Saturday 21 May 2011

Inevitable Consciousness


Each and every waking moment , he burns
burns - in the fire that he lit 
lit by the spark of his hopes
hopes that get extinguished every night


Night - that lonely , dark place
place which he loves and fears the most
most of his time is spent in thinking
thinking of those unexperienced memories


Memories that haunt endlessly
endlessly knocking at his mind
mind mystified by signs
signs of the inevitable


Inevitable - that's what it always was
was never in his reach
reach was only in his dreams
dreams which ignite desire


Desire - the ultimate cause of his pain
pain which has become his symbiote
symbiote for his each moment
moment which he wants to forget


Forget those unworthy thoughts
thoughts which erode his senses
senses which have become numb
numb by his own actions


Actions which were futile 
futile like his words
words which are his feelings
feelings, which continuously crumble


Crumble like pieces of paper
paper which is torn into pieces
pieces which form the puzzle
the puzzle of his heart


Heart - he realizes is just an organ
organ relentlessly keeping him alive
alive to go through this endless loop
loop running each and every waking moment.









Thursday 19 May 2011

Hot Air Balloon


It is a beautiful, sunny day,
To the strong winds, as the trees sway.


We arrive at this large, open ground,
To go in the air balloons - big and round.


Me and my pals rush towards the balloon
Excited - to start flying high  - very soon


Soon the hot, mighty flames gush, 
So does our adrenaline rush.


Our 'vehicle' takes off the earth's surface,
Like a ballerina jumping with grace.


We soar towards the vast , quiet skies,
All that we hear is our excited , ecstatic cries.


Flying above the forest , flying above the hills,
Guided by the balloon rider's amazing skills.


We fly left and right  , we fly up and down,
Watching some birds staring at us with a frown.


Soon time walks away in long strides,
To end one of our memorable and best rides.


We reach back to the grounds - gratified,
Bird-like-flying wishes satisfied.


As icing on cake, we eat ice cream, 
Thats when I wake up from this sensational dream.


Prompted by Short Story Slam

Photo by: Melissa R. Bickel

Tuesday 17 May 2011

The Forsaken Fish


As my heart makes its last bids,
Those which the mind always forbids.


I manage to swim in the troubled seas,
Holding on.. to the logs of ecstasy on a lease.


Realizing I am just fate's forsaken fish,
Towards my unknown destination I brandish.





Prompted by Three Word Wednesdayhttp://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/05/3ww-ccxl.html






Tuesday 10 May 2011

Who Am I ?


Wandering wandering like a lonely cloud,
Shouting shouting in the streets aloud
Who am I ? Why am I here?

Lost in the jungles of time,
Without shelter nor a dime
Who am I ? Why am I here?

Tossing myself between work and play,
Losing myself every night and day
Who am I ? Why am I here?

I am a normal human being
Looking out for well - being ;
A result of million years of evolution,
I am here to bring about a revolution.





This was my first poem.
Wrote it in my 12th Grade , thanks to my English lecturer Sindhu John for making me write it :) 

Sunday 1 May 2011

Electric Deficiency

As I get lost in this darkness,
Craving for that fondness.

Without the guidance of the light,
Dwindling all hopes out of sight.

Living is so hard without electricity,
Invoking so much of disgust and pity.

Addicted to the plethora of electric goods,
Without them, like a kid lost in woods.

No internet , No music , No 'air' ,
Just lying on the bed with a blank stare.

In this period of power-cuts ,
Getting lost in the maze of ifs and buts.


Monday 25 April 2011

Precise Decisions







Decisions are the hardest to make
People's fragile emotions always at stake
Just when you feel you know someone
They just make you realise you are a no one

For an unsync group , there is never a best solution
But usually only cases of thought pollution
Everyone has their own requirements and opinions
Satisying all is as good as cutting onions



Sunday 24 April 2011

Enigmatic Rains

Sleep has become an engima
Lost in confusion's stigma
The body wishes to sleep
Alas the mind is lost in thoughts so deep

As the rain ceaselessly pours
My tension and anxiety soars
Think its high time to hit the bed
To avoid waking up like the dead





- Date : Saturday 23 April 2011