"turmoils" poems
I wonder if the color green releases calm and renewal energies because it is the earth's carpet, magnetizing us down to earth.
I wonder if the color red wraps around passion and chaos because the blood in our veins rush evermore when we see something we love, and it rushes to our brain when our world turmoils.
I wonder if the color blue spreads hope for the sky as a crutch for those who have nowhere else to look but up to their god or to the formation of clouds that one cannot make sense of their cotton candy essence.
I wonder what color we are. What color does the earth reflect on us? Are we chameleons, morphing into different shades by the hour or are we permanent markers, bleeding deep? Maybe we are gray and receive color by what we surround ourselves with. That's how science works, right? A reflection of light in our retinas.
I am purple. There is a cloud of mystery and romanticism that shields me like a cloak, but my emotions run like rich velvet. Maybe one day I'll find a yellow who bursts rays of warmth. I think I would like to be with a yellow one day, the golden hour of colors.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Engulfed by light /
eyes open wide/
my pupil turns white/
it’s nothing to stand in the impenetrable heat. /
The sun stands before you/
with all of your turmoils /
your mind is my glory hole !/
The powerful gust from a huge fan i trust/
was disguised as an infinite beam as it lifts me/
dematerialize the old grains of me/
The wind spreads her love unconditionally
/DESERT JASPER /
what morals are you after?
In the face of sadism
the expression of laughter.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
healthy relationships can never be developed overnight. Conscious efforts, thoughtful gestures, quality time and sacrifices are the keys to become a healthy couple. Developing strong relation with your partner demands effort and time. And to make your relation everlasting, a consistent positive approach is a must.
Healthy couples always keep a positive approach towards their relation with each other. Healthy couples build their relationship with everyday efforts. They agree to the fact that relationships need regular nurturing.
At times we get caught in the negative spur of everyday life. We are having problems at job, finances are failing, kids are sick, arguments with colleagues and many such turmoils of daily life influence our emotions and ultimately our relationships.
Healthy couples always focus on the positive qualities of the partner in rough times. Whenever you are frustrated, make a conscious effort to focus on the things you admire and appreciate about your spouse.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
We live on the ripples of a beating heart
Sailing wide across a great black sea
Each pulses like falling raindrops
As we drift on the surface of destiny
We know the struggles and the storms to come
Foundations the turmoils of passing winds
Are scattering on our way towards the sun
Were raised by none but the breathe of our will
We become landscapes the further we are drawn
Cold mountains, dense forests, oceans and such,
On our carved existence all promise to be found
As we roam from mood to mood and thought to thought
We understand at last what the touch reconciles
When we start to realize what we had always known
That the world was always ours, and it dawns on our mind
That the rainfall had stopped while we’d landed home
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
I heard a woman singing in the car,
about being reborn as a peacock for Krishna
so that she could sit in beautiful penance for him.
While watching whizzing morning work trucks,
and beat-up corollas and motion blur,
I thought of you in the stillness of sleep.
If I were to be reborn I'd like to be a bird as well
so that I could provide the down in your pillow,
and be cushion to your carousel crown
But then I would be lonely when you go to work.
If I were to be reborn, I'd like to be your sunglasses,
so that I could protect your squinting eyes,
and live by your lushest lashes.
But then you'd lock me away in a case, and I won't be able to see you.
If I were to be reborn, I'd be a bracelet made of magic beads,
so that I could promise health around your often pained wrists,
and fix the freedom in your fiery fingers.
But then you'll probably lose me, or unstring me accidentally with time.
If I were to be reborn, I'd like to be your favorite puppy,
so that I could pacify your inner turmoils.
and be held by your human hands.
But then you'll possibly outlive me, and I wish to watch you grow.
If I were to be reborn, I'd be lonely, locked away, left, lost, and outlived-
so I'd rather stay in this life with all of my privileges
of providing, protecting, promising and pacifying
as your lucky lover.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Heart tormented throughout the age
Seeing nothing but destruction
Cruelty the best of the worst
Scarred for life
By a mother's emotional abuse
Never feeling comfortable around men
Afraid of anything more indepth than ***
Finding a nonjudgemental man
Thinking to repairing the past
Unknowingly mimics the mother
Finally swept away off the feet
Married, optimistic of the future
A child born early
New mother now turns the page
Happy as can be
Hormones a woman's curse
Cause heartache and despair
Mixed with the abuse of the past
Trying to over come
Badly, wanting to be good
Years pass by like rain
Flooding the family as it grows
No desire felt, yet in love for sure
Lost, scared
Self preservation reigns high
Sins of the mother passed down
Sharp tongue, quick wit
Cutting deeply through the love
Wants despartely to want, need
Tries to hang on to give not take
Illness prevails
Striking down
Hormones and desire all put aside
Attempts to reach out
Just cannot
You stop trying and give up
It gets worse
Make it stop mommy
Don't leave Daddy
Tear paint the canvas
Have I been so cruel
Ungiving and cold
Cirumstances piling up
Body becoming older
Beggs and pleads to try to fix
Isn't just a cold hearted woman
A beautiful soul inside
Just needs nourishment
Don't turn away
Don't toss tthis lifeaway
Not into the trash
Try harder
Meet a quarter of the way
Whatever you decide
Please Don't turn away
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 1:36 AM UTC
From day to day I rest my mind,
from the daily turmoils that lay hidden inside.
For how has it become of our nation's taboo,
to sit down all day like social-media infected baboons?
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
.........as the sun just went for his nap, I woke up disturbed; in the middle of turmoils, on the edge of disasters.........
Even though I wanted to, I couldn't sleep; I couldn't cry out for company, for I had known long back that my words were weak...
There was some sleep in my eyes, some emptiness in my heart, and hunger in my soul...
The situation here was chaotic, people killing each other for the sake of some long lost freedom...
I wish I could turn back the clock,
and bring the wheels of time to a stop.
But time is obnoxious; then human lust for power,
and some frivolous ideologies about freedom,
make existence even more dangerous...
And when hope runs out, we become merely living dead creatures.... And such had the conditions worsened in this area, that all was lost...
Each night I slept without a single hope of seeing tomorrow's sunshine...
Each time I went out, I filled myself with the sight of my beloved ones, as if it is the final meeting with them...
So I couldn't find much difference between today and the other days....It seems like all was imprinted on me;
My birth, which brought me here;
My journey, which was neither much in favor,
nor much against my stable, yet conflicting mind;
and My end, which was too stubborn to accept me....
I was neglected by everyone, from everyone, and that's what solidified me...
"I hid my pains even from myself,
I revealed my pains only to myself..."
I was unaware of what I was headed to,
or whether I'd make it or not....that was unacceptable to all, I was unacceptable to all....
"My days are keeping on getting bad
My nights are keeping on getting worst,
I don't know the truths, just I guess I'm thirsty,
But unaware of what would quench my thirst..."
This area is a battlefield,
and my battle here is with the guerrilla force,
my battle here is with the terrorists....
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
*You spoke adamantly of gentle courage
and sharing spring's flourished nectar,
the swooning rhythm of swaying trees
and the easeful breezes that flow
'tween endearment's sensibilities,
misty moonbows 'neath dusk's stormy skies
lavender sunsets midst rosy horizons,
affectation surging amid life's turmoils
wallowing in self indulgence &
the harmony of olive branch surrender
and thrumming heart strings of patience,
it was then I comprehended, darkness doesn't
last a lifetime when lit by love's fortitude*
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
You live at the bottom of a bottle,
your life supply not the air you breathe,
but the drugs you ingest.
The pills, the powders,
trapping you in a permanent haze.
You're stuck.
The alcohol your only friend.
When does it stop?
Is the pain too steep?
Agony seeps into your veins.
Malicious intent creeping through your daily turmoils.
Your future is bleak.
Inner pain ripping you to shreds.
You self medicate, but it'll never stop.
There is only one way out.
It was all too much.
Another life lost to the monsters in the closet.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
.to have gained so much through a process of loss is a meandering truth to my life. the relationships i build, manufacture..become processed. an unreal version of the way life was supposed to be. for me anyways. where has the real "grit" gone to. the granules of momentum in mind and heart. to be willing to overcome the self pity, to go the distance, to be you. i look around, peer into the eyes of others and see a smog. a stream of tar. thick with loathing and disdain. for what reason do we allow ourselves to become these wandering entities? we do not deserve this life, this body, this chance if we are going to let it become stagnant, flat, static. i much rather let reclusive acts take me away, than to be consumed in the negativity, the natural downturn. don't grasp onto the cruel aspects of life, live through them and continue by appreciating the grace that has been given to you through such turmoils. love whom you choose to love with all of your sacred heart. you have an endless pit of this emotion as long as you are strong enough to witness the miracle of forgiveness. be one with you. be you. dont leave pieces of you lying about. you are the morning the after noon, the evening and the night. the blossoming sun, and the face in the moon. you are eternity if you wish upon it. wish.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 9:58 AM UTC
What mists are these
That grow heavy in the palm
Making bruises weep
These mists that place themselves
By treaty or inheritance
With such ferocity
Embalm the soul with tears
Announcing their pleasure
To be resurrected
These mists that represent a tragedy
An imagination that beholds a bleeding
Yes, a bleeding from mine eyes
A conflagration of blood
That flares a collaboration of turmoils
With effortless deployment in the mind
Erratically as if impediment does not impose
Itself upon their mortal breach
An unresponsive pace that energizes
The tragedy of my great lament
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 3:50 PM UTC
For the first time
In several months
I have felt an emotion
That isn't resent
For another human being.
I am thinking of one of
My truest friends.
One of my main confidants
In all of life's turmoils.
And this emotion is sad.
I am sad because she truly
Believes that her path is set,
That this is the only way.
She is self loathing and she is sad.
She is brave above all else
But she is also a coward.
I wish more then anything
For her safety
In these approaching times.
They will not be easy
For anyone.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
I get hurt I don't mind. She gets hurt I don't care,
You get hurt I worry a lot a lot
Because I care,
I never want to see you hurt,
From all her drama and turmoils,
You still don't realise that its me who
Cares.
She's driven you through hell,
Some little publicity and all.
Silly little drama that could have pushed me way but still I stood with
My sobering heart
Waiting for my chance to
Comfort
You after her dread
And heal your wounds from her
Sharp swords.
It is my endless love that makes me
Care
Yet I don't mind that you are never
Going to love me.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
Dabbling in daunting errant
Walks the line of sane and saint
Map's of mice and men immortal
"turmoils end or endless toil?"
Journey's end or genocide.....
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
No body knows the Trouble I;ve Seen~Except my Aunt Maude and the Mowin machine.. No body knows the garbage I've tossed~Except for that stray dog~who by now Must be lost... No body knows the Trash I've tripped over~Except for that Yellow Horse that eats all the clover... No body know the Turmoils and Bruises~Except for those folks who take Long cruises... No body knows the Tormenting stress~Except for Garden hoses and the guy doing the Bench Press... No body knows the Aggravation I've got stored~ Except for a Majesty sitting on His Throne... No body knows the Deceit that I've been dealt~Except for that guy who always wears the Bright Blue belt... No body knows that awful dog Grover~Except the Fat Lady who sings ,When's it's all over... No body knows what Sloppy Joe Means~Except for the people who wear Hand-me-down Jeans... No body knows what it's like to feel Really Blue~Except for the people who try to make friends with fast drying Glue... No body knows where all these Roads might lead ~Except for those who know what it's like to be on your knees... "NO BODY KNOW THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN ! !
Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 3:51 AM UTC
Come and tell, what do you fear?
The end is indecisive, trapped between now and coming;
But let's see it close, it leers at you, we want to hear.
What do you fear?
A man's rise, we see; the incineration of stagnant fears,
the will to understand what was once to hate.
A long path remains, but we see a man's rise, near.
So what do you fear?
Do you despise the bonds that keep you strong,
do you loathe the lives you must forgive?
Do you feel alone amongst the lovers, who show you how to live?
Can you speak, fool, can you speak your mind?
Do the shadows of time deceive you, as they have done every time?
Do you dread the betrayals following to your pyre?
Tell us, why do you cower?
Do you deserve the warmth, the conditional unconditional?
Do you feel pity for those who see not your visage beneath the mask?
Your treachery in friendship,
Your misogyny in love,
Your refusal to see answers to the turmoils and turbulence, to accept, to ask?
Do you fear that you'll hurt them,
and they won't understand?
Do you fear your solitude falling through like sand?
They see your isolation, they pity, they help;
they know not the darkness you call home yourself.
You love them, you cherish, you help, and you leave;
you know not of the ashes smouldering in your wake.
The scars dealt by your denials, too deep to conceive.
The hands that remain, you stay too weak to take;
The ones you choose to spurn - aye, yet another mistake.
You embrace the destiny of a lonely fire, with no warm breath to keep you near;
You've fought to love the isolation, so tell us,
Is this what you fear?
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
~~~~
Chill electronics
Fervours me forth
From the frost mornings
Over crushed relations
Over the lost margins
Across the horisons
Ending heated desserts
Alienated from lonsome cries
We travel on the cloud called ninth
Of a everydays man turmoils
Turning into naught
Becoming a hoop
Around allured
Swell membrane
Top to bottom
Willing to
Play
Anatomy
Works with
the lucrative
Vibrations
My elation
Our abdomination
Each pace on the drum
Is a hollow awareness
Is a primal bite
Into a predestined
Prerogative ~ the
Love's ethnicity
Till ambushed silk
cotton
Tambourines
Start to jingle
Floral essences
Burst
Into
Dark curls
Azam Magnetic Magma
Charming one thousand
And one
Free from misery
Mystery Nights
Equanimity
Oriental
Ambiental Ali
Opened space
Spell~bounded
Sounds Alluring Affirmity
The woman's
Darkling alto
Swims into me
Dear saphir's lean
voice
Permeates into me
~~~~
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
There’s an eruption,
as delicate as mid-teenagers’
jeans could topple its ugliness
There’s an eruption,
turning the streets and its
cigarette butts upside down
There’s an eruption,
sprinkles of salt in
every man’s heart,
vivacious more than what it seems
There’s an eruption,
the veins of a business man
is clogged as he watches the graph fall
There’s an eruption,
Hemingway;
in another Earth
called for a shooting spree
all the way off to madness’ extinction
There’s an eruption,
the anxiety steams as some of us
chokes down and digest
the indigestible memories
There’s an eruption, all over selected
rooms of each suburban
addresses and houses
There’s an eruption, the words of some of us adhere
serves as the thick barrier
of revelations
buried beneath the soils of turmoils
and tumors residing inside our heads
There’s an eruption, it keeps up, stops, breathes,
stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes,
keeps up, stops, stares,
flashes, keeps up, stops,
stares, flashes, keeps up,
stops, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes;
keeps up forever. . .
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
The wind rustling the leaves
And the crickets playing a song
brings peace to my ears
it's tranquility soothes my soul
It takes me away
to a faraway place
where the time does not fly
and stress is non existent
a place that is seldom traveled to
for the turmoils of life
make us forget about
finer aspects
so just sit back
and enjoy nature
the sounds and sights
and the way it surrounds you
because the stress will subside
and the peace will overcome
if you just breathe in the air
and let it take control
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 8:14 PM UTC
So
it is said
she should be dead.
Her trials and turmoils engulfed the strength
beneath her thick, pallid skin.
Her hair frayed to puffy lengths of dried rope.
Her eyes seeking fruitlessly behind and beneath their
center of focus.
The throat a collapsed mine shaft, the men
who once labored in hopes for the reward of her ore
trapped within.
So dismayed, so drained, so damaged.
So frail in her failing strength that love herself would love her.
Near to bursting or imploding,
the skin stretches and hangs,
undulating in its near-death tug-of-war.
Her prisoners gasp for air, the canaries,
yellow,
sickened and grayed by ash.
So far gone that love herself would love her.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
.
i had begun this story a millenia ago.
the novels so defined that even diamonds could not shape its edges any further.
mindset of winders worries,
and a heart that builds monuments upon itself.
to the ages of timber i have rested,
within the cinder of burial grounds we have fallen before.
to see the sight of death and life in so many contorting angles is to breathe the cornel from beneath the husk.
we all love,
though to love the way that we have been gifted may also become our curse.
to house the hearts of thousands within your own may prove to become infertile with each task you have peered upon.
the turmoils of hidden dreams and lusts of past lovers proves to be less than static.
white noise of saphire breezes brings forth the shadows of time.
to here i rest my soul,
to these blades i lay my being.
the smell of memories can hinder the scent of the now.
appreciate those futile moments,
the frivelous bounty of desire.
love the sound of her voice as it carries through the sails of premonition,
steer the vessel of the body within the revines of her eyes.
to you i share the utmost calibration of this life,
and the life you lead will be in the steps i have previously taken.
i have sprinkled you across the ripples of the Chesapeake,
and whispered the hynm we both hummed on those streets.
your sun shone upon me this day,
and now, my sun shall shine on me in the morrow.
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 3:49 PM UTC
That elusive thought
Danced merrily away
Into the recesses of its play
Mocking me with its glee
Prancing away without regret
Giving me no reprieve and stay
Soul searing, mind wearing
As my mind meanders
And limps through the fray
Across landscaped extravaganza
And deep inner turmoils
The demons do come up to prey
I plod on undeterred in my path
That wayward thought demon
I encounter, confront and slay!!
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
I am your favorite fruit,
from the tree, this morning
you've freshly plucked
with a visible delight,
driven by an avid desire
that moved your dust coverd
pleasure seeker part
still kept alive, astonishingly
though you are no more
that young adventurer
once you enjoyed being,
and have turmoils to handle.
You kept me safe in the
favorite nook of your kitchen
not before caressing a bit
feeling my texture and
inhaling elating fragrance.
you wanted to sit and eat this fruit
you did covet, so much when
you are free from daily grind.
But it's already sunset,darkness creeps,
there is no chance of a respite
for you, you easily forget
that there is no tomorrow,
perhaps you keep the thought
away,though you know
the things work out only today
as you want it, but can't help.
But as a woman of many parts
you may think it doesn't matter
you can throw the fruit out
before the night advances
hissing through your teeth
"Oh! it's gone to rot too soon"
I would still exist in the neuron
of your deeper brain, a sweet wish
unfulfilled, a little eclipse in your
inner sky of many bright suns,
a neuron twitches continuously
independently, breaking the tune,
but yes, the world exists for both
it's sweet and bitter disappointments too.
And it necessitates taking life after life
to fulfill such small desires
and clean up, smile with contentment.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC