Always Quiet I Smile

November 27, 2015 in English Poetry

Lot of folks around me
Still talk with anticipation..
Crawling there way in…
They eye my pertinence..

Enduring my quiteness…
I let the moment go..
Kinda remain dumbstruck..
daunted by my own soul..

I assent the way I am..
Awaiting another impediment..
On my thoughts of being awake..
To reply the ever chanting birds..

They still think..
I am unheard of current extant..
Feeling sorry for me..
They curse my existence..

But I still enjoy..
The calm and composure of being quiet..
Though others feel I need to be fluent..
To grab the lime light..

“Expression” They say..
obliges the world to welcome you..
And I still admire this rhyme
To be the manifestation of aforesaid prime..

Yeah..thats true..
My words speak after they are written..
And I stand in chance..
With this manner of expression..

And I like the way I am..
Creeping back after being meticulous..
Stating cluster of folks now..
The depth of my imagination..

The “Silence” thus makes me feel better..
Giving in-depth of every matter..
It helps me stand flatter..
Utmost to glitter my inner manner…

Sketched Apart

November 26, 2015 in English Poetry

This Poem is based on the sketch uploaded along with it.. Couldn’t think of any other title than this one truly depicting the origin of poem and also the loneliness of lad gazing down.., thus depicting the sketch also..:

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Glancing from the tree’s crest
Sidelined by the dimensions of piece
Happiness just flattered for a moment
After taking the rest in peace

With wooden swings swivelling
And the girl accompanying the left wing
Happiness did squander the moment dreaming
Being assured of bliss privileging

Squaring its eyes now
Adamant to move as in the same phase of dreaming
Happiness did find itself missing..
The past elements of human whispering

Gazing down in despair
Heaving the loss of pair
Happiness tried to give another stare
But found the scenario hardly rare

With the left swing down in open
And the creeper holding the ropes which were broken
Happiness sighed the back of the lad and smiled..
Hanging his head down he seemed fragile

Smile?? Coz the sketch missed its element for a while?
Or coz the sketch didn’t put the spectrum in style?
Although the sketch was still monotonous in black and white..
Even then why the happiness smiled on a fragile?

It was a virtual sketch and virtual eye..
The happiness was virtual and so was the smile..
But the creators were nothing but real you and I
So the real happiness did smile..
On nothing but the another piece of a pile..

Emotes

September 20, 2015 in English Poetry

“These thoughts just came in my mind when I was feeling troubled to tell others which would let their heads down.. And I tried to guess emotes to be living beings, but they just didn’t seem to turn out emotional as they are said.”

 

Can I prick those emotions..
And let them flow…
Unaware…
That they will not fear any-more…

For a year long…
They managed to pursuit in my heart…
Willing to acquire it forever…
They couldn’t rest for one another..

They were mixed…
Few times back they were thin…
Just troubling me inside…
Vicious,but nothing more than flowing paranoid…

But they mixed with surroundings…
Fused with my flowing blood…
Acquired the toxicity…
And the thickness of external love…

Steady and Unmoved now…
They wished to explore beyond…
But I was dread,fearing…
What if they trouble others a lot?

I was tensed…
And their slow movement made me sick…
Congestion of thoughts inside…
Let the moment slip..

Hurting each other now…
Emotes were set free…
They didn’t mean their voyage to be like this…
But they were still unaware of their spirits..

The Shed

September 6, 2015 in English Poetry

It was a visit to my college’s Tennis court during night time..And it was the place..probably i liked the most…A site best accessible for peace in dark…. Please review the poem :)…

Standing in between the two courts…
Holding the fort on each’s end…
Lies the shed…
Charming…
Reciting several accounts of..
Joy and disgust..
Revealing the world..
The dismay of fate…
and the glory of exertion..

Bearing the weight of emotions…
It looks firm…
Performer to supporter…
It makes everyone to cheer…
Gesture of love and praise…
Admiration from both the ends..
Makes it feel better every summer…

But sometimes in the night..
When it is all alone…
It is all on its own…
Accustomed to applause and praise…
To hide itself..
It mourns on the lost soul…
With the passage of wind across the both ends…
It cries on predicament..
Whether to joy for invincible soul..
Or empathise for susceptible one..

The shed..
Now has to bear its own emotion..
Feeling sorry for itself
Being the site of sorrow
Rather than elation..
It crumbles under its own emotes…
And move on..
To tell me the story..
On that night…

And I seemed to listen..
May be because…
My emotions made it to crumble..
And Contemptible to no more applause…

 

The Deep Book

August 27, 2015 in English Poetry

When it all started,
It was just Hi and successive byes..
It then rolled beyond to,
Mystic smiles and impressive replies

Clashes of humor, spirit of fights,
They weren’t just free bird’s style..
That’s what we both aimed and pride,
Coz it all started with Independence Rhyme..

With all characters till now and no voice,
It seemed to be bit fragile..
And then there was an occurrence
Greyed shadows dropped away with big smile..

The noise promised to last with life,
It was love and care,
Which answered the depression,
And inspired the creative minds..

We became so volatile,
So unpredictable and hostile..
Yet there were no boundaries defined,
And that’s how the Chemistry was all fine..

There was crisp in Emotions,
There was love in fight..
There was care in disguise..
And there was no future defined..

And that’s how we became,
The savior of each other’s lackluster time..
The only ones to convince their depressing frame of mind..
From big grin to smirk and smile
And yet we stayed away..
Hoping to stay together forever in this wild

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