Blind Justice

We should have known

When each of your siblings succumbed

one by one by one

starting with the one we put into power

We should have known

that eventually even you would be corrupted

that one day you would go steeping into darkness

But who were we kidding?

You always wear a blindfold

I never quite understood why you do that

Is it to escape all the wrongs that take place

while you play with the balance in your hands

Is it to ignore all the rights that are wronged

while you stand playing deaf in large buildings

We mistook you

enamored by your Impeccable ideals

mesmerized by your pretty promises

bamboozled by your weird words

fooled by your bewitching beauty

As you stood there in inaction,

a stale statue of stoical silence

You have just become a puppet

of the puppets of the puppets in power

who destroy every minute detail

of the delusions of democracy

I stand before you in desperation

begging you to wake up from slumber

Ignite your icy irisis and burn your blindfold.

Ew

..EW

I never realized how quickly they grew

When I started all felt good and new

There were many things I never knew

Now my whole universe is askew

When I piled up tasks, they seemed few

But they just multiplied as time flew

I don’t see a clear solution in my view

 avalanche of expectations, I am a shrew

Every morning, hopes disappear like dew

With regrets I end my day with a phew

I have gobbled more than I can chew

I desperately wish to do everything anew

My distractions need to be put into curfew

To complete the pending things in my purview

All my skills and focus need to act as crew

To mend all the tears in thoughts with a sew.

One Night Sit

The sky pours
my anxiety sours
I have so many chores
left to do in my writing course.

Like I am on the deadline
Hoping everything will be fine
the mind has become a landmine
the oasis of ideas is hit by a famine.

I have a small coffee sachet
to kill my sleep like a machete 
as my thoughts burn like an omelet
as the clock plays a Russian roulette.

 
I had given up thrice
like a scared puny mice
made me feel not very nice
hoping the deadline adds some spice. 

As my ideas go nuts 
I munch on boiled peanuts
Fighting my mind's if and buts
As discomfort wriggles in my guts.

It is 3 AM and I am still awake
as strings with words, I try to make
Procrastination is always a mistake
I have this weird sense of being a fake.

I slurp on my dried lips
reaching for the pack of chips
Wishing I had some hummus dips
As my mind ambushes me with quips.

Concentrate on my tasks, I must
Watching an online tour seemed just 
to ensure my plan doesn't kiss the dust
but my mind fiercely personifies wanderlust. 

I fall asleep beside my thought stream
When In my head I heard a silent scream
only to be woken up by an alarm in my dream
And my blank screen taunting me with a gleam.

Dear Sky

 

Dear Sky,
 
    Mystically majestically
        You blanket the whole world
    Clearly cryptically  
        You hold all the stars in place
    Stunningly cunningly
        You act as a veil for puny gods
    Blissfully beautifully
        You are the universe’s saree
    Coincidental and accidental
        You are the canvas of creation.

Wordless

 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒.
𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑
𝑁𝑜𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙-𝑑𝑎𝑦
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚
𝑂𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠
𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒
𝑈𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦-ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟
𝑂𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑔𝑠
𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠.

Stagnant Sea

A slow death you die

When to yourself you lie

Day by day you begin to lose

By wrong priorities you choose

Time slips away like sand

From your sweaty hand 

Regret becomes your consort

With to-do lists left to sort

You stay awake all night

Pondering how to get alright

A stupor strangles your day 

Keeping all calmness at bay 

Waves of worry wash ashore

As you struggle to do a chore

Every moment is a torment 

Every act becomes a lament 

An Ode to Running

Running helps me clear my mind

From the chaotic clutter of daily grind

It takes me towards a better state

Devoid of any regret, grief or hate

It shows me the pleasures in pain

Like the desert's unexpected rain

It silences the questions and doubts

Emerging in my mind's whereabouts

It teleports me to a heaven of hope

Where inspiration is the only dope

It frees from the cage of comfort zone

With a zingy zest to have my body hone

It fills me with a sense of satisfaction

To my wandering life, it adds traction

It provides me with means to defeat

All the ambrosia that I eternally eat

It gives me a kaleidoscope for seeing

One of the prime purposes of my being.

Soothing Solitude

Loneliness

quiet, empty 

boring, terrifying, torturing

dreadful, desolate, desirable, delectable

satisfying, tantalizing, soothing

silent, complete

Solitude

Written for OctoPoWriMo Day 6 prompt -  Tantalizing

This is in the Diamante form.

When I look into your eyes

I ponder all night
So everything's right
I wonder all day
What words to say
To you.

When I look into yours  eyes
All my fear and worry dies
Words flow like a waterfall
I blurt out my feelings all
My hears leaps out a mile
As you agree with a smile.

tenWord Thoughts

(i)

an oasis of ecstasy
in deserts of time
.
.
.
 her glance

(ii)

Memories flow

    From rivers of remembrance
   To seas of forgetfulness

(iii)

Free your words

Board an express

To free your life

Prompted by TenWord prompt at dVerse Poets Pub

The Haunting Number

No matter where I go

No matter what I do

I see you everywhere 

In my favourite TV series 

On my social network feeds

You slip in with utter ease

Irking me like watermelon seeds

On billboards in big malls

On discounts in e-commerce sites

Dragging me into lost memory halls

You always falls into my sight.

In issues creeping up in office reports

In default settings of eBook reader

Sending my thoughts on swift teleports

You pop-up like an extinct cheerleader

In high scores of games I play 

In a great mathematicians puzzle

On my watch every night and day

Warping me into a souvenir hustle

On the stats of my fitness trackers

On prices of books I wish to buy

Bursting up my thoughts like firecrackers

And lighting up my mind's sky.

Stop haunting me, nostalgic number!! 

Updated:  Wrote this poem a long time ago and took an even longer time to complete it and it seems apt for the Poetics prompt at dVersePoets Pub, to write a poem about seeing and interpretting signs.  This particular number has been like a sign that has been haunting me for years across different places and times. 

Plans for Afterlife

When I die

I will eternally fly

across the enigmatic sky

a comet I shall be

all the cosmos I shall see.

Maybe Tomorrow Is A Better Day

"Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.”
Said a great man.
But I have a different tale to say
For I am not his idea's fan

Why to clean your room today?
When you know its gonna get messy again
Clean it only after the quintessential day you decide
That you are not going to make a mess of it
And save yourself all the re-cleaning pain!

Why complete reading a novel today ?
When you know with every passing day
Its going to get more interesting
By plotting different endings in your mind
Let this zest reach its zenith
And only then complete the book.

Why go to the gym today ?
When you know gonna quit it tomorrow
Wait till you are fed of your own fat
Let all your clothes become tighter
Realize your reflexes are a tad faster than a snail
And only then start going to gym.

Why complete your project today ?
When you can wait for the last moment
To be flooded with better ideas
To be flooded with adrenaline
And do the same work at twice the speed.

Why read a good blog today ?
When you can wait till you are utterly bored
With nothing boring left to do
You will be able to appreciate the post better
And relate to post in ways you never knew.

Why reply to an email today?
When you know there would be more coming
Let all the mails flow in - read them all
And reply to last mail with answers to the others too
It might add a good amount to his/her frustration
But it surely would save the reader's time!



“Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.”
Instead put off till the day after tomorrow!
And laze around royally with the time you borrowed ;)




Prompted by Victoria Slotto's prompt at dVersepoets Pub  ~ Just Say What You Don’t Mean: Irony