Tag Archives: Poetry

The Bench with a View

thumb_IMG_6484_1024 2On a cold winter afternoon,
I put on my hiking shoes,
and catch a train to the place,
where ocean meets the cliffs.

I’ll never be tired,
of finding beautiful spots,
that smells of solitude and poetry,
where life is a smiling thing.

I see ships sailing in the horizon,
tides delivering kisses from land,
their memories brushed by breeze,
loved ones who are out of reach.

I watch the birds flying above me,
the sunlight nipping my scalp,
book in my hand and thoughts in head,
the birds drifting alone in the open air.

The vast blue ocean reminds me,
of your presence in the world,
the path to you is now hidden,
in the depth of your eyes.

I know that nothing can be changed,
that past is the bridge to nowhere,
I should have written a letter,
explaining my empty hopeless feeling.

Today, even when you are gone,
the light of your presence still remains,
I am hopeful of tomorrow,
when we will meet and share a silly joke.

This spot is my comfort zone,
A dot looms in the distance,
I put my headphones on,
and watch this world pass by.

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Burnt

A poetry has risen in my heart.
It’s lines are settled on my lips,
An ink carries it through my soul,
The words are ready to dance on paper.

My poetry is just your name written on a paper
A paper, that was blank before.
My mind tells me secretly,
this poem is my masterpiece.

That paper will be burnt someday,
the ashes will scatter in this summer heat.
Reminding this silly paper of a reality,
You like my heart will be burnt.

I am the embers of a dying fire.
Slowly fading away to nothingness,
My body is burnt in the chambers of affection.
and now I am just an ashtray in your heart.


While the heart sings and the mind ignores

When I looked into my heart
it beats with the feeling of getting hurt
When I looked into my heart
Passion & emotions wrinkle in it as an Art

When I looked into my Mind
the vision in me almost got me blind
When i looked into my Mind
I clearly see the benefits of being kind

When I looked into my heart
the love in us have drifted miles apart
when I looked into my heart
It yearns to forget and have a fresh start

When I looked into my mind
I see the temple of love destroyed by wind
When I looked into my mind
I see the world has already left me behind

The month of May as my Heart Say
Kindles the broken dreams which floats on bay
The month of May as my Mind believe
Stitches those little fragments of love as I grieve

 


I am a poet

Tonight I am a poet who communicate through symphonies
Tonight I am a poet who walk through the garden of love
Tonight I am a poet who praises Satan to enter darkness
Tonight I am a poet who isolates himself to experience the pain
 
Tonight I am a poet who don’t cut his hairs out of laziness
Tonight I am a poet who treks in a forest to romance nature
Tonight I am a poet who is lost in his world never to be found
Tonight I am a poet whose words rest and silence speaks.. 

Tale…

Today
there’s a
tale I want to
tell you of my past.
Taken into the arms of my love
there was a dream which was coming true
to spend the rest of my life with the person I love
tirelessly dancing to my marriage vows
together we will live forever
travel to a new place
to a new life
to begin
tonight
 

An Attempt to write a shape poetry for the Day 13 challenge of OctPoWriMO. This post is written with keeping in mind that each line starts with a particular alphabet. In this case, “T”.


When the Darkness crept In

I see darkness everywhere around me
Not a single ray of light
Not a Single person in sight
I feel numbness all around me
The room’s acting strange
There isn’t any bed, window or a secret door
No way in, No way out
The room is silent, scary & dark..
I walk around and i reach nowhere
I run around I reach nowhere
is there none to exist
in this dark space of nothingness
Darkness holds me tight
Like a lover holds his love
Darkness wraps me around
Like a blanket to keep me warm
Oh this Place is Silent
Just like a graveyard
Oh this place is silent
Even when I shout
Have I done something wrong
Did i make someone mad
Did I hurt Someone
‘Why did I deserve to be here
Will I ever see my friends again
Will I be able to say how much I love her
Will I be able to hug my pillow again
Will I ever watch those sunrise again
And then I hear her voice
There I felt her Foot Steps
But she want to avoid me
she doesn’t even want to talk to me
I want to shout to call her back
To promise not to leave her forever
I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to live without her
And then I hear my friends
They want to tell me something
They are slowly coming in nearby
Giving a signal to make me happy
I hear Shouting “Wake Up, Wake up”
But I ain’t sleeping 
The world around me is collapsing
And I thought is the end near?
.
.
.
.
I see green leaves everywhere
The morning coffee tastes sweet
I see love, care and affection to realize
Reality is always sweeter than the dreams 

Hidden Beauty

The day started when I acknowledged my failed quest
of unlocking mysteries that answers my questions
There is a poetry hidden in every step of my path
Waiting to be walked on, waiting to be heard.
 
While the sun hides behind a layer of dark clouds
Storing those magical waters to give it back to this earth
There is a poetry hidden in those tiny drops of rain
Waiting to touch the soil, waiting to dance to the joy
 
The moon shines brightly yet the clouds cover its beauty
Only to reveal it for a quick time and again disappear
There is a poetry hidden in those large lapse of darkness
Waiting to be consumed, waiting to be walked with hope
 
The Sun rises again and yesterdays story is hidden untold
The quest is over but my journey is still incomplete
There is a poetry hidden in those melancholic tales of despair
Waiting for my struggle to end, waiting to be finally home.
 

Written for the day 2 challenge of OctPoWriMo 2013 . The theme of todays post was finding those unusual places where you find poetry. While I think its the simple things from nature that can inspire any heart to weave a poetry out of the words. Another day where I have been able to write for OctPoWriMo. I only hope I finish this month with 31 Posts. And until then Happy reading.