"originators" poems
outer body
mind sick off radio silence
worry behind me
embers of apathy dissipate across pavement at high speeds
"the best of the plague years" drones on through headaches
and sometimes this all still feels real.
DIY the time of your life
i've already given up twice.
old anthems resonate between clenched teeth
i just want to know where i can rest my head
it's like i have to channel the old me just to get a wrong word in,
senselessly spinning fabrications.
blog-tag manifesto.
cicada summer redux.
we are the originators of resurgent treachery,
and it's all seeping through the cracks at once.
settling ourselves by circumventing sidestep hearts,
old prestige fades as the evidence rests engraved on golden placards.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
little Dreams, small Goals, and tiny Hopes
you should crave for nothing more
this will grant you happiness, this will offer peace
There is no such thing as disappointment
or discontentment, or displeasure, or dissatisfaction
when you acquire only
little Dreams, small Goals, and tiny Hopes
When you desire only
such things that are within arm’s reach
or near-sighted view
Nothing is a let-down
It can all be done reasonably
And stress will only be something you witness
In the lives of others, others who crave more than
little Dreams, small Goals, and tiny Hopes
Poor romantics
And visionaries
And idealists
Their days must be spent
Thinking of all the ends they will never cross
Fantasizing of all they long for...
I warned them, I tried to help them
“little Dreams, small Goals, and tiny Hopes!”
Yet some did not listen
Now look where they are,
Witness what they have become
Nothing less
Than
Great Dreamers,Enormous Achievers,and Vast Seekers
Nothing less
Than
Creators, makers and originators
Desiring, doing and obtaining
Poor ones, who just won't stop
Those who just could not listen
To the advice
from a little Dreamer
They must be miserable…
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
i hear you mother,
i hear you father.
but i cannot feel you father,
but i hear you mother.
vast echoes, calling one another.
cacophony of voices, overlapping each other.
drain drain,
goes my pain.
but when i hear your name,
i feel vain.
pained.
my heart empty.
people, i feel testy.
whenever i hear, i remember,
my originators, my creators,
filling my silent vacators.
i hate all of you.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 12:53 PM UTC
Known to each other ..
And seen each other..
Before the world had seen them
And even their originators had seen to know them... !!
Such is their bonding...
For promised they have to each other
While sharing the space of their mother's womb together ..
To stand as strength and support
Firm as pillar to one another
Not just in time of need
But ...always and ever...!!
No words require to be uttered
For each to know other's mind
A look into eyes and expression on face
Will do the rest...to the best !!
For they are twins...
Bound with fondness for each other
Walking hand on shoulders carefully
In every step towards a future seen so infinitely bright .. ...!!
Long live the brother sister duo
With all the blessings of THE ALMIGHTY!!
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC