"vaccum" poems
Main Aur mere roommates
aksar Yeh Baatain Karte Hain
Ghar saaf hota to kaisa hota
Main kitchen saaf karta, tum bathrooom dhote
main hall saaf karta, tum balcony dekhte
Log is baat pe hairaan hote
aur us baat pe haste….
Main aur mere roommates,
aksar Yeh Baatain Karte Hain
Yeh hara bhara sink hai
ya bartanon ki jang chidi hui hai
Yeh colour full kitchen hai
ya masalon se holi kheli hai
Hai farsh ki nayi design
ya doodh, beer se dhuli hui hain
Yeh cellphone hai ya dhakkan,
sleeping bag ya kisika aanchal,
ye airfreshner ka naya flavour hai,
ya trash bag se ati badboo
Yeh pattiyon ki hai sarsarahut
ke heater phirse kharab hua hai
Yeh sonchta hain roommate kab se gum sum -
Ke jab ke usko bhi yeh khabar hai
Ke machar nahi hai, kaheen nahi hai
magar uska dil hai ke kah raha hai
machar yaheen hai, yaheen kaheen hai !
Toand ( pet ) ki ye haalat, meri bhi hai, uski bhi,
dil mein ek tasvir idhar bhi hai, udhar bhi
Karne ko bohot kuch hai magar kab kare hum
Kab tak yoon hi is tarah rahe hum
Dil kahta hai Safeway se koi vaccum cleaner la de
ye Carpet jo jine ko zoonz raha hai, fikwa de
Hum saaf rahe sakte hai, logon ko bata dain,
Haan hum roommates hai – roommates hai – roommates hai
Ab dil main yehi baaaat, idhar bhi hai udhar bhi..
Sab ko bata dain..
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Lonelyness is the feeling of having a vaccum in my whole body and soul..
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
(rddjpc-Asgbba)
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Some people miss their mark
they find His and Her God and Goddess looking straight in their eye writing sharing giving sighing,
smiling in their face, thus
awakened by true love divine
gift of the Universal heaven;
and yet, remain oblivious
to the treasure found without looking.
Both fail to relish cherish with sweet abandon the new love found
continuing praying to their imagined other God's for true love to arrive.
Unbelievably one or both
go back to dreamming and sleeping
living in a world of unreality.
Their dream never breathes nor lives in search of the love that swiftly
had already passed them by.
Ignoring their bird of love it
flew away, searching for faithful
embracing lovers.
Surely the gods and goddess grant blessings to those who embrace love
in the eye of the beloved.
The just Gods simply
grant them wisdom grace.
A goddess a God in our embrace
is better then any other
out there in the cosmic
vaccum space time continuum
of cruel Mr time! Sigh.
~~~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
07/2021
Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
Lying on the bed
I think of what to write...
....words don't flow out
of my pen
my mind is clogged
vaccum surrounds me
I've ****** all the noise
into my self.
It's waiting to explode.
I realise I am too conscious
of myself,
I realise I am trying to pretend.
My pen leaks out
a random flow of ink
shaped in words
I strike them out
they don't manifest my feelings.
I don't want farce to appeal
to the eye,
I want honesty to touch
the heart.
I am waiting
for my words
to strike a chord
with the strings of my heart.
I am longing
for clarity
that will give my writing
a sense of purpose
and shorn it
of its randomness.
Lying on the bed
I think of what to write....
....my mind is a clean slate
I want to colour it
with thoughts
and feelings,
I want for it to
lose its barrenness
and be fertile
with imagination.
I want for it to
be bereft of fear
for it is,
the place
where revolutions were conceived
and philosophies were born;
the sole reason
for Man's greatness.
It boasts of coveted freedom,
which,
feared tyrants failed to ******
it is a guiding light
to the often faltering humanity.
It has been
subject to manipulations,
deceiving history
into changing its course;
scripting moments
of momentous change,
all, of course,
owing their occurrences
to the enchanting influence
it wields over the body.
Lying on the bed
I think of what to write....
....my mind is deluged
with a rush of thoughts
flowing in and out,
a haze of colours
mesmerises me,
letters, words
dance before my eyes,
songs play out in a loop,
a multitude of
smudgy-outlined faces
gazes at me....
....And I realise
with an epiphany,
It is this very train of thoughts
I shall elaborate on!
Lying on the bed
I think I know what to write on.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
Closing the hurting eyes
Forgetting all the fights and byes
Standing soo close to each other
Mesmerised in that situation heart decided not to bother
Leaning against the wall
With a heartclutch and a great fall
Wrapping each other in their blanket of love
Leaving behind all the other stuff and a months bluff
Engrossed sooo much in each touch
Wanting more and more was a wish such
Grabbing the waist tight with no air to enter
There was a vacuum of their breath in centre
Playing with her entangled hairs that lay on shoulder
All these evocation was sure to be preserved in their hearts folder
Girl placed her arms around his neck without any regret
Which was found to be the best addiction than any smoking cigarette
Slowly and gradually they touched each others lips
Not leaving any chance to skip
Their heart's beating sound was heard amidst their vaccum
They had created their own world with affection and warmth as whirling perfume
Their kiss after kiss grew deep and passionate
Both were stuck to each other just as a magnet
Wet lips, tired eyes and messy hairs
Were the symbol that love was in the air
And there is no such satisfaction anywhere
_Lost
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC
Its late at night,
The most Awaiting dream comes to life,
My Heart in the space now wanders,
To feel the creator's wonders,
About the rays of light it ponders,
Origin of the universe it envies,
Treading is it to the planet of rubies,
Our GREAT GRANDFATHER, THE BIG BANG, has a highest record of Babies.
Meteros paas by around,
But they cannot hit me,
I am like a shadow here,
Everything passes through me as If I am smoke.
Hey I think I see a rainbow here,
Its a bit different in shape,
Long and wide straight stripes covering a million kilometers of the same seven colors.
I travel through black holes,
Saying, "Hey Mr. Black, You can destroy physical bodies, Try to challange this pure soul,
I have come up with some shortcuts here too, LOL,
How peaceful here the life is,
No rise and No fall,
I look at the nebula,
like, would look, billions of earth's clouds,
but painted in different colors,
The vaccum out here is so hypnotic,
A normal human would become psychotic,
Gravity here in empty pulls uniformly all over my body,
But its gentle while the pull preventing to rip me to pieces,
And then theres a road of white light which leads beyond,
But white is leading to black, this feeling's so sound.
Many small planets are arranged around it to give a bridge like effect,
Does this bridge lead to the ultimate energy,
The ultimate truth as the mortals of the earth say..
I take a step forward to commence the final journey after plenty,
Conjuring all the memories of my life to feel eternity.
As I reach the end in front of me is a small particle placed on a slab,
And the strongest of microscope above it to make it visible.
I turn around to look far away the glistening galaxies
Confined in an arrangement like nerves of a brain,
I give a smile to all my beloved,
And then touch the microsope,
It ****** me in,
And I got shooted from its otherside,
To be absorbed by particle and never to seperate.
"Hey Moksha, Wassup..?"
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
like a vaccum chamber
the suffocating calm
cancer
reveals layers
of masqued chaos
covered in clean canvas
sheets
and under it
the cameleon creeps
survives
through the cracks
and creased papers
ex-communications
conclusions
with no closure
a circus
with nothing but clowns
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
when she leaves for work,
i'm left in the absence of wonderful wild spirit.
i tidy up the covers we slept on together peacefully & arrange the stuffed animals.
they look happy that we no longer dominate the bed with our talking and laughter, they watched us enviously from the floor the night before.
i wipe down the counters lightly, coated with dust, & vaccum the floor. i assume my mother would be surprised at the sight of me after i proclaimed "i will never fall in love!" as a 10 yr old.
i go downstairs and wash our dishes from the dinner the night before, remembering how each cookware served us, & how goofily we waltzed in the kitchen ballroom.
the day is bright and sunny, even if it isn't.
as i take out the trash on my way out, i commute to my house
where she'll be for the rest of the week.
May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 5:20 AM UTC
I wouldn't mind kissing your chapped lips
or touching elbows late at night.
We could spin the world away
and sing about the lipless.
I'd vaccum my room to get rid of the smell
and then we could lay there until our thoughts settle,
or I could make you tea, promising not to spit in the cup.
I don't know if you like sugar or not,
but I do, so I'll put it in anyway.
I know you don't like apples,
oranges, babies, hairy legs,
stair cases, dark tunnels,
neon colors, highlighted hair,
leftovers, or gapped teeth.
I know you like milk,
dark hair, movies (almost any),
games, poetry, dancing,
singing, my hands (touching yours),
and eye contact.
I only have 6 dollars,
3 pills, 4 cigarettes,
5 fingers (on each hand),
2 eyes, and 1 interest.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC
You keep saying
You are coming home
I wonder when you are
Will it take the
Raging wind and
Snow for you to
Roll on.
You keep calling every
Hour to say you are
On your way right now
Dinner has been made
Getting colder by the
Hour.
What started off as love
Dissolving into sour
You are calling every
Hour saying you will
Be home right now.
You say you are coming
Home
I wonder when you
Are
Will it take some
Form of desperation for
You to roll on.
The wind outside is
A vaccum blowing
****** air from high
To low
Don't I know.
You call every
Hour to say you
You are on your way.
Olive is barking
At the wind
I am a child throwing
Sand at the ocean.
I am as helpless
As that wind outside
Blowing.
You say you are
Coming home
I wonder
When you are...
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
I think of you every day
you are my mind my dreams;
you are an addiction.
I feed my need with your image
I think of you,
you.
I hate you,
so wonderfully I do;
there once was a heart
you took it
there once was a vaccum
it was filled.
Hatred, is that what it is?
Similar to love,
yet unmistakably opposite of the spectrum;
love keeps you awake
pains your heart
clouds your judgment
causes you to laugh,
to cry,
to enter a trance of passion.
Does not hatred do this?
Is not hatred a passion;
a consuming inspiring beauty?
It is.
I hate you,
no love just hate.
It is indeed lovely
it is indeed gorgeous;
Take a look
look inside;
look into the darkness.
What is the color of love?
I would like to express the opposite,
but never mind the thought
I want you to concentrate,
focus,
look please
see it?
The contempt,
the anger and frustration
the sadness and sighs.
Yes,
yes you do.
Goodbye and hello.
By the way,
I hate you.
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 2:39 PM UTC
The girl
with two long braids
hanging from her temples
like droopy
antennae,
looked up at the sky.
A foggy halo
circled the moon
in a snowy paste
and
a tiny sister
pushed itself
redly
outward.
Out of the halo.
Out of the white shadow
of
the pearl.
The haze was so thick
that the girl
had to squint
to make sure
the tiny red dot
was there.
But it was there.
There
licking at the halo.
Eating it.
Eating its way out.
The black telescope
shined.
She laid her eye
on the viewfinder.
She felt suction
and the momentum of her eye
zooming
out to the vaccum.
She will tell the tale
of
the stars
and
the war-gods
full of blood.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 8:02 PM UTC
So much to do
RUSH! HURRY! QUICK!
Don't let anyone down!
VITE! VITE! VITE!
I'll do things together
double up my time,
I'll do chores, laundry
and fight crime.
With an iron in one hand
I'll save that civilian,
Pressing my shirts
while beating Crash on the playstation.
I'll brush my teeth
and eat curry dinner,
I'll brush my hair
and sing in the mirror,
Read the scriptures,
clean the clocks,
vaccum the stairs
and pray to God,
But oh no
the plants, I've forgotten,
the leaves are droopy
and the edges rotten.
This list is never ending
to do this, tick box that,
I'll cross off the list
that I fed the cat,
Just one breath,
take a break.
Inhale. Exhale.
Feeling the rain on my neck.
Sunshine on my eyelids
wind in my hair,
the smell of the flowers
filling the air.
So take a second
STOP
forget what you're doing
enjoy life
then continue, get going.
(as far as i know 'vite' is quick in french, my mum says it a lot to my french cousin when he visits. I think that is the correct spelling.)
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
Razorblade rain
Draws ****** pictures
On gasping skin
Canvas
and
Morning makes
Vaccum blue lips
And purple suffocated
Hearts
but
Pale moon fire
Pulls minds
Into waxing
Fates
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 6:28 AM UTC
Welcome to this world
my world...
where dreams co exist
on the same level
as illusions
and mirages
Welcome to this world
where your feet
tread transitory sands
where...
smiles are nothing
but fistfuls of oblivion sands
Want an armful of rainbow hues?
Just chase that mirage
down the vaccum's undisturbed path
and embrace it to your hollowed heart
Welcome to this world...
...my world...
built on the foundations
of illusive dreams
where gleaming mirages
are nothing but smiles...
...your smiles...
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 5:52 AM UTC
It’s better to go ahead with the flow rather than look for a change and desire for something new
Agreed, luck favors the brave, but not always
Especially, when the tide is against you.
It’s better to seek help when needed and in doing so, also learn something new
Expertise and experience come along with time
Something of which everyone falls short of over a period of time
It’s better to cope and deal with the changes in the present rather than lamenting upon something that went wrong in the past
A thing from past will always be remembered as a part and parcel of the past
Move ahead from the past to get aligned with the present moment of time.
At a given moment of time when the need of hour is fulfilled
Sooner or later present moment will become a thing of past
Still it will always be remembered and cherised for a long period of time.
Moments and memories from the past
A few glimpses from the past
Not only do they fill the vaccum of life, but also they give a new meaning to life.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
sun in my eyes, standing there,
on the platform,
as her train pulled away,
hoping a cloud storm,
would rain hard,
as to stay coping with forms
of sunsets flashing
red hues of warning,
with each passing window
burned the optic nerve,
into my brain,
with each passing window,
pain welled up and exhaling
as the last car of the last train
carried all my sadness in the
eddies and backwash
in a breath of air,
gravity is a strange thing
when you fall for someone
and they leave,
you are drawn in, by the vaccum,
and may not catch yourself,
or have the will to stop,
from the four foot drop to the tracks,
thank goodness
my grandparents and
my parents put
that harness on,
that they had for me...and (my brother)
in words
"All the love
from horizon
to horizon"
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Jittery blood in my veins.
Violently pulsating heart.
Anxious thoughts jam-packed.
Will my head rip apart?
Smile miles away from lips.
Big vaccum in my chest.
Weak body much exhausted.
Fragile brain is so stressed.
Eyes holding sudden flood.
Echoes of familiar sound.
Scenes of past flash by.
Nostalgic vibes all around.
I am not me, I am not me.
What has happened to me?
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
TV static precedes
Vh1 music,
lazying flips
of daily newspages,
flush, brush and coffee sips
“Are you done??” and the routine quips,
hot iron thumps,
belts clinging, ties zipping,
Footsteps scurrying,
hurrying,
shoes polish and
'almost forgot my house keys'
Check!
bid the byes and
the door
Locked,
Silence
...... Escalating,
loud, intensifying,
hum of vaccum, peaked
consistent, steady,
lo! the sleep friendly fan
with helpless, nagging,
dying grunts,
A turf war.
a wince, and
a hostile rustle
a body moves,
the blankets ruffle
and creases fold,
looking over
a still life canvas,
No voice of motive
the speechless lone
traveller could hear,
Nor a whisper of reason,
for his morning bag pack,
Waiting still,
for its season,
for destiny's sound
of enunciation.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC
When I look up at the night sky, I marvel at every star
And I see the constellations and even name a few.
Little dipper, Big dipper, and geminii the twins.
Orion the hunter and Cassiopia the queen.
I look up at the stars and see each constellation
And I know each one is unique.
Ir makes me think of how each one of us is just as unique.
I see people of all different genders and sexualities
All combined in so many different ways.
I see people with eyes shining brightly as if made of stars
And hair flowing as if its the trail of a comet.
But I also see people with dark eyes
Eyes dull and cold. As if their star is dying.
All because they've been exposed to too much hate
Hate they didn't and don't deserve
Hate they recieve for simply existing.
I long to help, long to make their eyes shine again
I wish I could rekindle their stars.
I hate this hate. It acts as a vaccum,
******* all of the happiness out of their hearts.
But to be completely honest
I'm just like them. I focus to much on the hate.
When I should be looking at the love.
We are all constellations, and the earth is our sky.
We are all unique and wonderful
And each one of us deserves to shine
As brightly as we want to.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
You are all as loud as
a vaccum cleaner,
The living room's a refrigerator
and my room's a heater.
And he,
He is my safety zone,
a smell of his cologne
and I know I'm not alone,
I cannot name the feeling in a rhyme,
I guess it feels like erasing bad times.
Why'd you decide to get
annoying and inquisitive
when I'm high on love?
Why'd you push my buttons
when I'm on a high, love?
When I'm sporting that
love drunk smile,
just leave me alone for a while,
it takes time for an
overdose to sink in,
meanwhile, just trust that
I'm living from within.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 6:05 AM UTC
Been ****** into this life
By the vaccum of outer space
I fly so high all the time
With so much speed im passing light
And its so hard to find a star
When your navigating the milky way
All alone im so lost
Dont know how to keep control
So tag-along, lets have a blast
On a trip to the dark side of the moon
Like a diamond of the universe
Im blown away by those curves
Let me in, Open up
Teach me all about yourself
Who you are, what you like
Tell me how to treat you right
Cause you must be an alien
Since your beauty's out of this world
So accompany me on my rocket ship
Let me make you my girl
When we **** I know its love
Because were two stars beneath the covers
and im so proud I made you ***
Together were space travellers
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Water
cleans you
Air
purifies(vaccum)
Fire
Boiled
water is
healthy
Materials
of Earth
purifies
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
Your smile
Breaks the horizon
After a black night
The vaccum
Of space ******
I’m glad
I touched bases
With you
And returned
To earth
The quest
To find myself
Left me lost
Selfishly
I left you
Alone
You selflessly
Let me leave
On the eve
Of our future
Because
You believed
The best
Rested in me
Yes, indeed
And rest assure
Your good deed
Did
Not go unnoticed
Your big heart
Pounds
With the sound
Of a goddess
Your prowess
Makes my poetry
Look like
The dullest prose
I owe
What beauty I have
To you
All I can offer
An exchange
For you staying by my side
Is to never
Alter
Or change again
Because of pride
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:25 AM UTC
I combat my urge to run from math
Class by being poetic
I let the words flow out of my mouth
Like a waterfall and my
Friend laughs as I attempt
To make poetry out of thin air
It's easier to make it out of thick air
You have more to work with.
I tell her I'm figuring out the
Meaning of life is life
Because I don't get what I'm
Saying I just don't want to realize
I can't count to three
As my friend pointed out
During a card game
In which I lied and they called me out
I'm not superman you know
And I can't even figure out
What the cosine is of 23
Without my calculator
And I want to punch
The people who say English
***** because it's hard
They don't see what I see
If English *****
It ***** like a vaccum
Or a straw
A good *****
And I remember falling asleep with a
Book on my head in the hallway
Hoping for tomorrow
When I get to slam poetry
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC