"smileys" poems
A day with you is saying good morning to the sun with cups of coffee. Long walks, but longer talks, and feeling tingly. Pillow fights on white sheets in underwear with yellow smileys; bacon and eggs and pancakes and sausage, and peanuts with no grease.
A day with you is seeing the dusk with rainbows. Chocolate ice creams and cones and mangoes; KitKats and Cadburys and Oreos, with Lego House and marshmallows. Or maybe cookies and cola and not milk, while I hold your hand of silk. Or maybe some singing or dancing or playing the guitar. Or painting a portrait of the moon and stars.
A day with you is a night in July and rainy. And kissing you with some hugging too and three spoonfuls of honey. Then I'll cradle you, with lights out, as you doze sweetly beside me. I'll hum you to sleep with tender pattings on the hips, and watch your eyelids fall gently.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
I open the blinds and see the world - in return, what
does the world see? It sees me, and all my splendid, split
personalities, living these amazing times, of amazing
pleasures, in which we tweet tweets, and post posts re
ego-trips and copyrighted links, videos and things; and,
as stray dogs, we ramble randomly, and all the time,
living in our infinite worlds, of infinite lanes, till infinity;
yet we suffer so much pain.
Our Shih Tzus take us on extended walks, firmly leashed
to our Koss plugs, as we drone cool tunes on multihued
iPods, iPhones buzzing ringtones of tittering babies,
stolid kings and hyperactive frogs, which would all make
my eighty-six year old dad want to gag; we fly
ultralight megaplanes at the sonic sound of speed,
through virtual and real space, connecting dots at low-
cost prices, while we belt-up, gear-up, gulp Gaga and
gorge heat-inducted meals of deer, horse and over-
promoted crap; and then, wow surprisingly, we are all
so unsatisfied.
We consciously all move-in together, and **** on end,
like statistical sheep, pre-married, unloving, and broken
up, and justify it all, to ourselves, with our fully
stretched spandex morality, over low-carb brunches
@Starbucks, two 14” screens of separation; we paint
pornographic images of virgins, all called Mary, in the
name of art, and, white-clad, **** babes and alter-boys,
and penetrate each other, first with our fingers, deeply,
then superficially, without even wondering, for a
zeptosecond, why we can’t stand one another any
longer.
We crank-up dependencies, like high street mainliners,
shamming and slaughtering for neurotoxic fixes of
smileys and Crystal on billion-dollar Kogo yachts, while
we all just pedal on, dispassionately, down and over
interior canals, to the core of our hocked, abbrev lives,
chronically connected and severely distracted, in
aromatic polymer bubbles, heedlessly cruising through
comic-strip farms of mock vegetables, surely to nowhere
and towards no one; and quite frankly, the world laughs
at all this, and sobs, and so do I.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
What if we had roots deep down to the centre of luck –
wouldn’t we be laughing about rain and tears
and wouldn’t we keep growing if we embroidered
our thoughts with roots and luck.
What if the fruit at the end of the twig was happiness, without a question mark.
Wouldn’t we chuckle about the empty space in our mind?
How could we stop?
What if, instead of connecting dots we overdrew parentheses and footnotes with smileys and flowers and purring cats;
What if science and pain only existed
as cuddly monsters with toothache in children's books;
What if we found a rabbit’s hole leading us into a world where psychiatrists and gurus were nervous patients
in big waiting halls without flushing toilets.
Wouldn’t we be neurotically smiling?
What if we didn’t call ourselves falling leaves,
but started feeling eons of love upon our wrinkles.
Wouldn’t death then simply be a slight breeze
releasing the heat at the end of a wonderful day?
What if our hearts went on, free of age and weight,
circulating kindred songs beyond fixed identities.
What if I was wrong and every conditional was closer
to experience than arguments and miracles –
My dear: I unlocked the universal laughter;
I turned sadness into luminous gardens, into a slow waltz
to hear the non-dancers saying: Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!
What if we finally found the recipe for equilibrium:
Would we still be needing stock markets and currencies?
Or could we simply exchange syllables across languages
without losing the message of oneness.
What if we really had roots deep down to the centre of luck?
Yes. Roots and luck.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
Halfway down the stairs is where I sit
There isn’t any other stair quite like it
Sometimes in the bottom, sometimes at the top
So this is the spot where I always stop
My heart and mind is set every glorious day
Waiting for you to beep me, that’s why I stay
I am waiting here not with an open but with close arms
For me, at the dawn, to keep warm
Time passes by slowly
Seconds, minutes and even for hours
Making me a little bit crazy
For patience and time are at war
It’s around 4:30 in the morning
To the stairs I’m positively sitting
Stretching my legs alone and gladly waiting
Still blissful and joyful cause I got this feeling
I love the topics when we chat
Coz’ it is one of the many ways to smile in difficult time, and I feel that
Greetings, smileys and sweet sticker
Well, it made my day even better
In that stairs, you’re always worth the wait
Even if… even if waiting is forever
And I will never get tired waiting
As long as you’re there, I will never… ever
Now halfway up the stairs
Isn’t down and it isn’t up
Then you suddenly show up
And my head is filled with cheerful and sweet thoughts for me to go back
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
Hello Facebook my old friend.
I'm reading posts on you again.
Up at 2:30 in the morning
Checking likes and shares and replying.
Read alerts beneath the ringing bell.
What the hell, am I doing on Facebook?
As through the posts I quickly scroll.
Seeing kittens, dogs and trolls.
Trying not to click on the ad spam.
Found a recipe for a baked ham.
And a private message from a long lost friend.
But I know not when.
I added this person, on Facebook.
10,000 clicks and maybe more.
My index finger's mighty sore.
All the smileys, likes and emojis.
Likes on my posts giving me jollies.
Requests from people that I do not even know.
My friends list grows.
To thousands of people, on Facebook.
"Will this nightmare ever end?"
I ask as I add a friend.
But all the games and all the puzzles.
Popping balloons and bursting bubbles.
I have got to try to get a better score.
It's such a chore.
Playing the games, on Facebook.
Suddenly one day I learned.
Zuckerberg on me had turned.
Selling all my saved information.
To companies in all lands and nations.
Making a profit off me like I was his ***
I did not know.
Violated, by Facebook
But I did not stay mad long.
Even though it was so wrong.
I have to see how many likes I had.
I want to know this stuff awfully bad.
And now the data selling's out of mind.
And thus I find.
Myself again, on Facebook.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
shudnt talk to you ..
coz u my opposite...
coz u r moody...
Coz u make me sad...
coz u get angry at me all d tym...
coz u total dog sumtyms ..
coz u r d one who has kissed so many girls.....
coz u dun trust neone....
coz u don't tellme how u feel at all..
Or jus mayb I shud talk to u?
Coz Mayb opposites attract...
Mayb coz u apologize with smileys that makes me smile ... .
Mayb coz u cn make me smile even if u r d reason m sad...
Mayb cz I get angry at u n u laugh at me..
Mayb cz I cn b a ***** at tyms too..
Mayb cz I want to kiss u..
Mayb cz I trust u..
Maybin d hope dat u will tellme how u feel .. Sumday !
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
Lately, I’ve been feeling a little light headed. No, I’m okay. I don’t have a condition or anything. I just feel like my world is slowly collapsing. Every time I try to fix things and somehow getting good, the universe will do a huge clap back and smack me in the face.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a little useless. Just when I thought I’m doing an excellent job at work, it came to a point that they have to let me go because of personal issues and choices. “You’re good but...” There’s always a but. But should be my middle name in other lifetime. It suits me well.
Lately, I’ve been feeling very insecure. My girlfriend loves me, I know that. But sometimes I feel like she can’t express so much of a feeling like how she used to express it to her ex-girlfriend. When we started dating, I stalked my girlfriend for fun and I saw posts and letters and all that kind of crap how she loves her and how every single second is important when talking to her. She even right the call details in a ******* notebook with all the hearts and smileys and all cheesiness. Me, on the other hand, being mad at for being demanding for asking more phone calls. (she’s working milessss away, btw).
Lately, I’ve been feeling a little betrayed. My mother, who is supposed to keep me safe and warm based on the world’s rule, messed with my life. She placed me in a very difficult position and now people are hunting me away. My cousins, who are my very best friends as well, turned their backs on me because of what my mother did. They even back stab me during dinners that I’m not around. Referring to me as “she’s like her mom”
Lately, I’ve been feeling… Lost. I have nobody to turn to. I have nothing to do. I always tell myself to “Focus on what I can control. But now… I don’t have control about anything anymore.
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC
My hand wants to know
what I, what they
want, do, and to
understand what is happening
to my body, and what
it has to do with me
My soul also wants to
know in order to know
and to laugh about it
when I think I know something
Laugh relievingly
Think about why
others do what they do
and then, what hold
my hand has
to help
I think ahead
behind my clouds
the sun shines
the sun smiles
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 2:35 AM UTC
Hello, this is my missing Mistress
Always she is for catching buses
Only for me its a physical stress
Clearly, she and me, 'musing bugs.
She handles it all on her own ways
Blooming face lighting little smileys
Like moonlit shining water waves
Laughter lighten her burdened dailies
A master lonely in friendly choirs
Shuttles merely from workplace to home
A king for cooking and child cares
Scuttling honey bee, nectar to comb.
Fancies mesmerize her failing frame
Work energizes her smiling game
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
To my dearest friend,
The hardest part of any friendship
Is when it's time to say goodbye
Though it's only been a short while
I've never had a friend like you
Though you're living in another country
Which miles away from me
I always feel like you're so near to me
When we talk
I can feel the warmth of your presence beside me
When you're sad
I want to wipe away your tears
I never want to see your sad face
Or smileys that show your emotions
But now I have to make a way
To escape from this world for a while
To disconnect from wifi and connect with my books
Don't you worry
Because you'll forever hold a special place in my heart
Even if we are apart
If you miss me
Just remember that I'm always parallel on the other side
I know this is goodbye
But I wish you won't let this special tie to be untied
We will reunite again when it's the time
You can never be replaced
In this world, you are the only one
Don't change!
In whatever you do
I hope you'll find success
Goodbye love
I will miss you.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
When your poem doesn’t work
Or you cliché lines make you look like a dork
Neither your sweet words got her head turn
It seems you were so hot and her tongue got burned
When she didn’t react with what you said
Though for her heart to throb, it was meant
When it wasn’t brought on topic yet
Maybe it was too worthless she forget
When she’s not in the mood to reply back
When it seems you’re talking to someone whose mouth is shut
When simple smileys from her are all you got
When you messaged her a whole lot
Fear not and keep calm
Maybe most of it is all in your mind
Stay cool and try to understand
Be reminded to be as patient as you can
“She’s probably busy
But she even sought time to text a smiley”
Chant that to yourself and be as positive as you can be
Because getting emotional isn’t the key
Take time to ask her what’s wrong
You’ve probably done something without knowing so
If that’s the case, whisper a “Sorry” or sing a song
Make her feel that you’ll never let her go
It’s better to trust then regret
Than doubt then regret
“I love you”, in those words of her, you should always place your bet
Believe in her instead of your weak speculations, that, you shouldn’t forget
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 4:51 AM UTC
I've been adding more green leaves
And flower buds to my mask,
Lately,
I even cut away, a bit,
To reveal the scar above my eye.
Though,
I had to paint on more smileys
With glitter,
The other day,
To counter the angled eyes
That cut right through them.
But then,
Someone ripped off
The string on the right.
So, now, it,
Occasionally,
Swings -
Back
And then forth
And then back
And then forth,
Unless, I make a pointed effort,
To hold it up to my face.
But,
For now,
I don't give a
Cut phone cord.
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
A walk to the bus stop anymore
Is big trouble
The way big steam ships pass by
With a groan and a shudder
Old men walk by
On their stilts up so high
Talking on horns that light up the sky
A pack of boys in black shorts
Go running right by
With glasses taped together
They shoot at the sky
With the single most dangerous
Man made gun
One pointer finger
And one bendy thumb
Yellow toothed smileys
Try to sell you a deal
Powders and diamonds
That make your head reel
But I ain't buyin'
I've had enough
I'm savings up
To get myself out
The stairs on the buildings all coiling and rusted
The mold on the billboards molded and crusted
Two big eyes
And a glass bottle of coke
Oh please please buy me
Must be a joke
Because I work hard for a penny a day
And I'm saving each penny
To run far far away
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:39 AM UTC
*Standing innocent ten year old
In the courtyard full of greenery
My Grandfather's effort in the soil
Looking at the bunch of plantains
Hanging vertical yellow smileys
Fragrance of ripe bananas
Filling my mouth with water
Giant mango trees full of king fruit
Orange-red ripen mangoes with crown
Smiling at me handsome monarchs
Red chubby tomatoes looking up at me
With a pony tail on each ones head
Either big or small none are like a twig
Shining green chillies with anger
Nodding their heads to capture
Dozen of aubergines in violet dress
Covered one part of the soil
Oh ! Jackfruits are ready to pluck
Spreading the sweet smell all over
Like children on mother's waist
Climbing creepers holding bitter guards
Seen as lighting lanterns of villages
As a farmer, my grandfather passing inspiration
Respecting our soil and farming*
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
I miss someone, a girl I used to know;
Who puts a nose on her smileys
Who dances away her problems
Who reads a dozen of books a day
Who prefers her coffee black
Who always listen to her favorite song
Today, I met a girl;
Who sends smile - less messages
Who keeps her problems inside
Who would smoke countless cigarettes
Who likes to drink coffee every time
Who despise listening to a certain song because it reminds her of somebody
Such a chance
I looked in the mirror
And saw those girls as one
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
the jolly painter came to visit, one day.
he painted smileys upon the walls of my house -
then another and another,
and another until
i was forced
to spread my smileys
about.
now, were they merited -
these radiant
marvelous things -
marking my walls with
their swelling brilliance
or were they,
simply,
of Karma's duty -
blossoms flowering,
just as they should?
whichever, however,
whenever, whatever,
i'm not quite sure
but i like the allure
they bring
strength to my stem
and quiet the mayhem,
i live in,
so i think,
my dear,
i shall take them.
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 1:07 PM UTC
Night Lights.
At midnight her heart, a vulnerable spark,
looks for some warmth for fire.
There is something warm, warmer than herself;
something to keep her alight.
She speaks in shortcuts; 'OMG!'s and 'LOL!'s,
and in pictures; smileys and stickers...
Hoping he will love her quicker;
Hoping he will love her at all.
But at midnight a heart, vulnerable spark,
is tired of looking for fires.
There is nothing warm, warmer than herself;
nothing can keep her alight.
She'll fizzle and freeze into cold blue hues
and shortcuts and pictures will fade...
But he had just loved her slowly;
In hoping she'd love him at all.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
I didn't know it is really possible
To laugh and cry at the same time
Without an exact cause
I think I am insane
But he told me I am not
But he didn't really know what
We were talking about
It was about me and me and me
How many me's?
I will count it later like the stars not the stairs
Fail and fail oh I can't even turn the lights on
The water tastes funny
The world is so funny today
Today is the right day to
**** all the catcallers in the universe or
Just ask God to dance something
(Don't you think that Heaven has its own traditional dance too?)
Or we can watch a grand, glorious
Dance battle
Between Michael and Lucifer
Then watch Maria and Joseph slow dance;
It would be fun
Trust me
And the best of all
We won't run out of good wine
(Yo, Jesus!)
Oh, I can't believe you!
Why don't you laugh?
I can't believe you are
Not laughing
You don't even cry! How boring;
How boring --
The heaven would get mad
So mad, so mad like Sylvia
Or Khadīja or Rebekah
Or don't ask me who they are!
Do you even really know who you are?
I think I am insane
There was a time when I am
Really sure that I am, but
Then I learnt that truth was not that simple --
He said, just like him, I think too much
What do I think?
I think I am insane
But he told me I am not
But he didn't really know what
We were talking about
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
I loved the way you talked,
I loved the way you smiled,
And all those smileys you sent.
Funny the way I chuckled,
Over silly things that never mattered,
The days were lively cause of those messages you sent.
Whether your busy or your depressed,
You will get through it and I will be impressed,
It matters not for what people think, cause your life is your’s spent.
Just remember my friend when your having a bad day,
You can lash out on me and let your steam go away,
Whatever you say however you behave am never bent.
Every time your lost I’ll find you,
Every time your sad I’ll bring a smile to you,
Cause whatever happens am always here for you Cause that is what Best Friends do…
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
I have stopped breathing,
A few hours back.
Doctor declared me dead,
A few hours back.
I am lying in mortuary,
Chilled in ice.
My body is frozen fully,
Waiting for someone.
I only did the mistake,
I kept a note.
When I was just to die,
"Wait for him".
When I knew it won't happen,
I shouldn't have.
Kept a last wish to trouble me,
And my hubby.
We never met outside the mobile,
I loved him,
He loved me too as best buddy,
Just in mobile.
I wished I see him alive,
To feel a human,
I wished I listen to his voice,
To feel a human
But he never wished the same,
He perceived me as letters,
A few smileys, expressionless,
He was happy then.
When I was too sick on bed,
Hubby messaged him.
After a long while waiting,
He dropped a sad smiley.
Hubby consoled me, and waited,
Only smileys came.
And I was to leave on time out,
Hubby messaged again.
Now, I am pulled out of mortuary,
Hubby whispered with a sob,
'My love, he is too busy and,
Weeping smileys for you'.
He covered me with the linen,
A shirt I bought for my buddy,
Just before I fall sick, because
I felt he will come one day.
On my way to graveyard,
I still wished to say aloud,
Love you a lot my best buddy,
I loved you unconditionally.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
I have seen the darkness.
I have seen the light.
I have felt the calmness
And also remained uptight.
Out of all these feelings,
I have always loved delight.
✒
I have been in solitude.
I have been in crowd.
I have shown some gratitude
And for that, I have also cried out loud.
Out of all these states,
Thankfulness has always been my attitude.
✒
I have loved the summer.
I have loved the rain.
I have loved the winter
And drew smileys on window's pane.
Out of all these seasons,
Autumn is the season when
my pen does not stutter.
✒
I have sung a song.
I have remained silent.
I have understood right or wrong.
And sometimes become violent.
Out of all these emotions,
Happiness is the one where I belong.
✒
I have loved my father
I have loved my mom.
I have seen them moving farther
And heard the silences before the storm.
Out of the two...
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
I must forget the day you said hello
and tried to say my name right
of which you failed.
I must forget
the promises you said that we will travel anywhere
as long as our dreams could take.
I must forget
you told me you love me with you selfish little reasons,
it melted my heart that October night.
I must forget all the times you cheered me up,
you asked me what color to paint
on your newly-found house.
I must forget
the daydreams of you and me
and the never ending messages full of smileys.
I must forget, I must forget.
But memories were never meant to be forgotten but kept.
I never meant to do this until you shared your heart with someone else.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
You said from your ideal self
i heard from the real you
its a tale of the time when
the imperfect me met the imperfect you
Your fingers swirling stars,
you turn back when you want to whine,
your feeble likes and strong dislikes,
moving castle is your favourite story,
Rick and morty i have never watched but heard enough
to hold a talk,
random cartoons dose takes me high,
kiss smileys every morning and every night.
Gokarna, bijapur, karwar, veenu, manipal,
are few places I can count
an endless list of lab tours and
campus walks are not to be forgotten…fading is inevitably bound
I never told you that sometimes I walk behind you to know how it feels,
when you move on, far away from me.
After long notes and longer nights,
I am writing with the fewer words that I can find.
That street I pass every night knows I am hurt,
I scream your name with all my broken parts,
They say its a phase but I know its a ‘scar’,
only you can heal it with your gaze and touch.
I wonder how your smile has changed over the phone calls,
your breathe is all i know,
Its been long since I felt it, before I was caught in the right and the wrong.
Moral correctness is morally flawed,
because it listens to the stories of knightly mountains,
not the thin brook flowing down its bleeding rocks.
I am a burning candle who lights you when around,
but now you are gone I stand burning endlessly
I want you to cry, cry in my arms while my tears run down your neck,
silence be broken with pain and sorrow,
till the room is filled with smoke and the candle dies,
With the fading weep and drying tears darkness spreads in the world,
let the Gods above know that we have broken apart.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
People’s rhymes sold in auctions, please take caution
Of the window washing smileys panhandling toxins
Give no option, moshing many minerals
Cocktail parties are more hardy maybe visceral
Rock the mini marts when the boys tumble out
To cull clerks hurtin’ in no cocktail lounge
Shout outs as loud as the whole neighborhood
Mounds of scatter chips blitz grub to scrounge
Shout out to the clerk, sorry we’re super drunk
How bout not being a dupe or **** you entertainment monks
Who’d of thunk these the spunky thinkers of tomorrow
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC