"squinched" poems
Sitting quietly in my room,
blankets up to my nose.
I look out the moonlit window
the shadows curling my toes.
Scratching softly against the panes,
a little imp, awaiting his time.
Seizing a moment to call his own.
Causing fright is his fell crime.
Stealing away my peace of mind,
dancing gleefully at my fear.
Chuckling softly, at his impish feats,
Spreading about his dastardly cheer.
All alone huddled in my bed,
clutching my flashlight close to me.
Eyes squinched tight shut
Ears perked listening, legs ready to flee.
Hearing him creeping, slinking,
Lurking, scratching, and giving a chuffle.
Frightened to look and unable to not,
caught by the light, he gives a wicked snuffle.
I give forth a shriek in fright,
and hide beneath my blankets.
Then that wretched imp, grinning with delight,
races onward, escaping, capering, mouth agaping
Lost in its awful glee, looking for more tiny tots.
Hoping to set their screams free.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 6:42 PM UTC
Sitting quietly in my bed,
blankets pulled up to my nose.
I look out the moonlit window
Moving shadows curl my toes.
Scratching softly at the pane
An imp awaits his time
To seize a moment to call his own.
Causing fright, his fell crime.
To steal away my peace of mind
And gleefully dance at my fear.
He chuckles softly at his impish feats
Spreading his dastardly cheer.
All alone huddled in my bed,
I clutch my flashlight close.
Eyes squinched tight shut
Ears strain to hear, legs ready to flee.
I feel him creeping, slinking,
Lurking, scratching, and giving a chuffle.
Frightened to look and unable to not.
I catch him in the light. He gives a wicked snuffle.
I hide beneath my blankets
and shriek with fright.
He races about capering, mouth agaping
That wretched imp grins with delight.
Lost in its awful glee, he looks for more tiny tots.
Hoping to set their frightened screams free.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 9:13 AM UTC
I see war movies
in the night a little late
That's only place I find
People with greater pain
I see it when I'm sad
I see it when I feel disabled
I see it when I need pals
I see it to feel less miserable
I saw a man in wildfire
And another burning it
There was one in vicious smoke
There was one making it
I saw the little devil blast
I saw lots of flying metal
I saw men killing fellow men
And it squinched my heart a little
Men lost their lives in war
Some only died half
Curse with a lot worse
They'll have to die in parts
Love doesn't pierce your flesh
Or leave any visible scars
But for I know and all I know
I'd rather be at war
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
let me start by saying i'm not a spiritual person
i don't believe in destiny
or even probably god
but today i had a spiritual moment
mid afternoon
listening to the song she told me she loved
and it's completely silent except for the gentle
sounds of guitar and lyrics
oh god the lyrics
through rivers and roads, rivers and roads
and as i thought about if you were in heaven or even had a soul anymore
sunlight seeped through my window
and i think i felt you
i clutched my arms around myself
and squinched my eyes shut
and felt like it was you that was hugging me
and you were telling me how proud of me you are
and how i've grown into such a remarkable woman
and i whispered into the charged air that i would try for you
i will live my life for you
i will work so ******* hard to make you proud of me
and i know if you were here now
i wouldn't need to rely on the window
because the sunlight would be seeping out of you
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
With a clenched fist, I took a piece of you
From the day we parted.
It was just a little piece, so you never knew.
Eye squinched,
Face pinched,
And clenched fist to my little heart,
Too afraid that letting that part
Of you go would mean forgetting.
Forever loosing,
The love I once felt with such happiness.
Without a chance to ever confess
That you have been my reason to live–
My reason to give
Life a chance and wanting nothing more than to
Dance with you in my arms–Time finally on our side.
So I held that piece
Of you
Like sand in my fist, you kept slipping through
My fingers. And my clenched fist
Had no bearing on the day when I just missed
You, by a moment.
And so tonight, my love, I release–
With an open palm,
I send all my love to you.
With the only hope that someday,
You just might see me, and love me too.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
I walked toward the piano
And ran my fingers on its keys
He looked at me with wonder
Raised his eyebrow
Squinched his cheeks
I smiled and awnsered
"its my only escape"
"Can I be your escape" he whispered too quickly to be thought over
I couldn't figure out if he meant it or just felt it in his throat
But I took a breath, thought little thoughts and
"Sure"
I replied
With some sort of absance of the emptiness inside
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
On the periphery of Delhi, I recollect as I was on a tour,
A boundary barred the rich metropolitan society and the hellish slums,
My eyes, they landed on a barefoot group of boys- four,
Hello! I called out, they immediately scattered and greeted me with a joyous smile.
Their leader was the smartest little man I've ever encountered,
Raju was his name- full of energy, life and joy
He took a liking towards my golden watch which was a bit tattered,
I gave it to him and I swear I've never seen a much happier boy
His friends congratulated him as it was the most luxurious thing in their inventory,
Poor kids- the state and class in which they were born was pure involuntary,
I asked him, What is your dream, Raju? What is it that you desire?
He smirked and said, A lifestyle, a job, some money is what I want to acquire.
I ponder, the things we call basic necessity are their basic tools of "survival",
The things we discard and waste are their means of revival,
What do we lack? The latest devices? A less comfortable bed?
Poor fellas don't even have a roof over their heads!
I ask him, Raju, what is it that you want to be?
He says, I want to be like our Saheb- successful and rich,
I ask him, How will you do that? His eyes squinched- he gave a twitch,
He was blank and clueless about how his torn destiny he could stitch!
In retrospect, I was blank too as to what was my purpose,
I realised that I had no visions as well, I was worthless,
I gazed upon their innocent wandering faces and made up my mind,
My dream was to be an educator and teach those whom I could find!
That day a conversation changed me forever,
It changed the way I thought and saw the world,
It changed me and with my old self, I rebelled,
That day, "The Vision of a gentleman" moved me,
It changed my carefree attitude, it improved me,
It changed "The old me", it constituted "The New me"
Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 8:37 AM UTC