition
of a dying star
and there is dedication there
an extraterrestrial fervor of love
which persists as tirelessly
as our dear moon circles this planet
even though it has been
pocked so many times by
unidentifiable things hurled
from the root of deep deep space,
even though it is marked
so physically and permanently
by the gravity
of its worship
you are full with it,
the rain-slicked gravel
the buds unclenched
the sonorous maskless
moment when you reached
for her
and she did not let you
go empty
your belly is aquiver
and your chest is unlatched
and god
billions of prisms could never catch
all this light
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Go to sleep, stop doing this.
Stop ignoring the night.
It can see you.
Maskless in it's own dark,
watching you
Wide awake, rebelling.
Stirring up noises that
slice through the required
hours of quiet.
No one lives through the night,
and lives to tell about it.
At some point the barrier breaks,
and out bursts
comets, meteors,
darkness laced with
the celestial bodies of the stars,
contrasting.
Expanding and contracting,
rolling towards the center.
You are the center.
Magnetic you.
Growling and howling wind,
ripping through space rock,
comes closer.
Shrapnel spins in wildly
from all directions.
I see you trapped in the whirlwind
spirals from space.
I am the infinite night,
throwing satellites,
digging black holes,
blinding you.
Submit to me.
Give in to me.
Sleep inside the universe,
where it's safe.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 1:53 AM UTC
Look around,
What do I see?
13 Dead Men
Looking at me
Wave my hands through the ink filled air,
life has been unfair,
But I am happy so long as I get my share.
Stress and suicide always on my mind,
A smile on my face is all you will e'er find.
For my tears fall in a secret place
So far away from earth's face.
In the pursuit of happiness I do give chase
Post haste!
On a Red horse it cannot escape.
Is this heaven or is it hell?
Halls of confusion I know so well.
I see the pain but I still leave my shell,
On my way to count how many angels' fell.
How can I tell?
Oh, with memories the Crystalline doth swell.
I hear echoes here.
here are the things I fear,
the things so far that they're near.
Pages float weightlessly,
As if e'er timeless.
I live Fateless, See?
Read this well, your Highness.
The grass is so green,
The skies so grey.
For many years I haven't seen
Night or day.
I Await the rain,
to wash away the stains
of blackened grains.
There was fire,
Here remains desire,
In my eyes lack the dire
At least here I am Maskless..
Carpe Diem
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
When the ivory's just worn bones
all the kings broken thrones
pride and proper
turning down gold for copper
death of glory
death of tradition
death of wealth
death of health
When maskless faces
are lost in familiar places
the royalty complex
that you are special and understanding
you stand on gods landing
speak with angels then
there's reality
all angles not angles
the crazy ones
talking to 90 degree
corners
like a child on punishment
sent to sulk
at breaking her moms ivory seat.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
My heart could be out getting yours.
Should be.
But superstition is what kills love.
And I'm not.
I mustn't be the music that you hear.
The lights.
I ask myself if flying also means falling.
Eyes closed.
Silence is a never ending statement.
All in vain.
While I watch you passing by the sun.
Outshined.
And you are also the moon, invisible.
Can't reach.
I undress better with words, completely.
All the leafs.
Protected by an untouched bubble.
Like a kiss.
Memories can also be driven by fear.
And the future.
I'm always found by dawn, when I'm an angel.
Maskless.
My heart could be out getting yours.
You know?
Every birth is pain, violence, and love.
Even light.
Every new love is and empty handed heart.
Until you go out.
You are inside the dream, behind the glass.
And you smile.
A No is better than a lie, you know?
You know?
When is the right time to shoot one's bolt?
Never was.
Is the mirage in the eye or in the mind?
Oh, but it is.
My heart could have been out getting yours.
It is lost.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
If you want some context for my last text best to ask my next ex then my last one again next
Maskless just like way back, i missed that yet I’m seeing sides which i wish i could forget
Mixed with the definite scent of yesterday’s whores-breath
One look of regret and then it turns to a threat
Maybe it’s me, maybe not (I’m perplexed - is it worth the broken life that’s mine i die to save by getting out alive meanwhile my loved ones wish me dead)
No one need change - best guess we best just leave alone, strangers instead we both find love with another without each other’s ghosts
I wished them all well and all the while they wish me so much less
I
Give Take
III I
She
Lives for free from fake love
I digress
We
Hate this
Almost as much as
We
Hate us
I meet in the middle having made half of the mess with my neglect - my best guess:
I’ll be left with less than i request when I swallow what pride that i have left for a chance to protect
all those lies of love she spun from spite and her need to be perceived as right -
No fight is worth the loss of time we waste on hate to feed our egos we go way too far to ever find ground equal
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 11:32 PM UTC
Why do I feel like
the only actor
Among Y'all humans
Why do I feel like
the only sinner
Among y'all saints.
Why do I feel like
the only masked man
Among Y'all maskless.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
I'm so antivax maskless, I'm petitioning the courts to remove my polio and smallpox, diphtheria and whooping cough, and measles Vax from my *** immediately.
I want to be free of serums, free
to enjoy paralysis, coughs and fevers like God made me.
Shit my glasses are fogged up.
Wait a minute.
Freedom is an ignominious thing
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 12:48 AM UTC
Oh my dear Corona
What on earth have we done to you?
With or without wearing a mask
We could neither live nor die.
You came in through the air.
To stop us travelling by air.
Object us from breathing the way we were
To walk maskless on the streets became so rare.
You flew in uninvited.
You made people become intimidated.
You took our rights ignoring legislation norms.
You made our lives miserable by questioning our norms.
The old has almost lost its worth
The colours have almost faded in youth.
The bride and groom are chocking to accept maskless wedding bells.
The newborns won't know how a maskless dwells.
Like a demon, you ****** our blood in the ways possible.
Eliminating a commoners purpose in life is the norm for you.
Should an infant learn to wear a mask before it treats to suckle?
Should Shutting down a layman's joy be a delight to you?
Who the hell are you?
An uninvited guest ruining everything around you
Wasting an individual's precious time,
Spoiling a wonderful year.
You got your name and fame
by Stealing one's beloved possessions.
How cruel could you be!
Butchering lives with or without attacking.
Should you stay forever or be gone before dawn!
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 6:56 AM UTC
Snake in my head my brain twists round a flick
Attacking front and back delusioned took in sheep
Fearing wolves teeth accepting
Eyes of a dandelion for
Sharks teeth describing insanity
Amid humanity and toiling still
Maskless rabid tongue savages
Mangling the sabbath
Crosses slung as martyrs in devils disguise a rabbit
Looks up surprise
A crowd of proposed Jesuit boards
Who's knives hidden
In lying tongues
Stab out all the sudden
Taking ***** and Gomorrah
Wrath and horror in God's name
Came dressed as saviors a blithe name and a traitor so slay him make this day done take no prisoners it needs
Done
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 10:43 PM UTC