Life is filled with millions of
Oozy and Ouch,
But it is kept in the grey paint,
Blitzed and down;
One could clearly see
The dark and the white,
But choose to
Stay on their site;
What are scared of?
Death? Let it drain your energy!
Be a monster of your kingdom,
Conspicuously rumble against the tyranny!
They prominently conspire to sell your soul,
You are not here to play nice;
Forget about the rules what you made,
It’s time to gallop for the sky!
The fumes lasted in an hour
While I was standing there
With my sorrow and the moroseness,
Only to submit those to the Sentiment Card Decker
Which I had with me for a long time now,
Allowing me to play with my emotions and share;
Hearts for all the hearty ones,
Diamonds for the faker,
Spades for uncontrollable times,
Clubs for the wild explorer;
But who can override all of them?
Yes, there is a Joker!
Sometimes you can switch the game,
Play the Rummy instead of Poker;
But these are not the easy suits to have,
Either you are a loser or must be a risk-taker;
Winning the hands is not the real question,
Could you manage to be the Emotion Bearer?
On this long straight road
I was standing
At the farthest hour of time
Desperately waiting, talking to myself, wondering
Would she come
At this end meet me?
Would I be good enough
For her eyes to adore me?
There is no pumped up
Heart beat in the core
But if she missed by any chance
Sure would break with frantic tone
Once I was told
Never to expect any filmy moments
And with the progressive ages
Uncertainty was one of my appearances
The bus was delayed
And I was in the losing-all-hope state
But here she came with glaring look
Saying, “Sorry, I am late!”
This is 14th poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 challenge.
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Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!
He was afraid
The pitch was going to be drained
Where time became irrelevant,
Vision had lost its lifetime fuel,
Lyrics of the prime song became insignificant
Bounded by explicit or maybe, implicit rule
The summer painter wondered all night
Thinking about the winter road,
Discoloring the substantial amount of ride
Just to sleep in the dream store
What to catch, where to hide
Struggling with overflow of ideas at the universe core!
A Beginner’s Guide to Become Human
With a white clean hankie and a leather bag,
She was standing on this empty road;
I was on the another side
Waiting for the rain to stop;
She called me for help
But I pretend I couldn’t hear her;
She was crying out loud
And kneeling down to get my attention;
I looked down the aisle behind me
Just to find out the street was empty;
I picked up my leather jacket
but instead of helping I raced away to conceal my identity;
The perception of human enriched
To the point where we combine universe;
In this galaxy, far away, we claim to reach
But did we touch the soul within us?