Whenever I see polaroids of 1971 I breathe Septembers and Octobers of 50 years ago When I had the sun-dried skin of 15 After great battles & wars I counted deaths by fallen autumn leaves And my muddy feet recited stories Of erosions and earthquakes This naked mind of mine Understood the play of broken plates And the unspoken messages on the dining table Me a house of recovering scars Found solace by the countryside river The way the water hugged the underlying rocks Made my soul feel the cries of the dying sunsets For this was the body of a normal teen Who had the adventures of climbing hills And had sung lullabies to her own silhouette Who knew why clouds sobbed When they bid farewell to each other And why the beauty of seedlings Were strong enough to make one's heart soft 'Cause back then in her farmland She painted her feelings in hues of sky And silently drank the folk lyrics Played by the cassettes
She was a song, A song with no hands & legs, I liked it once, And now I not, Face of grief, Appetite of loneliness, She bleeds, And bleeds, And bleeds.
I were the writer, Writer with a paralysed mind, And calloused palm, Left the bridge incomplete, With stirring madness, Chorus makes no sense no, She bleeds, And bleeds, And bleeds.
Us was the music, Music without a soul, 'cause the instruments refused to fit in, And so the story changed routes, For I beheld the magic, Once... And now I not, This is why she still bleeds, And bleeds, And bleeds.
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In the vast ocean floating above the ground We the sailers in our boats of imagination Travel to explore the obscure treasurers of poetry Even after knowing the risk of drowning We never fail to enlighten the sky!
Thoughts are exchanged when We share our seats and form a secret club Sometimes they call it "Dead poets society" 'cause When this earth is drained out of happiness Some of us pen obstacles as thunderstorms While others weep tears of pain Ash gray ones recite the tales of sadness While others shower white balls of hope (snow) Few of us take flight with flock of starlings Flapping wings of metaphors While others paint the blue canvas With rose petals of love and sunflowers of sunsets Some become the wind to brush The bloomed dandelions deep rooted in the soil While others handover melodies to peace And so on each of us wandering Award each other handful of our mind
Maybe we'll succeed in future The soil won't ask for our presence anymore We'll disappear and that day will be marked With death of thousands of seamen While mourning our demise The ocean will give rise to our descendants and then Again this earth will recover from its poetic heartbreak
Beauty is upon you like caramel on an ice cream The beauty of penning down gorgeous mistakes I walk past the same homestead as you do I suspire the unmistakable fragrance from a snacks counter same as you Work all weekdays return with a headache Like yours my weekends are relaxing too But how do you sum it all up in a piece of poetry? I tried and failed writing terrors and fantasy nights Held my diary up in the sky like a floating bird To see if the blues could dive in these pages Tiptoed your steps in search of finding a poet in me Sat in silence to adore the beauty of starlings Read books to invite knowledge for a brunch with me But how do you convince everything to be in your poetry? Evenings spent watering thirsty plants Watched sunsets breathe twilight Tried writing some sonnets by the spring tree In hopes of them telling me secrets hidden In those stanzas Buckled up my shoes for a journey not so long To find beauty in mosses and lichens Seasons afloat but I'm still here in this cage Where the bars are made up of metaphors Soon will I find a key and come up with a poem Of my own so bright that this time beauty shall be all mine
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When the music dies I'm unable to hear the rhythm of my beating heart Well now I know she wasn't the music I played by the water fountain I shut the doors for peace False heartedly believed she crept in But when I unfolded my map She was nowhere to be seen
The day her ship sank She came to me in her tuxedo No trace of misery glimpsed in her lips Because the argosies which got buried Departed with my luggages in it She hugged me tight Phoney sympathy dripped from her tongue Who knows if her mind Licked my soul just for fun
When the leaves turn(ed) brown I asked autumn to take away my love A perfect time to mould my poetries With sound of crunching petals Beneath the yellow light of dusk Some part of her stayed with me Which I escorted all the way To the necropolis for a bitter goodbye
I wrote a fairytale About Her & I on the epidermis of leaves With ink the colour of red wine Flowing from my wrist Sitting beneath a sky assorted In fragments of my blood I know if I leave her forever My honey coloured eyes will Be able to see the beauty except her Then maybe these leaves who keep My poetries safe will not alone be my friend
We could have been mistaken A married couple Cruising the world In style If only no one pulled the trigger And shot Cupid in the eye
We could have been Honeymooners in Maldives Sunbathing, Stargazing, Barenaked in the sand Yet, here we are Writing poems about bullets and graveyards As if the pristine sky Has gone mad
I know a dream Could end so soon Before you figure out what's going on, And the clock would stop ticking Dragging the labored whiffs of dawn
In places where the sun has failed to visit I'm a broken memory of a leaf Stitching flimsy patterns, The fragments of my swollen mistakes, No one told me What once made your toes curl In time could turn to dust, For all along I thought that love would last forever, But, oh well, I was wrong.
Deep silent pain cries out hard It's a war, It's a war,It's a war Troopers ,guns casted their shadow. Soon the battalion ran into enemies land There were no fears,only iron helm of war. As soon as one takes to heavenly rest, the other steps ahead to bear the brunt Bullets graced the body,souls walked to heaven Inch by inch,victory came closer, White light shine through the lifeless bodies Soon the wrath of war came to an end After the bloody night, the sun took to honor the valiant heroes the nature took to bloom the flowers, where lies the soldiers squelching through the mud. The clouds burst out in tears,touching the grey souls It was a day once in a year,the sun touched the ground,the rain crying in glory,the clouds remember the death's dark story. It was a war,It was a war Dreams never came back home But glorious victory visited from brave shore. Bloody war ended,Rest in power began.