"seaming" poems
eight wickets
eight wickets
he did so well score
on the pitch at Bangalore
he spun the ball
he spun the ball
in the first session of play
over after over toiling away
his efforts were fab
his efforts were fab
bamboozling the batsmen
with a seaming flight of hem
not since Warne
not since Warne
had such a display been seen
on the oval's twenty two yard sheen
a magic spell
a magic spell
Lyon's spinning technique
was truly magnifique
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
Instead, I give you
simple tragedies;
how you will
never remember everything
and the more you live the
more there is forgotten.
Sewn optical cords
seeing the reimagined
through blurry suspicion,
stifling doubt, and
****** buttons.
Metallic words
cutting skin like butter.
The knives will sink
slowly into our
chests and we will be
exactly too far away
from anyone to
do anything about it.
How convenient.
A set of hands,
their cross-stitched fingers
frayed at the ends,
entangling. Still,
they will stumble
to pick up the pieces,
to fix the seaming
in the strings.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
Recruitment without Naukri
Is like a cobra
Stripped of its venom
A tree without leaves
A musician without an instrument
A Mutton Biryani without the mutton
A laptop without a battery
I can go on and on
But you get the gist, right?
Recruitment without Naukri
How does it even work?
Of course, there are other portals
LinkedIn, Monster, Indeed
TimesJobs, Shine, Updazz
Dice, Hirist, Instahyre
But do they even come close
To matching the pin-point accuracy
The sheer amount of detailing
The refreshing practicality
And finally, the user-friendliness
That Naukri brings to the table?
The answer to that, unfortunately
Is a resounding no
Recruitment without Naukri?
Can it be managed?
As mentioned earlier
There are other portals
But will your boss be ready to pay
For any of them, apart from LinkedIn?
The answer to that, unfortunately
Is again a resounding no
Recruitment without Naukri
Coupled with a miserly boss
Is like chasing 350 in 50 overs
On a seaming wicket at Leeds
All your hard work at the nets
Goes to the drain
As you keep trying to hit boundaries
And end up getting clean bowled instead
Ultimately, the loser is not the client
Not the boss either
It is you, and only you
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC
I'm absolutely terrified.
Thinking about never seeing you again in three months feels like I'm saying goodbye to myself.
You've become a fraction of my soul.
Jealousy is only seaming together pains that I do not long for.
To see us go divergent for only because of distance takes away my hope.
Stirs together panic.
Time is the enemy.
It's waning out.
Mocking me.
Stay.
My darling stay.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Hey you
That’s all that needs to be said as his hand explores my face
As he climbs into my bed
And whispers all my worries in comforting kiss
Kills my heartache in the simplest kinds of bliss
He lent me persistence in physical presence
And provided sanity soft as his lips
Dripping with sincerity echoing
In all the silence preceding and fallowing
His simple statement,
Hey you
Colliding with my emotional dissonance
His caring limitless intentions
Scandalous and seaming compellingly guiltless
Pulling me close and killing the lonely
So much, he shows me in utter darkness
And he says so much in such simple utterance.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
Unresolved.
The ache, acute,
Confounding reach for ascension,
Gripping the doors, the floors, the tightening
Of muscles wrench against a whine.
Annoyance, pain, and aggravation
Require a fabric to tear,
They manifest themselves by ripping
At what we hold most dear
And leave holes where once was wholeness.
When others can resolve a misconception,
And render the ripping a figment
Of perception,
To what end does silence travel?
Or,
Like a tailor,
Should I resolve myself and learn to stitch,
At what others cannot see, or claim, or reach beneath.
Or lift.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
I'll never be good enough for her but she's the only one who can quiet this screaming soul
She is filled with love and grace, of a soul that's amazing and not a waste
The kindest person you'll ever meet, though sometimes her anger is not discreet
I'll never be good enough for her although she's definitely the cure
This life I've led is filled with choices down the road always traveled, minus a few down a road no one dared to take
To avoid the road less traveled I thought I could follow the crowd to make this passionate mind like the rest, a mind that I've grown to detest
This road which has torn me down like the worn ground I walked down to seek what I thought was the crown
This road is not for me, it took to long to clearly see, it took too long to set myself free
On the roads no one dared to take I was given bumps and bruises, scraps and thorns, mother nature, she surely abuses
If I could go back I'd make this choice, take this road towards the soul decision I always come back to
I would make that choice, I would have fully risen, I would be the man forged from fire and fission
Alas, we know time will never rewind in any manner, it ticks on and on and on and on
I've been the product of my own mistakes, choosing the wrong people that were always fakes
I'm tired of fighting this battle...
I don't want to do this anymore
I'm done shunning her and closing the door
This should be considered an open letter because I can change to make life better
I fear the damage is done and she'll forever be on the run
I'm tired of fighting this battle...
I don't want to do this anymore
I'm done shunning her and closing the door
Chances come few and far between in life and so I fear I've run out although one thought stays true...
I would chose that girl one million times over
Though she'll never pick me, I'm broken, I'm shattered
She's always been the most perfect music to my ears, the soother of all my fears
She's an angel on the eyes and she wears no disguise, the teller of truths and not lies
Am I just far fetched dreaming?
Am I a torn man, ripping my seaming?
Am I really that forgone?
I'm still filled with doubt, the opposite of the colossus of clout
Can I ever catch this break, my heart being hers to take
I fear for the worst for I will never bee good enough for her, at least for now that's what is for sure.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
I want to see her blink
I want to feel the touch
The seaming of her skin
Hand in hand, its clutch.
The texture of her hair
Between my finger tips
Your words in my ear
The magnetism, your lips
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
My mind wants you to go
But my heart stooped too low
It wants you clenched in the fists of unbidden desires
But your patience slowly expired
You said Goodbye
And in ignorance I ****** my tears dry
I didn't attempt to stop you
You didn't turn around to meet my view
What was that bittersweet agony?
That buried into my head; your melodies
Your unsought words drowns me in an ocean-less pit...
As I walked the lanes where to you I became whit
I reminisce on the first word you ever said to me
And compared it to the last and undoubtedly
They sounded the same...
Unsure if you ever did love me at all
I try to **** your memories growing tall
With bursting flames
Seaming through my veins
I dig a grave for your souvenirs
And slowly peer at the dirt; reincarnating my tears
Did i do the right thing?
For the pain of being without, stings
Like snowflakes against zinc
But then what if it is for the better?
Somewhat like an investment letter
Where I forego you for something prettier to come
or not?
Who knows?
-fir.m
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
The skies ring azure with ancient melodies
seaming the world together with soft threads,
puffing smoke like clouds floating above a broken world ,
with falling tears dying in the gentle laughter of the wind.
and slowly throughout such beautiful chaos
humans try to comprehend the incomprehensible.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
Recruitment is a difficult job
Surely, everyone knows that
It is like chasing a target of 350 in 50 overs
However, when you are hiring Investment Bankers
The target remains the same
But the pitch, which is a belter as of now
Suddenly acquires a greenish hue
And the ball starts swinging and seaming
One mistake, and you are back to the pavilion
Meanwhile, the asking rate keeps climbing
Thus, the pressure keeps building
Yes, that's how tricky Investment Bankers are
At least as far as India is concerned
However, European Investment Bankers are a different ballgame altogether
The target continues to be the same
As does the nature of the pitch
However, now you have to chase the target in 40 overs!!
Well, you decide to steel yourself
To bat out of your skins
And do manage to hit a few ***** out of the park
However, your joy is short-lived
As you go for one boundary too many
Only to get caught at deep square leg
More and more batsmen follow
And try their level best
To keep the required run rate under control
But the wickets keep tumbling
Meanwhile, your last hope, Hardik Pandya, arrives at the crease
And takes the game by the scruff of the neck
While at the other end, Virat Kohli stands strong
And the pair manage to build a partnership of 100
However, the European I-Bankers end up having the last laugh
As Virat gets run out
While going for a quick single
And Hardik goes for a maximum
Only to get caught
Just inside the boundary line
By now, you know, as do the European I-Bankers
That the game is well and truly up
Unless a miracle happens
Well, all you can say
Is "Better Luck next time"
Also, welcome to the world of hiring European Investment Bankers
Aug 1, 2023
Aug 1, 2023 at 2:43 AM UTC
Unshaken thoughts seaming through the evening
whispering sweet and devilish creations into me
why do I feel surprised and gullible when I hear your words?
Those slick words travelling up my spine and entering the chasms of my mind
A rush of acknowledgement leaves me humbled
I wonder if you could've unravelled the tight knots that bound my heart
My legs feel heavy and lifeless
As though they know what lies ahead
Show me the path to walk on and allow me to carry my head alongside the endless and eternal sky
The earth holds secrets and as I walk on it's rigged surface
I feel silent tremors echoing within
I finally know what it means to be me
What it means to be human and alive
I feel content and the anxiety disappears
Never to return.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
DecemberDreamer
I’ve fought the give and go sensation and the suited man on my shoulder hunched under the flickering light post divided—drawing stale smoke trails. Reflections wreak imperfections living in present dim dimensions lit liberations tinted temptations longing for lost love as fickle perseverance ****** me I’m dreaming. Poised stars seaming secrets of wisdom tell me what do you know, where do dreamers go, how much further below twinkling upon the silent tear drop as she goes forgotten desires follow as so without a sound—worn wanderer waiting to be found. My thoughts scream loud but my arms and legs are mounded to my body my gift granted chemical sins straining my soul 20 dollars to sleep pay the toll watch your step 6 feet holes lined in rows of tales however years old and yet here I am the one waiting wasted without a hand to hold. Dearest distraught darling december dressed in gold.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
gathered the storms,
and gathered the winds
of undying suffering.
sufferings of pleasure,
psychedelics of exalted warmth
stalked and stumbled
around the planetary man;
the dying and the undying
the man and the un-man
both together excited to the darkest night.
who lost is unknown to me;
the wall blears the boundary.
unfixed the shape,
darkness deepens the dancing dolphins;
sanity swirls,
words skip the stray lips
as if forgotten bones collapse and crumble.
seaming with flabby fragments
the mouth of Thermopylae.
drawing a stick out of spillikins.
there remains the tongue-tied taciturn;
as if dead and done to bones.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
Drinking on a Saturday let's get tipsy
Smokin on a Saturday let's get hazy
Let's combine em sunday get crazy.
Watch a movie make some food let's get lazy.
Blend a smoothie fruity with a drop of *** island living like a beach ***
Let's play in the sand some.
Add up the drugs till we see sum.
Acid rappin till the visions come.
Acid rappin till I go shaman.
Create reality while dreaming.
Anticipate reality while scheming.
No hate, I'm ultra light beaming
Ain't no Tailor so I'm more than its seaming.
Infectious parasites be teeming eating your gut feelings.
Tell you, you ain't got a word worth speaking.
But a new generation I am leading.
To fix the world's internal bleeding.
Food for thought, I'm feeding.
Fall on me when you're leaning.
Good vibes is what you're reading.
Positivity be the remedy.
May Positivity be the death of me
I urge yall to research serenity.
While you ignore what life could be
And stayed glued to your phone and tv.
Stop letting media depict reality.
Roll a blunt go outside.
Don't forget your light.
Cause **** get dark When you see how things are.
Dont Lose sight of the North star and move backwards. Cause when **** goes south...
You refuse to go foward.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
Stood at the end of time
could not believe his eyes
nor is feet, that now seamed incoplete
just stood looking over
that what now was becoming a black hole
now seaming so deep
lent back
to blance to keep
seems to draw him in
dive of this spring board of life
into the abiss
that was your life
or stop and think
why am I
on the brink now?
B r i n K
jumped into a sea that was his own.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC