"unsatiable" poems
I want to work for mankind,
To lend a hand to the helpless and poor,
Who are neglected by the world
But want to live for sure.
I want to be water to the lips of the child,
Who's not had a single drop since the last twenty hours..
Alas! I cannot quench the unsatiable thirst,
Of the man who's drowning in a whirlpool of desires!
I want to be the cane to the old blind man
Who somehow makes both ends meet,
The one who is forsaken of the world,
Where his own sons are enjoying a feast!
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
second chances
third chances
fourth chances
renewed trusts
replenished damaged belief
pride and prejudice
hurt and sadness
fifth chances...
making up
making out
waking up half ashamed
walking out half naked
walking off the emptiest night of your lives
forcing a smile
pretending to be fine
pretending to be fine
pretending to be fine
pretending to be fine
lying
knuckling under
lying
falling behind
pretending to believe each other
trustfalls
with
a
harness
trust
falling
apart
trust broken forever.
sixth chances...
tears-----
weeping-----
sobbing-----
gnashing of teeth-----
staring into the mirror blankly at 3am
crying yourself up until 9
glass shard pressed smoothly
against your wrist
total darkness...
undoable sadness...
uncurable brokenness...
unsatiable...
irrevocable...
irreversible...
-------seventh chances
pain.
------eighth chances
cries.
------ninth chances
lies.
-------tenth chances
more 'last' goodbyes.
et cetera
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
I was,
And I am.
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.
I have cleft the vast spaces of the infinite, and
taken flight in the world of fantasy, and drawn nigh
to the circle of light on high.
Yet behold me a captive of matter.
I have hearkened to the teachings of Confucius,
and listened to the wisdom of Brahma, and sat be-
side the Buddha beneath the tree of knowledge.
Behold me now contending with ignorance and
unbelieving.
I was upon Sinai when the Lord showed Himself
to Moses. By the Jordan I beheld the Nazarene's
miracles. In Medina I heard the words of the Apostle
of Arabia.
Behold me now a prisoner of doubt.
I have seen Babylon's strength and Egypt's glory
and the greatness of Greece. My eyes cease not
upon the smallness and poverty of their works.
I have sat with the witch of Endor and the priests
of Assyria and the prophets of Palestine, and I cease
not to chant the truth.
I have learned the wisdom that descended on India,
and gained mastery over poetry that welled
from the Arabian's heart, and hearkened to the music
of people from the west.
Yet am I blind and see not; my ears are stopped
and I do not hear.
I have borne the harshness of unsatiable con-
querors, and felt the oppression of tyrants and the
******* of the powerful.
Yet am I strong to do battle with the days.
All this have I heard and seen, and I am yet a
child. In truth shall I hear and see the deeds of
youth, and grow old and attain perfection and
return to God.
I was,
And I am
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
There are two forces that are always with us
Chaos
And
Order
Chaos is unpredictable, unreasonable, unsatiable, a maelstrom, a shadow
It requires very little to succeed
It can take over our lives in flash
And we would never know it
For it is invisible, unnoticed
Order is organization, clarity, peace, a clear day, a light in the dark
It requires dedication and hard work in order to succeed
Sometimes it does not
When it does succeed, it is noticed from the the moment it exists in your life
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
I climb to feed the rat
A gnawing unsatiable parasite
I climb not to die
But to live
The knife-edge ridge beckons
Could cut me to ribbons
The vertical ice shines - come forth
Into my womb
One foot after another
Endless
My lungs heave
My body yearns
I see visions
But are they real?
The white citadel calls
Come- and see God
Like a snake
In a Gadda Da Vida
Come to me
And die in my arms
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
I knew from the start that stepping into this
Was not going to end in my favor
From the moment you gave me that look of desire
I knew it was only the alcohol
Consuming your thoughts and cravings
There was nothing special about me
I was never the girl you wanted to be with
Just for a night, that’s all I was used for
I was just another hit and run
This is no sweet love story where they meet in a bar
And something magical comes out of it
There is only anguish in this hole I have fallen in
This is no wonderland
I knew that from the very beginning
I was doing something so foolish
But I couldn’t help myself
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
/*shovels' worth of sparrow songs, hid before me, the praise of morn, I took to ***** and to cushion, that I might sneeze back, with a cajun sentiment of a, "misjudged" joke... mind you... who might care what you don't mind what others feel, when... no one, really cares, what you think? am I wrong to suggest that feeling and thinking are synonymous? both happen almost instantaneously, given a stimulant... is this some sort of pathogen of "wrong-think" sifting process? feelings are delayed patterns of the expression of intellect... thoughts are shallow counterfeits of emotions.... I too wished I was the blabber-mouth of highschool... when thinking cannot become rhetorical, it incubates itself in emotions... but when thinking incubates rhetoric... the emotions attempting to be staged, become, equivalent to, passing a stranger on a street, never giving a two second's worth of mind, worth of notice.*
the pulverising presence
of the elemental man,
lodged within,
the seemingly, unmoveable
tiers of "object";
foolish, seeking fame,
as to quench a familiarity,
in:
overcoming the torrent,
of man "evaluating" water...
riddling his equal...
perpetually undermining
metaphysical novels,
with metaphors-,
and never...
the unsatiable thirst...
*** post annus.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
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Look back at the candle of your table
Wine you sought for, was beside you
Wait shrouded a need unveil the passion
Calm storm to taste the words of ruby wine
Nightmare seduced fragile dreams
Seasons tried to unbutton dress
Blouse of frightened night was opened
Everything seemed praying in a fog of Myst,
Decisions based on haunted whispers
Equally important is innocent Palace
Night and day follows moon and sun
Where pen and paper collect fragmented sky
Body marks are my Soul Smiles
Nothing desired more than a desire
Leaves ready to be sacrificed in Autumn
Nature makes you feel the way she wants
Spanking just for lust may be obsession
I am more than a lunch and dinner for you
I know your unsatiable hunger for me but
I promise you more than a food and sweet dish
Trusting me you found a priceless gem of Nirvana
Pleasure garden of flesh is withered after the Spring
Precious jewelry is kept safe in chest, not in exhibition
And you give me ancient fragrance of classical flower
Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC