"vigourously" poems
Indeed, it is lifeless
But it gives life to her hopes.
It is a witness;
Witness of her all time pains.
It is her friend whom
She shares her thoughts with.
She looks into a distance
Upto the place her eyes can see,
Tears flow down vigourously.
Yet, hope remains deep down the heart.
It shines;
Along with it shine her faiths,
Her faiths would have died a long ago
If it did not exist.
She gazes into its light,
It says to her,"your wait is not wasted."
She strengthens...
She grows stronger with the words.
When everything faded away,
When darkness covered the dawn of life,
When there was shadow all over,
It had helped her fight;
Fight with the pessimism of life.
To the rest of the world,
It was just a piece of mud.
But to her,
It was 'THE DIYO'
Her courage, her belief and her faith
Whose never ending light
Would provide her
A reason to fight and survive.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
this narrative has had its wear and tear
down to the last page that slips effortlessly off the book
pulling back strings to fit the ending
live action marionette
indulging in countless ways to flee
how could I ever?
eyes like a hawk vigourously watching over me
planning to escape is mind altering
hearts injecting blood a million miles per second
hold my breath as the goosebumps trickle under my spine
fingers twitching with rage
it's time to break out of this cage
sweat seeps off my face
leaving a line of dirt
momentarily, battle scars
I knew this day would come
just sooner than expected
but what did I expect?
existing, just barely
imprisoned in this jest of reality
caught between the societies realm of a fantasy
or breaking the barriers and taking a leap
numerous routes that divide into alternating states
yet the predominant remains
intimidation haunts me
crowding my thoughts
I always thought hell existed deep in my mentality
these dark memories combating to come to the surface
until one day I blinked and realized
hell is neighboring me
hell is leisures from the past that overstays their welcome
hell is energy deteriorating in souls you've attached to
hell is being starved of communication
hell is the strings penetrating your every move
hell is receiving no feedback from the energy you put out
hell is taking your last breath every day just to wake up to the same old ********
hell is repeating "go f### yourself", and its never going to stop
left for dead
in dire need of an escape
this is me sending a signal
sos, ... save me
planning this scheme for too long takes a toll on my soul
confusing reality with a dream
is this authentic or a figment of my imagination
am I hallucinating?
waited ages for an escape
overwhelmed over things I have no command over
will this justify the end?
and leave no cliffhangers to deal with repercussions
that is my chaotic life
an arrogant scenario to arise from
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
tonight the streetlights shall guide my way
as i scramble up and out of the lonely street
there's a man walking vigourously behind me
it occurs to me i should pick up my feet
he starts to get faster picking up pace
i swipe the twigs and leaves infront of my chin
all of a sudden it seems it's errupted into a race
and i was so set on never letting that man win
i hid in a bush and waited for him to pass by
as he asked another member of the public a question
he said 'have you seen a girl with chestnut hair about this high?'
as he added on more with a humble expression
"she dropped her bow on the ground infront of my feet
i wouldn't want her to lose something that makes her eyes so bright"
they replied "i'm really sorry i haven't, but that is very sweet"
he replied a simple, 'thankyou anyway and that is quite alright'
i emerged from the bush, he turned around with me at his glance
he held out his hand and smiled gently to give me the bow
he said ' i would have given you this earlier but you didn't give me the chance'
i said "thankyou, i am greatful more than you will ever know"
he stood there for a while and then said "well i guess i'll be on my way"
as he walked off i noticed he dropped a piece of paper from his sleeve
i picked it up off the ground and held it in my hand
i was running after him faster than you could ever believe
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:05 AM UTC
MUNIYA
One Summer day of May
Gulmohar, bright and gay
Red blossoms hugging her
Embracing the tiny visitor
Feathered, brown coloured
Small sized, sparkling eyed
Gregarious and melodious
Muniya, the bird vivacious.
She merrily flew in and out
With twigs, figs in her snout
Framing her cosy little nest
By putting in the very best
She laid eggs, pearly white
Sentiments intensely bright
Mystic Muniya motivated
Elated, she daily incubated.
That noon, warm oppressively
All birds screamed aggresively
Slender satan climbed devilishly
Muniya fought back vigourously
Birds pecked the foe ferociously
Serpent slithered surreptitiously
Gulping the eggs remorselessly
All unborn perished noiselessly.
Muniya wailed loudly, bitterly
Her world shattered suddenly
Pain, loss penetrating the soul
Depressing, difficult to console
Emotions enveloping the avian
Her unborn drifted into oblivion
Misty eyed, she fled mournfully
Misty eyed, I prayed soulfully.
One fine bright summer day of May
To my surprise on my verandah lay
Muniya, her eggs in salubrious nest
Fervent feelings felt, of fest, of zest
Venturing in and out gregariously
Savouring sprouts, seeds ravenously
Muniya nourishing new beginnings
Making new innings, new winnings.
@ Preeti Pathak
Apr 27, 2023
Apr 27, 2023 at 2:23 AM UTC
I.
don’t.
don’t cross out yourself. is
what he’ll say if
the stars actually aligned
and the corridors emptied
like magic,
he dreamt
of a place
where fairies weren’t female
or prancing like he did
in his hard hat
a steel wall from words
better left unsaid
II.
skin.
upon skin upon skin
upon fragrant how’s and wow’s.
he never cared much until
a glance, a look,
a stare for far too long,
slow burn in his heart
while his cheeks
red
handed from a look in return.
a wink? a glare?
anything at all?
the other he stares
at the soul who dares
not to reveal
to unconceal
a tender yearning
of minds too raw
to compute the
facts, but also,
the shared values.
III.
deft.
that’s what it’s called,
in the dark and
in the calm.
vigourously,
scrunched up in a
kaleidoscope of
dreams,
lapping it
up
sooner
than he almoste̶d̶ wanted.
blame the other he,
his “other he”.
IV.
Time passes.
Fact or fiction,
question or conviction?
No one locks his heart away,
not his hands,
not his arms,
and not even his mind.
His mouth does all the talking,
keeping mum on what
the heart dares to
but siding with dad
when time takes its bow.
V.
Can I say something?
Forget him.
Or her and him.
As light comes
to truth tells,
what do I own,
if not these takes
on a single story
or married multiverse
or divorced demise?
Stars tell no lies
At least in La La Land.
If one could only dream
that I had never
deftly —
VI.
fullness,
clearing of the breeze
the gentle clutter of nothingness
done right by
the slate.
no one has
depleted
no cell has
raised its hand
if only equilibrium was truly consistent
don’t we all
don’t it all
— don’t you?
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:37 AM UTC
I once found a rose
That drew me to it's beauty
I knew I had to take it for my own
I yearned to possess it earnestly
Without hesitation I jumped in
I grabbed it with all I have
Wanting it truly with all my heart
Praying sincerely to own it wholly
I held on to it vigourously
So that no one can steal it from me
Tightening my grasp onto it
As if I could never want anything more
I didn't mind holding on to it
I wouldn't exchange it for anything in the world
And yet others kept telling me to let go
As they saw my hands bleeding badly
I saw it before it even bled this badly
I knew that things would turn for the worst
And yet my desire took over my reason
And wounded myself from the thorns it has
As I contemplated my own pain
I saw the pain I was causing this rose
She suffocated under my grasp
She was dying under my care
I knew what I have to do
And yet I held on to it tight
Thinking that it was mine
And yet my hands said otherwise
Now I'm stuck in a dilemma
Should I still hold on and both get hurt
Or do I let go and let it grow on its own?
Do I say goodbye and just give up on it?
No matter how much I love it
If I continue this, I'll continue bleeding
And she'll continue suffocating
How do I let her go?
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
searching for a reason
a meaning of life
to keep on pushing
seems living is a fight
without resistance
and yet the past doesn't quite seem let me forget it
incapable of letting things go
i just miss it
if only you knew
all of the scenarios in my head
replaying daily
the spider weaving its web...
continuously
eating at me mentally
vigourously
considerably the amount of judgment
received in this society, hideously
when will the search end?
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC