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…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

Me to My Beloved

“You will never know how much I love to spend time with you”, I said. ” Well, I already know that. Tell me something new.”. “Like; my favorite color, my favorite sport? I guess that will amuse you.”. “Well, I know the answer to these too” “You know, how difficult it is to talk to…

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…