"rejuvenates" poems
I am the rose that grew from concrete
Budded from stones, rocks, mortar, cement, broken glass, drug vials and bags.
I am a product of my environment.
What you thought would **** me,
Only served to make me stronger.
Evolved into a hybrid
I'm the only of my kind.
My thorns fortified with brass knuckles,
My color faded from weather beatings,
And all other beatings,
The travesty of my existence
is not lost on me.
Beauty in the midst of pain,
And what is the epitome of ugly.
I don't belong here and never did.
Wisdom I have absorbed
From rains never to come again
Rejuvenates my leaves.
Although I cannot absorb it all,
Through the cracks in the concrete.
I relish what I can
And vow to absorb more the next time,
Should I be so fortunate.
Because the concrete can protect
As well as expose my naivete.
So compelling to manipulate,
It would be ideal to control.
Impossible though.
How can you control
What grows and survives in the midst of chaos?
And at what cost to your soul?
Even through the ominous clouds,
I remain in light.
The Sun has never been immune to my plight.
Providing the strength, energy and hope
I'll need for the next season of my fight.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
A lone drop of coffee
Running down the side
Of my cup
Escaping the terror
Of teeth and tongue
Black gold in the morning
A precious liquid
Awakes me from a slumber
And brightens my day
Sip by sip
Rejuvenates the body,
Mind and soul
Caffeine flows
Through my veins
Motivation in a mug
Brewing is an art
Coffee so dark
It can wake the dead
But instead
Wakes me
Every morning
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
The feeling of butterflies in your stomach.
The feeling of losing your breath..
and stumbling to find words
feeling clumsy in every movement in their presence.
I'm my own person.
I'm not shy.
I don't get feelings.
I'm not short of words.
I don't get emotional.
I don't get feelings like this.
But feelings are like rain.
You can be in a drought and miss it like hell
..or..
you can forget what it's even like to have water.
But when it comes it floods.
You remember how beautiful the sound of rain is.
How it toys with your insides and makes you feel a roller coaster of emotions.
It makes you feel comforted and at peace
yet its dark and makes you feel alone.
It consumes your thoughts.
It has it's own intentions that you may never know,
it's mysterious and ever changing as it thuds on your rooftop so that all you can hear is its presence then within seconds disappears and when you look outside it's only evidence of existence is the puddle running down the road to disappear like it was never even there.
It is the feeling of love.
You can't control when it comes
you never know how long it will stay but god **** it it's all you can think about when it's here.
But this isn't my first storm.
While I should be dancing in the rain I never forgot the burn of the last storm.
The lightening struck and everything that was, never was the same.
Within a blink of my eye the rain was gone and I spent years trying to recover from the damage it left.
It ruined the curiosity of what each storm entails.
Instead of dancing in the rain I hide from it.
It's hard to let something overtake you when you don't know it's intentions or how long it will stay.
But you can't avoid rain forever.
It feeds and rejuvenates the world.
It gives life to the plants and makes them oh so vivid and colorful.
It washes away the past and gives light to the sun.
I just need to find the storm that always stays with me for the return of the sun.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
I lie here in the dark
Your inches away from my face
Its 1AM in this park
and were staring into space
In the darkness there is calm
You can hear the hum of the earth
The trace of your fingertips on my palm
Its an endless cycle of death and rebirth
We breathe in the silence of the night
The crisp air rejuvenates our hearts
We stare at the flickering street light
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 9:07 PM UTC
Fire burning in my heart;
Open up, let out the sparks.
Fire rushing through my veins;
Set the whole world ablaze.
Few around because they've learned--
Get too close, you'll get burned.
Fire rushes across the plain.
Forest home goes down in flames.
But I never did mind a little heat.
It keeps me up and on my feet.
Rejuvenates the earth it's scorched--
So light me up, I'll be the torch.
They're so afraid of the destruction,
For bridges burn when there's combustion.
But something I have come to know:
The best bridges are made of stone.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
I've wrote enough about your eyes,
and how they mesmerize me,
how I try to look into them and read
everything you hold inside you
and how I never could.
I've wrote enough about your lips,
and how they whisper,
beautiful things,
how I need them close to mine
so they could cure my every illness.
I've wrote enough about your skin,
which I believed was carved by Angels
a perfect imperfection, (sort of)
the way you glow against the sun,
rejuvenates every part of me.
Now let me write about your freckles,
little stars they are,
how they make the universe feel so
adorable, beautiful..
making me find my universe in you.
Now let me write about your scars,
which have become every part of you.
But, they rhyme with me now,
they're a part of me now,
that's why I love them too.
Now let me write about your veins,
running down your neck
visible through your fading skin,
I could kiss you, and feel your heart beating
but I'll be the one who'll feel alive.
Let me write all about you,
Your chubby toes, your sleepy voice,
Your breathing, your gaze,
Everything I can touch, everything I can feel.
Let me try..
every detail, every tiny bit
Let me write..
All about you
yet still find
that endless poem,
incomplete.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Left to die, unable to survive on your own
a child thinks this. It is the greatest fear
Doesn't last long, but makes a big impression
A bigger fear than being abused
But today, it means, can mean, freedom
from abuse mistreatment, your insults
their disdain, being his personal punching bag
the scapegoat for his broiling troubles
your neglect, and preference for under age girls
Abandonment is a respite
a place of renewal
a silence that terrifies, but then rejuvenates
as I can think on my own
let my thoughts be my guide, for a better me
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
Glorifying amidst the snowy mountains bestowing
rivers with a splendid shine searching a land
to shower its warmth in a dense grassland,
sun rises with the dawn
like the spring blooming life in the lawn.
Cold on the cemetery lay like the corpse,
the flower in concealed corner of the lawn.
Life rejuvenates it to exhibit its charisma.
With its exquisite grace,
life fills the daffodils
blooming merrily in the meadows
with the exotic flush of odor enchanting thee .
Life of seven ages leaps and exits slyly like a stranger.
Neither the witty nor the wisest nor do the philosophers
can bamboozle the fate, neither can they preconceive
the lot ,the fate has in store in each slot
hence live the life with fullest enthusiasm and zeal,
the chariots of life bridging
the expedition between birth and rebirth.
Struggle the chill like a gladiator
stand undeterred by the worldly woes.
Life is symbolization of bluebells,lavenders
hedychiums planted on a deserted road,
blend of happiness and agony .
Surrendering to agony is pure escapism.
Each has to surrender on the altar of death
a day or later ,
but till life why not worship the life
like an idol enshrined in the temple
so when thee are asked of
satisfaction in the heavens high
thou may not quote "alas it could have been a day later"
rather thou may be the most enlightened
devotee to stay in the state of bliss and utmost salvation.
Men say life is mortal
But life is eternal you see,
the life is like a divine cascade of holy waters,
one drop dies ,other rejuvenates to life.
Till the nature lives, shall live
the men and generations yet to come.
Life is pouring like the nectar from the heaven's brink,
quite insane it would be to not drink the summary of life.
BY CHANDAN SHARMA
Sep 11, 2010
Sep 11, 2010 at 12:09 PM UTC
My thoughts are weary travelers
Waiting for the safe haven
Of the blank pages
Where ink rejuvenates them to life
As memoirs for other travelers
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Eyes they set on beauty,
as morning sun quenches moment.
As ears aligns divine birds
that sing with orchestrated music.
As breath rejuvenates
to see mirror image and smile.
My heart beats in beauty
mirroring in heartbeat own magnificence.
Mirroring the radiance of the soul
that reveals a lotus flower.
That vibrates to guide my way
in steps of dance.
Thoughts they understand
a spark of Divines perfect lives within.
I be co-creator of thy sea.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 8:17 AM UTC
I have searched for your face tirelessly everywhere.
Though I've failed in my quest, I know you're there...
I have seen your beauty in the full-moon's glow.
I have seen your immensity in the celestial flow.
I have seen your precision in an atoms procession.
I have seen your passion in a poets obsession.
I have seen your bounty when a rain rejuvenates.
I have seen your mercy when a seedling germinates.
I have seen your restrain when injustice prevailed.
I have seen your wrath on great cities razed.
Though I've seen you not, I've seen your essence,
I have felt your love and your nurturing presence.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Interesting
The chance to start over
The smooth clean slate of a brand new surface
Never corrupted nor covered
Never torn to shreds by an unnamed power
Compelling
The opportunity of new love
A chance to kiss a new pair of lips
To caress the curves of the hands so personal
And walk amongst the wet grass with new life
Sacrificing
To give up the habits to please the guest
To not wonder about yourself when you rest your head
But depend completely on another for contentedness
Equal forces of give and take, a balance
Committing
An act of finalization
A marriage proposal, a slit of the throat
Some trenches just too deep to wander
A few possibilities to be left unexplored
Separating
Forgetting the magnetism of the first touch of fingers
Longing for a kiss on a new, softer mouth
A trail of footsteps leading down different paths
The pedals of a rose begin to sway to the floor
Soaking
The pedals curl and harden, touching ground all too dull
Melt into the earth and return to where it came
The roots begin to emerge on a mutant species
Water is sprung from the dirt and rejuvenates the body
Interesting
The chance to start over
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 10:16 PM UTC
In the midnight vigil of my dreams
A faint lantern light ahead, it leads
The chilling winds that cross the spine
Then the sun that burns, and its shine
My faith has long walked on broken glass
Soul has dripped along, the wounds ever last
A stubborn silence in the place
And a stench of the deceased left to grace
And a carcass of hope that passes by
An autumn leaf, dead, it lies
A spectral music that ensues
A withered tree, its diseased fruit
A velvet night left to stare
And an untamed hollowness left to share
A blunt sword, held by its hilt
To **** some emptiness and eat my fill
I have traveled worlds, horizons apart
Waiting for the tunnel to end, a journey to start
Its only numbness now that I feel
The fire is extinguishing, so is my zeal
My perseverance fails, my eyes shut down
Paradise awaits me, the flames burn down
And then a white light coruscates, fills the sky
The colors reappear, subdue the cries
I see a creature, its golden locks sway
And a flower blooms where the parched land lay
She moves her wand, she spawns a dawn
And she heals the earth where it was torn
And some rain falls, from the ethereal skies above
It rejuvenates my soul, washes away the spilled blood
An exhilarating wind blows, flowers flutter to life
The heaven comes up, with the earth to dine
And I look at her, the angel in disguise
She loosens the knots in the lungs that are tied
The radiance of her beauty, the warmth in her eyes
I fail to behold it, it outcasts the light
And a nightingale sings, breaks the bow
Of silence that was created and was sowed
Some centuries pass, they seem like days
And in the forlorn deserts of time, these memories fall and lay
And then she stabs my heart, she fades away
The mirage disappears, I holding her hand, that was to stay
And it returns, my torment, my grief
Spiraling down, carried by the wind, it falls dead, the leaf
I have grown tired, my legs give away
It has been a strenuous journey, peace my heart craves
I walk down to my grave, a dove flies by
I lay down, beside the stake of holly, jabbed into me by my bride
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
A poem dedicated to all true lovers of Jazz.
TRIBUTE TO JAZZ MUSIC
BY RAJ NANDY
I can feel its rhythm and beat,
Along with its pulsating pain!
Its music flows freely….
Through my arteries and veins!
Its beats always echoes,
Through the corridors of my mind,
As I get wafted slowly, on the wings
of mystic time!
Its music gets synchronized,
With my heart’s muffled beat,
As I try to keep time, -
With the tapping of my feet!
Each of its pulsating rhythm,
And all its background chimes,
With its syncopated lilts,
Jazz remains harmonized!
The piano players dancing fingers,
Caresses a rhythmic sway,
While the Sax’s deep-throated tenor,
Drives my loneliness away!
When I hear my old Jazz music,
And those golden classic tunes,
I forget I am getting old,
To time I become immune!
For it is then when I begin to feel,
like the old King Cole;
As this music tingles my mind,
and rejuvenates my soul!
- Raj Nandy, New Delhi.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
*Loud Music
Music that soothes
Music that rejuvenates
Music that speaks to the souls
Loud music
Forget the lyrics
Its just the beats
On a repeat
For the amoeba thoughts
Swirling twirling Swimming in uncharted waters
Moulding them into set shapes
Queuing them up in rows
Taming down their pseudo waves
Music that has a feel
The pebbles cascading
down the stream ,
A tremulous tippy tappy sweet sound
To the heart it appeals, heals
Music that is light and tender
Dim the lights
Close the eyes
Let the music do the wonders
Music for the senses
That soothes rejuvenates
And speaks to the souls
In tongues ancient
Known ,yet unknown*
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
Demonic angel with rage in his heart
Keeps himself numb from feeling
Expresses his pain through art
He covers himself with human skin
Walks with a smile on his face
And rejuvenates his thirst with sin
He's learnt their tongue
They hiss like snakes
With venom to **** their own mates
They are a foul species
Without even being conscious of their own demise
They drown in their own lies
How can you be a saviour to a aremegedon
He realises its time to rid of himself of this place
Wash out this sinister taste
They sin like demons
But walk around with halos above their heads
Pray every night beside their beds
He sees potential in a few and tries to keep them close
But he's afraid of a feeling that tells him
They will drink from his soul and overdose
They will leave him dry and lifeless
He must remain cautious and stay on this earth
It may have some worth
-T
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
I get fleeting glimpse of the skies whenever I glance at her eyes
I see the stars entwine,twinkling,dancing to the rhythm of your heart.
breathing new air into my lungs
Which certainly rejuvenates me back to life.
Cover my scars with words that spell out "you'll be fine" synonymously as a tattoo would promising me eternal shine.
I could've been sceptical and believe my eyes have seen a mirage due to the paths in the past whereby a candle went out in the long run and introduced me to the dark.
Comforted me with a smile that ignited your aura.
Smoothened my tongue with that honey that sourced of your thoughts that are floral.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
summer always feels the best
and it shares all humans
with no explanation.
summer holds innumerable quests
and they hold within them
lessons and learning.
summer can’t quite compare to winter
with devoid gales holding ransom
to the inside of an insulated wok.
summer isn’t an escape
from rough workloads and energy
spent from winning all that bread.
summer is a connection with self
that permeates all fibers
of the self and rejuvenates the soul.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
The luminescent stars
Grace the inky firmament
Diamonds glistening in the night
And Quiet flows the River
Broad and mighty
A Boudicae, wounded in a million wars
And yet beauteous and kind
Gently flows She.
Her sacred touch rejuvenates
Graceful as Diana
She meanders amidst pain and strife
And flows ethereally
Oh Ganga, thy beauty is divine
The Baul sings
Oh Giver of life! Bless me eternally
And Silently flows She.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
I am often a
wingless
bird
unable to fly
a word
a smile
a how you do
from friends
rejuvenates
my lifeless
limbs
gleefully
shouting
I am alive
I can fly
ready for
the clear
blue sky
that is
the light
of day.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 3:36 AM UTC
At times I confess,
The follies that are part of me,
The bane of being human,
Force me to find recluse in solitude,
Away from the squabbles of mortal men,
Who fight for things immaterial,
Spurning things that they should endevour to have.
Alas, it shames me not,
That solitude at times,
Rejuvenates some hidden part of myself,
A resevoir refilled, replenished.
I spend my time alone,
Listening to the solitary wind,
Or to the beats of some bard’s song,
Uncovering meaning in both.
But I must admit there are times,
When I watch lovers entwined in a casual embrace,
Or a child’s loving gaze at his parent,
And realization strikes me.
Although I like being alone at times,
The wine of loneliness bitters my withered soul.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
Tragedy rips through you like fire
And ***** all the oxygen from the room.
Lungs wheeze.
Cling to the earth, crawl forward.
There is no escape from the flames.
Sorrow consumes you,
Leaving charred remains.
Blackened and fragile.
The slightest touch,
Crumbles to ash.
Hope hangs in the air around you.
A breeze that scatters ash
To the ether.
Air that inflates.
Oxygen that rejuvenates.
It's the first breath
After being trapped in a fire.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
You feel the music flow through you,
Losing to the tune, you begin to move..
Nothing matters, you're in the groove.
People might say it's a waste of time.
They have no idea of this peace of mind.
A graceful art, dancing to music in time.
Invokes the body, rejuvenates the mind.
Care naught what people might say.
So long as in dance, you find a way,
For love and life to be embraced.
So long as sorrow it does erase,
So long as it keeps a smile on your face,
Do as you do, sway as you sway..
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
Sleep is a wonderful place.
Sleep takes us to escape on a dreams never ending journey.
Rejuvenates your energy, to a positive start.
Wake up and breath then go to sleep and grieve, cry, meditate, smile, blush or however your day made you feel.
Go to bed with the feeling life gave you, for as it makes you who you are the next day, even if it's negative, give yourself a fresh new start.
They say insomniacs never sleep, but they have to sleep at some point in time.
Sleep is a wonderful place, to be in your warm bed under the blankets.
Cotton,
Feathers,
Go green fabrics.
Sleep is wonderful, I recommend you try it.
Clouds and blue skies, counting sheep jump over the fences, moon and stars, happy feelings, oh darling, don't be afraid of the dark, I promise, it'll take you somewhere special. Dandelions, sunflowers or fields to valleys filled with bright green grass and light with love. Put on your pajamas, sleep naked.
Do what works for you, to make your dream work. To sleep wonderful.
It's your moment to think, reflect on your day. But what will happen the next we won know until we sleep wonderful.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC