For the One I Love!

Dearest O! I wonder if anyone has written anything about you,I wonder if someone has been mesmerised by those eyes of yours,Hidden under a tortoise’s shell of crystal; thanks to myopia! I wonder, if someone has said something about your style to you, so relaxed,I love it how you are so concerned about your looks;…

Afternoon Thoughts at Midnight

It’s afternoon, I’m taking my Physics lesson online,Sir is teaching me, the Law of Superposition, or something like that,“The absence or presence of charges…”Wait! What’s that sound?Oh! It’s the sound of the mute man who limps and sells papads to make a living.It’s been a long time since, I heard is groans of pain to…

Song of Smoker Cartoon Puppet

And here I smoke,Smoke makes me choke,With the wish to change,See wavelengths of different range.I think again,Feel some pain,In my hypothetical heart,Throw it in unthinkable art.My cigarette doesn’t laugh,I laugh on its behalf,Then I take another puff,Forgetting all will to buff,I stay the same,Once again play the game,Lose yet another time,Misfortune does it’s familiar chime.I…

Enough of My Loss

I have failed in a lot of duties,Which I should have fulfilled,Easily enough. I have done some mistakes,Which I shouldn’t have,Smartly enough. I have lost in a lot of battles,Even fled not fought in some,Bravely enough. I have experienced a lot,I could learn way too more,Quickly enough. I look around for friends,I could’ve not lost…

Addiction Haiku#6

I am addicted, Not to bottles or powders,But to big numbers.

Defeat Haiku#5

I have never lostI just gain experience,To lose once again.

Title-Less

And then I sat,With the cigarette,The day was perfect,The sleep will be set. But still that feel,It persists,The will to meet her,Inner me resists. Still those thoughts,They haven’t left me.They have blinded me,I cannot see. But what saves me at last,Is my will to live.The thoughts come and go,After no attention I give. The cigarette…

My God Your God

(This poem has been written in a neutral tone. My God and your God means Superficial God and Real God, who is above of all divisions. “My God” doesn’t mean the God of my religion, and “your God” doesn’t mean the idea regarding God of another religion, other than mine. But still, you’re free to…

Song of Grief

The grief shall pass out,Time is a healer, they say.The love gone is irreplaceable,But sadness is temporary, they say. I don’t know what to say,I don’t know how to stand beside you.The times are dark, very dark indeed,The reasons are many, the ways are few. You’re a warrior,You shall see her reflections everyday,In yourself!Stand up…

Here I Am Haiku#1

This is my first Haiku. I have never tried it in my life. I think it is a cool way to express the small verses which are too pretty too forget and too small and independent to be merged into other poems. Do comment about how the haiku is!🙏 Here I am, about to live,The…

The Reply (Which I Never Got)

At times I see those texts, Not always, but yes I do. Those dead words, Which I wrote, The words, my best, Which never could truly, Fulfill their job. The messages which, I passed on to you, The ones I loved to admire, They never became beautiful, Without your beautiful glance. I stay late at…

What Am I Doing Now?

The day light,Has been covered.The moon is yet to come.The clouds,It is,They are Ruling the Sky,The light exists,Yet, as a faint fossil.The grey clouds shining brightly,Over the greyer city.The rain,It seems the sky is crying,No it’s sweating,With anger,What if, with hard work;The rejection.Who rejected them?So beautiful. The stars.They might have done this,A heinous crime?No just…

I am Still Thinking About Her

I have worked hard,The day is about to end,And so is the night.The winds have stopped,The rains are gone,I sit here thoughtlessly,Smoking a half burnt,Yet flavorful, cigarette,I am coughing,The smoke is to blame.Yet,I smoke.Addiction is addicted to me.It won’t harm me,The smoke has filled,The entire little room;Unlike the silvery moonlight.There is nothing I have,Which she…

Her Face

I was a traveler with fatigue and frustration,Walking down an unseen road clumsily,The streets were grey except the bright sky,I predicted a downpour hastily. The harsh sun was up and it was there to stay,No wind was blowing to make the trees sway,And there I was walking not taking a breath,Searching for a destination not…

Acrostic Limerick : Inspired by Keith Edgar Channing

I discovered that my follower friend Keith Edgar Channing made a wonderful Acrostic Limerick with his first name, middle name, and his wife’s name. He asked the readers to join in by writing their own acrostic limericks. I researched a bit on this topic. I found out that a limerick has its 1st, 2nd, and…

How I Praise God

You are the light of the world.Others find you in light, I feel you in the dark!For you are the one, who will surely protect me from the forces of Evil. You may be the Lord for others,But you are my parent,I may approach you without fear, shame, and disgust, at any time! You are…

What God is to Me

My parents and my grandparents are God to me. To me, God is the Giver of Life, the Taker of Life.To me, God is colourless Oxygen,Colourful rainbow,Logic to treat rainbow coloured people as equals to others who are not.To me God is the electricity that charges my phone and laptop,God is the last 1% download…

Thoughts on a Sleepless Night

Disclaimer: I DON’T SMOKE. PLEASE DON’T SMOKE. IF YOU HAVE DEPRESSION TALK TO ADULTS WITHOUT HESITATION ELSE IT WILL KILL YOU. CIGARETTE IS METAPHOR FOR INSIGNIFICANT GRIEF. My cigarettes have burnt my nights,My envy for you has burnt my days,I don’t know why I want your qualities,But at the end I admire you. My cigarette…

On the Dockyard I Smoke

Disclaimer: I don’t smoke and have never smoked till this date. I dislike smoking, and urge you to quit smoking, if you smoke. Smoking has been used as a metaphor for deep sigh one takes during repentance. In the evening, I sit on the dock,My body stiff just like a rock,My thoughts are not running…

Song of Pain

A pin poked my heart, In the shape of words, And all night made me grunt, My heart broke as a house of cards. The heart oozed jots of blood, Which does has an effect, The chest had a terrible flood, For the words, I couldn’t neglect. Of use, the words were little to me,…

The Revival Song

My end is very near, I’m not afraid!Death I don’t fear, I’m already dead!The Sun glows, the moon shines,Grass grows, no one is mine! Now the, River of blood starts flowing by,I have now known no one is really mine.I’m sleeping on a bed of expectations, Eyes get pierced by new sensations,Each day someone will…

Lover in the Rain

The wind caresses meA hundred loving touches wiping your tears,Your tears, my tears, the tear from the skyAll melt together,When it rains….. The green trees swayAnd the yellow ones get buried under rain drops,All in the beats of my singing of a sad song,To the unity of nature and man’s natureWhen it rains….. The sound…

A Lens on My Heart

I see you through a lens on my heart, in my leisure,Truthfully speaking, you are my leisure.I don’t know why I can’t see you all the time..I guess, my lens has become foggy with the tear at my eye’s corner.My heart cracks without you,But it heals after seeing you happy.Yet, my heart tips open gushing…

Eternal Bliss

Ever felt, why the breeze is romantic?Ever wondered why the rain feels soft?I have.I have seen eternal bliss.I have heard it.I have felt it,I have smelt it,I have tasted it. The beautiful moments are like atoms,Small enough to remain unseen to the human eye,Yet, I run after it, forgetting it lays around me.The big picture…

The Serenity

You lie down lazily,The phone in your hands,You say nothing at all,Just listen to your favorite bands. The breeze is dead long while ago,Fan is the only source of wind,The hair on your head will sway,Unless it is thoroughly trimmed. The trees outside stand golden,With all the summer shine,The world is not of possession,Only say,…

Your Face

It was the darkest hour of the tension,Don’t know why I was searching for your face,In the crowd. A thousand faces could not appease me,All I needed to forget the nasty crowd,Was your face. I did not try to search your face,Because you are not my life,I can live without you, but not happily. Never…

Song of Selfish Giant

The wagtail hasn’t  wagged its tail, The cuckoo hasn’t sung. The flowers have forgot to bloom, While the spring bells have rung. Yet the spring has come all over Not my garden alone. What  have done so bad My deeds to me is unknown The birds are in the prime of their song But here,…

The Song of Womanhood

If God has gifted a more precious thing than gold, It is womanhood I suppose. The grace, the beauty, and her guts, They always remain embedded in a woman’s heart. A woman has ten hands of which she adores none, All the qualities of a woman are there for men to learn. The elegance, boldness…

Song of Silence

Silence has none of its tongue, Yet, it is a sound way too young. It is there to mute a nation’s shock This holy thing is even used to mock. A great speech of maybe not a named man, Silence is the first to become his fan. A moment of silence gazing nowhere, Another happier…

Song of Words

Rods and needles will prick my skin, But the harsh words wont do so. Because for hurting the heart They are modified to mean so. A hit from stone or a metal piece Might cause someone a scar; But it is the word knives Of evil they are the Czar. It is the word swords…

Loner’s Song

The days of day dreams have gone past Yet I am there to stand till last No one by my side…. Just those days, or months or years Of calling someone for my fears No one by my side…. Those days of hitting a pot of gold Some days ago, under rainbows Watching the hues…

Old Man’s Song

An old man boldly said to a young, With feebly, strong yet not harsh tongue, “For I am not dead To this day I am just frayed. This huge world can change But an old man of previous personality , ‘No!’ He is considered as the ‘Now Generation Foe’. A named old who did things…

SONG OF TIME

Time present and time past, Are both perhaps present in time future. As, what you do in the past In the present it does does nurture. Every single act of joy or Maybe, a piece of unremembered kindness; With all heart dedicated to it, May fill emptiness! For a student who toils, Fetches grades well….