"smoothen" poems
Today, I am gardening my life,
I'll root out worrisome weeds,
Those thoughts that trouble me,
Cast them aside, those I'd never need.
I'll cut the grass of discontent,
Layer it even, soft, green and sweet,
Smoothen the furrows,
So I can run content, bare feet.
I'll water seeds planted with love,
Of friends made this year,
Friendships that bloomed,
That make life special, worth living and dear.
I'll welcome butterflies,
And make homes for nesting birds,
With them, taste sun's ambrosia,
Soar and see the world.
I'll bask in the rainbow of colors,
Of blossoms brilliant and bright,
And keep them sheltered,
When they sleep at night.
I'll capture the scented essence,
Of roses, jasmines and lilies
Place them in a jar —
As fragrant memories.
I'll love, rest and spend more time,
Under the shade of the family tree,
Cherish every moment, every minute,
Beneath its precious canopy.
And I'll buy new saplings,
Sow them all carefully in a row,
Of hopes, promises to me and mine,
And tend to them, make them grow.
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
Observing the flowing water
There is a feeling of tranquility
Which washes over the worries
Holding the essence of life
An elixir which infuses hope
Take a dip to energize the soul
Cleanses away the negativism
Remember, it’s a part of you
Connecting with your inner self
Rejuvenating the life’s possibilities
None greater force
Which can smoothen the rough edges
Life’s a tranquil flow
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
So, okay, are you listening?
Being a monkey means
many things...
Yes!
It also means loving,
not just bananas,
but the people who love
bananas, and monkeys too!
Listen to me in your heart,
pay attention now, person,
and this is gonna be
the best smoothie ever!
Bananas come first, of course,
then yogurt, vanilla, of course,
a BIG spoon of peanut butter..
Yes, really!
Trust me!
Cinnamon to jazz it up,
water to smoothen it...
we are calling this a smoothie
RIGHT?
And for extra-special, maple syrup,
to give it a heavenly touch!
Now cover your ears,
which are almost as sensitive
as mine, and ... Oh!
How do you push the button
with your fingers over your ears!
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Blessed with matchlessly magical Parents,
Their supremely good, serenely happy raising,
design our thought processes.
Their loving, comforting storytelling skills,
leave indelible footprints and heartprints.
Thankyou God for this Benedictory Love!!!
Blessed with a bombastic Brother,
self-styled natural, perennial itinerant,
Sentinel of sisters life-long.
Sentiments flow unabatedly,
for our illustrious, boisterous beloved younger.
Thankyou God for this Blissful Love!!!
Blessed with delicate darling Sister,
who wears expressions benignant perpetually.
Wiitty, gritty, easy-going habitually.
Evident protected favourite of all surely.
Fondest moments born in her queenly company.
Thankyou God for this Harmonious Love!!!
Blessed with solicitous Husband,
His silent romanticism, macho protective ways,
smoothen tumultuous paths.
Terribly correct and sober better half,
Brokers peace, plots life's happiness graph.
Thankyou God for this Angelic Love!!!
Blessed with an endearing Child,
Whose arrival, auspicious, momentous and miraculous, Rearing the divine and sublime born,
definitely, a definition for the guardians.
Our child, our panacea, promise of better tomorrows.
Thankyou God for this Supreme Love!!!
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
I want to tell you I could love you.
I could make you happy.
I could make you fall apart on the
bedroom floor,
helplessly and desperately proclaiming
that our love was more
than the nights of
raised arms and oceans of threatening depths.
But fifteen is an age when all of this
is just a dream,
a cliff where the jump is even more
dangerous than everyone says it to be.
Fifteen is the age when I believe,
that my hands have grown rough enough
to take yours
and maturity and age
have always been our similarity.
But fifteen is just another name for
"You're too young."
I cannot promise you that a wedding ring
would worth more than
the freedom to love the women
of taller heights and wider hips
for their lipstick is much darker
than the lip balm I use to
smoothen the dried skin.
For I do not know what it is like
to slide the glass between my fingers
and to taste the golden bubbles
freeze my teeth.
I do not know how to light a cigarette
or how to inhale the scent and death of rebellion.
I do not know how to let the ashes fall
unto the tray without burning my skin
and dirtying my nails.
I do not know how to make you want me,
how to dress and turn my curves
into mountains you wish to explore.
I do not know how to turn my tongue
into a weapon much deadlier
than the wind.
I do not know how to make you
feel beautiful.
So with all of the worlds streets, corners and
dimly lit bars,
I am nothing but a little pigtailed girl
with a lollipop in one hand and a poorly written
love note in the other.
And there you are,
as tall and as handsome as I've always seen
you as
with no time to look down,
only straight ahead.
But I guess, thats okay.
The heels would never have fit me anyway.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
I have been drinking with this girl all night
Admiring the beauty in her eyes
I asked “are you lonesome tonight?
If so, wanna come back to mine?”
She smiled, finished her drink and said “alright”
Now we’re back at mine
Drinking endless glasses of wine
As we continue ******** about our lives
She goes on about her ex and how he lied
I put on a vinyl to smoothen out the vibes
She says “I love this one, we must dance”
She then jumps up and takes my hand
As we dance
Looking into each other’s eyes
She gives me a kiss and bites my lip
Making me sigh
I spin her around to hold her from behind
Kissing her neck whilst she runs her fingers through my hair
I kiss behind her ear and whisper
“Should we go to bed?”
She turns around, pins me down and said
“Let’s **** to Joy Division instead”
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC
Its tough to fight
Its tough to Strike
Its tough to smoothen the ****
Its tough to motivate our mind
Its tough to conquer our feelings
Its tough to win the shine
Its tough to show our emotions
without any pinch of drama
you wana loose up all the pain.
Its tough to win this life
Its tough to take all the love
family, friends and
OuR RIGHTS
Goodnight...
Jan 5, 2023
Jan 5, 2023 at 2:11 PM UTC
If you were to love me as much as I love you
You'll see that all our dreams would all come true
Cause my love for you is unconditional
our love would have been eternal
As I smoothen the cracks along my heart
which I must say, you broke these parts
I prepare to fall for you again
and see you break me more and leave me here in pain..
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
One sunny aftr’noon I chose
To stroll upon the sound
When suddenly I glimpsed ahead
And saw, me, on the ground
This vaguest doppelganger mimick’d
Ev’ry move I made
It spun upon the sand and whirl’d
As I turn’d away
Than standing still, I crook’d my head
And look’d behind in shock
I saw my mimic laying there
As wrought and real as rock
But as the sun began to sink
And moon commenc’d to rise
My companion stretch’d as on
A rack, before my very eyes
I slep’t upon the beach that night
Awaiting its return
And awoke to feel the sand against
My face begin to burn
Still half asleep, I stumbled to
The bay to wash my eyes
And while splashing water on my head
I view’d to my surprise
My shadow spread across the sand
And glinting smoothen’d stone
Now in days of solitude
I know I’m not alone
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 6:19 PM UTC
The wasted land,
Where the birds Sing,
but the people cry,
The purple city,
Burning in yellow
The cruellest month,
Which is flames mix with cold.
Sickening my mind all of a sudden.
Late winter sky is about to cry
conquer in wind,
Amber-hued, sunny and hot,
The owner of our secretes,
Hiding from our grieving eyes
Sinking in greyish blue cloud.
I found the best moment to write,
Right after melancholy moments.
From his smoothen skin to her so mean eyes,
Born something unknown desire to have,
Every touch of his, soaked in alky ash.
lets fire up that moment with unspoken truth.
Be as you always been,
Be that lover and don't be change
There was fear and the fire
With the suffused enough heart, like unbreakable
With the cried enough eyes, like compassionate
To each other, to the sea, which seems
The illusions lay before us on land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful
Neither joy, nor love,
Nor peace, nor help for pain;
Scattered the violet and blue light
Away from our eye sight
In this lonely city,
Where struggle and tenderness collide,
Swept with complex evening clouds.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 12:16 PM UTC
And on that day you were born, my Sylvia, I murdered your father. So how you would grow up will depend entirely up to me.
I burnt his graceless flesh and mantled you with isolation. I threw his clothes on the window and buried his existence in the ground. Syl, sometimes you see him suspended in midair, I know, like a strange curve on the portrait, like a portrait wrapped in moth, like a moth perched on the wall, like a wall that doesn’t suit the architecture. But you never bothered to find out, good girl.
You were created in the course of the stars, on the backyard, my Sylvia and molded by flowers, so I must feed you with butterflies, drown you in poetry. You are the constellations I have disarrayed, the world I will dismember. You are the infinity, my love. You are the stretch of the ocean, the look in your father’s eyes before he sleeps. You are the incoherence of forever. You are the inconsistency of happiness.
My Syl, I fear that you will grow up, one day. You will leave this little cottage, and search for a better plastered wall. You will doubt my existence and those bleeding of the feathers. You will tear your skin and discover a new you underneath. You will find your crater of imperfections, you will be astonished, you will begin to wonder, you will begin to question and you will forget about me. You will begin to ***** my lullabies.
Hush, my love, and close your eyes. I will make you immortal. I will stitch you with stardust. I will cover your little lovely bones with perfection. I will smoothen you like a wax; you may kiss your scars goodbye. I will preserve your name with you, and lock you both in a beautiful cage. I will make you immortal. I will make you immortal. I will make you immortal. Like a prayer. Like a lovely prayer.
Your fist locked like a period, began the history, encompassed the world, the silent plea, the quivering resistance, the flickering flame; your little mouth in absolute surrender. You are the rigidity of my everlasting delight, the bleeding poppies in every battleground. Sleep, my Sylvia, sleep, and never wake up.
Stay infinite, my Syl, my sweet, my love. We are greater than literature. We are larger than biography. Always remember that.
Always remember that.
Always remember that.
Always
Remember
That.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
to hold
the other's happiness
higher than your own
to lie in each other's arms
trembling with joy
always tell the whole truth
even though it may hurt
try to really listen
to each other's words
stand by each other
in times of sorrow
love the children
like your own
love each other as
you love yourselves
say it
when you need time for yourself
before the world falls apart
escape from the quotidian
with a sudden caress
on doors closed for a while
rap gently
tell tenderly
each other's fears
and smoothen the frowning brow
with kisses
think of the little things
at breakfast
understand contradiction
as the sign of life
only the dead
contradict nobody
not even themselves
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Can I ask why we are playing pretend,
we've hit a bump in the road
and we're just carrying on like it was never there.
Hoping that the lies will be able to smoothen it out
so that no one will see the cracks it left behind.
But what if I am done pretending
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
I'm dreaming of a girl so far
she'll never touch my hand,
but still she manages to reside
and assure my heart is bent.
Cosmic fate, what is your grand plan,
what is the meaning of this test?
Leaving my heart dazzled and my mind dazed,
the result will still break my chest.
Let me give you this flower, my vicious vision
to smoothen your unsteady sight
given that I've fallen long ago
at least listen to my bittersweet plight.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
He saw her soft flowing mane
Bouncing gracefully over her waist lean
She looked peaceful, she looked serene
What they shared together neither could explain.
She quickly pulled back her hair in a pony tail
How could he like them now that they were so thin and frail?
He looked into her expressive grey eyes
They were as deep as the oceans great
Gazing into them for eternity he could wait
They never betrayed her feelings, they looked wise.
She quickly covered them with her spectacles
How could he like them now with those dark circles?
His gaze moved over to her perfect smile
It had always had a mesmerizing effect
It still sent his heart racing the last time he checked
It added to her elegance, it added to her style.
She quickly stopped smiling to smoothen all the wrinkles
How could he like them now without those deep deep dimples!
Her appearance had changed over time
But he still remembered her as the beautiful young girl he had met years ago
She had a pure soul and a divine glow
Which had only grown manifold in her prime.
No words were needed for her to read his mind
After all age was just a number to be left behind.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
So this Lady-of-Themes infused with Beat,
Whose Soft-Flamed Hands smoothen the Letter's Edge,
Whose Process define what Matters on Heat -
Like Ripe Seeds scattered take Root on the Ledge
Then enrich such Themes my Country indeed
Which plomb this Moment I can take to Pride:
Another Beauty marked Genious-of-East
And Future the Written Maiden abide
If Blessings - un-poped - then endowed onto her
For Utmost Talent was beyond belief
Still her Tongue the Innocent bid confer
To sand these Edges from Rough World's relief.
And by such Hands, let our Mothers invoke:
Youth indeed does Spell; And Spells out our Hope.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
Adam waded out of the garden
With him Eve as his first shade of the Hades!
With faded glory and heavy heart
The earth moved with a tilt to avert
The inglorious eve from the sun in the west
In an attempt to set in the cover of darkness.
The leaves bent down as the branches
Stood still with the motionless wind aghast.
The adjoining creeks joined to weep
With the mother of mankind's misery.
Pearls of tears flushed down the cheeks
Of the deprived and devastated Eve.
The diabolic sin had created a contrast
In the invisible brightness of bliss,
To be visible and to perceive decibels
At the cost of losing the Invincible!
Adam's stoic resin tears seeped down
Like amber to petrify the sin at heart centre,
To convert the egoistic pinching pain into a relic
That should show witness for ages,
As a precious wreckage of man's first sin.
Transparent though yet the smothering Eve's pain
Must be confined at the centre of an air chamber
With a pair of tending dark fins of the lungs
That inhale and exhale like a wounded swan.
Still striving to smoothen and cool the pain stricken soul
Eve engaged herself to cover his chest with her long dark hairs
And pressed the pair of seat of emotions to absorb
And assuage his painful visage.
But the hot pain linger at the solid rock bottom
Like ash covered ember at the fender
And melt a little the crystal tears
To vapour in wafts of deep sighs.
For the pain is from the depths
That nothing can match or reach
But for the touch of the Perfect
Who else can reach it and catch it
And turn it into an unfailing pail of Mercy?
But the diabolic seed of sin had implanted a contrast
In the invisible brightness of bliss,
To be visible and perceive decibels
To confine man's life into a visible spectrum
Bound by the lengths of day and night
And comprehensible only within the line of sight,
At the cost of losing the Invincible,
Eternal boundless brightness and Bliss!
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
Trying to smoothen out the edges
On a jagged surface of Jade.
I will cut myself if I am not careful;
This girl is as sharp as a blade!
She's vicious and she's charming,
In the most enchanting way.
If Jade asked, with love, to cut my throat,
With love, I would die today.
The moon, it seems to steal its shine
From the eyes of my sweet Jade.
When I'm with Jade, and day turns to night,
The sunlight appears not to fade.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
Dearest Mother
I’ve seen your tears
Basked in your smiles and bursts of ire
I’ve seen your hard work
Your hands are calloused, worn, and brown
But they’re a gentle caress
As they smoothen my frown
Sweetest Mother
You’re all I’ve known
You raised me and loved me
Care is all you’ve ever shown
The taste of your cooking is the call of home
A flavor sweeter than a honeycomb
Joyous Mother,
I will always be grateful
Truly and forever
For all you’ve done
Remember I love you
So smile, laugh, and cry
It'll all be alright
Cause I’ll be here
Right by your side.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 2:58 AM UTC
The trees are my friends
also is the moon
I feel their love extend
with people i pretend ;
Weary of the mask
elliptical prescriptions full of chemicals i pass
They told me it would help
mellow out my mood
Smoothen out the edges
no longer craving food
Im sleepy all the time
the opposite of fine
I cry to the devine
so i wont lose my mind
Sever the appendage
take the skin from bone
Allow my soul to fly
into a better home
Hungry for my freedom
we found it isn't free
Detach your arm and leg
to live conveniently
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
"Your kohl black Indian eyes,
emitting silver lightening
**** me in small instalments"
I whisper, softly in her ear
"From my beloved mother,
but much less lethal"she explains
the generational difference.
"This kick *** legginess"
I begin while doing
an *"Aarti"with my eyes ,
on that magnificence;
it soon turned panegyric,
yes she loved it, of course.
"A family inheritance,
athletic genes, handed over
from a day past, but your attention,
at this juncture is misguided"
she turns cheeky at such times.
"A heart that beats faster whenever
a thing of beauty is at sight, nothing more"
I attempt to smoothen the friction.
"The spirit instilled by a father,who'd
die for beauty and then polished it to such shine
by one special,who is kept here"winking at me
says she, pointing at her chest, assets ample,
vying with each other, for a space,
on her front page, though what she
meant was her heart,in a space much deeper.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
I want you
to curl up on me,
nestle yourself snugly
between my arms and
move around until you find
the perfect places
for all your angles and creases,
your folds and ridges -
to let your eyes seek
the starbursts of the Dreaming,
to breathe in surrender and
breathe out all your demons -
to rest your shoulders
from the weight of the world
and smoothen
the dents the sky has made upon your back
as your hands
remember how it feels
not to be climbing up cliffs
that placed themselves between
what you want and what you have -
I want you to slow down,
so maybe sleep
can remind your smile
how lovely it feels to be
upon you.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC