For the Amusement of Probably Timeless Love
As the wind churns out
Its part of the song,
Her deadpan face glooms in the street light
For a thoughtless gimmick to perform.
*
There might be some chances
Of our eye-contacts,
But her mummified gigs
Are veraciously lost in the sentence.
*
I am losing it all
In the battle of hearts;
My continuous rage has come out in poetry
To breathe life to instil love in intervals!
Picture Credit: Created by French Artist – Ciryl Rolando (Bored Panda)
I missed a few deadlines
Was busy disarranging some of the thoughts
It tied up with
What I do
And
What I am supposed to do
The creative curves were far from being smooth
The light moment I forbad cheering
And then,
One of my friends told me
That I complicate the simple thing
Reason?
I get bored
And can easily be distracted, in the name of Break
I was not that convinced
But for some reason, I nodded
Maybe, for the sake of friendship
It’s hard to keep up with the daily routine
When you have a million tasks in hand
And you take another million to engage
Having a social life comes as a privilege
But when it happens
I miss someone
Someone who is not here
Someone who is not willing to complete my sentence
Someone who never shares her deeper instincts
Someone who doesn’t talk much
Because I am still a stranger to her
And it’s true.
Despite this, she still comes as a song
Invigorate my mind to make me do wonder.
Also, she listens.
I guess she is not that bad.
But wait, I can’t think of her
I am not allowed to
There is an enormous amount of work to be commenced
And there’s money
There’s money
Which is hard to come by
Not everyone is willing to pay you for your hard work
I am literally fighting for every penny of mine
While continuously polishing my creative and artistic side.
And then,
The pressure of following up with the social stigma,
The political biases,
The religious disbelief,
News rants,
Everyone is literally flagging their self-bragging flyers online
Which says
“Like me, love me”
“Like me, love me”
“Like me, love me”
But unintentionally, I also beg people to like me
Yup, there is another factor needed to be considered
Despite your best effort in your desired field,
It’s important
That you promote yourself out there.
Their eyes should spot you dancing all the time
So that, they would throw some money
With the expectation
That I may make it double
With my splendid presentation.
It’s exasperating
Physically, mentally, spiritually and perhaps, universally
Oh yes, give me craps on the last word I used
You all so-called intellectual Nazi
I need to lie down
I need to lie down
I must sleep
My average sleep is 3-4 hours a day
I must sleep
I must sleep
Sleeping
Sleeping
I am not done, yet.
But for now, sleeping!
Wake me up when everyone is dead.
The eleventh poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. This Slam Poetry describes my current mental state.
The song of the day is Sweet Dispositing from Tamper Trap. This is one of those songs which can go on in a loop and you won’t tired of it at all. I usually listen to it for the concentration.
You must read this poem without a hiccup in thoughts. If you have any thoughts please share in the comment section.
I am Shivesh – Poet, Writer, Actor, Theatre Artist and Now also becoming, Filmmaker (amateur).
An Advice from a Lonesome So-And-So
Call me whiskers of thoughts
When you habitually fuss
About the little thing
In your life;
*
Call me the joy of melody
When you pray to God
For every little problem
In your tribe;
*
Call me randomly assorted
When you lost your way
During the undesirable and burdensome ride
Of your daily-life-routine cycle;
*
Call me an abstract simile
When you patiently wait
For your turn to come
Instead of the pathetic cry;
*
Call me the divine tango
When you push the red shining door
And after the thriving years of struggle,
You uninterruptedly fly!
This is the first poem in the series of this year’s NaPoWriMo challenge. I have been successfully participating in 30-Day poetry challenge since 2014.
Let’s give you a song link which I like very much and it could be related to the struggle of creating a song or of life. The song is A Big Bird in Small Cage
Please read this poem without a blink and a thought. Perhaps, it would lay the possible picture of your life and song! If yes, feel free to comment on how. If no, then let me know why!
I am Shivesh – Poet, Writer, Actor, Theatre Artist and Now also becoming, Filmmaker (amateur).
The Furious Nature of Life
Acknowledge that
There is a fire inside you.
Alarm your body
Prepare your mind, be on your toe,
The storm is coming.
*
The stagnant nature of your life
Isn’t going to help you
The process is excessively demeaning
And probably, conspired to fail you
But the indignant power you have
Harness it to dig for the entire truth
*
But it doesn’t mean
You disremember the joy
The love, the sweet candy, the friends,
The talk, the almost hypnotic memories, the ploy
Against the indifferent time
Yet, you can lose, win and fall, but be coy!
Did you try to fail today or did you fail to try?
23rd poem of NaPoWriMo 2017 series!
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A Dream Before You Sleep
Oh the mammoth sun stroke
Has now dawned upon them!
And with a dull lackluster gesture,
The humongous monsters are snatching the gem.
*
The gullible prince of a red kingdom
Frowned upon the firefly
Which are gliding from the sky
The boy has shown the tenacious fight
Bleeding through those giants
But the flying creatures
Atrociously attacked him with the paced ride
*
Is he defeated,
The one with too many adversaries,
Lying there for them
To exhaust ‘your’ brain and energy?
*
Will you get up again
For another lime of time?
Could you count the number of smaller wins
Every time you stride?
Answer tomorrow, once you wake up
Rest till the end of this dusky night!
21st poem of NaPoWriMo 2017 series!
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While simplifying any problem
Your face derives the emoted expression;
And with the background of light purplish color,
You can be viewed as delighted minion
*
Your fascinating walk
At the brink of the highest fall
Can generate the utmost power
To live the dream you saw and grow tall!
27th poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!
I am sure you all have loved Minions. something they teach us. Never lose a chance to have fun. Agree? If you have any thought in your mind for this poetry share it on the comment section.
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The Misspelled IdentIty
9 out of 10 times
I disguised as a vengeful character
With the traits
Of hurting and delusional traitor;
*
Looking at the larger sky,
I wonder what stars would be thinking,
Giving the signs of unbreakable struggle
Or push my blind curves onto deleted reeling;
*
Often I conceive such ideas
As nasty bump-kicking blaster,
But for the better or worse,
I sulk in the misery of tied-up power;
*
So all the shines of my pride,
I don’t care what you say;
My lackluster imbalanced life
Would take me to the briskish day!
13th Entry of NaPoWriMo 30-Day Poetry Challenge.
Little unusual but could you relate to it? What is your thought about this? Tell me in comment section below.
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They tied up these pieces of heart
Into a magnifying world of laughter,
Pure and historical
At a closure of veracious chapter;
*
We kept this in dark
For so long that can’t be remembered,
Fragile but breathable
With a touch of signified standard;
*
Now you wished to open it once again
Searching for those cult classics,
Old, now more sensible
In the randomness of magical clicks!
This is third entry on the third day of #NaPoWriMo Poetry Challenge. If you want to read some random article you can always visit my another blog Keep Reading Keep Humming
Does this poetry make sense? If no, my motive is fulfilled. If yes, then you did find something on the randomness of life! In any case, leave a comment.
See you a tomorrow with a new poem!
Whoohooom, Wohooom, Whoohooom!
I could’ve sung more;
With a whoop but tied eyes to read the dream
I really meant to blow this world;
*
Destruction or Demolition
Was not my motive,
In this ideal world for the last piece of pie
I could be either vigilantist or instructive;
*
Let’s have a lack of faith in everyone,
Try to touch our inner sound;
Once you produced the random song,
I could let my voice spread around;
*
But as I said, my eyes are tied,
Your trust is diminished with lots of sorrow;
Please pick your own bow and arrow,
Let me be inside the mask of an inspiring hero!
Today is the first day of NaPoWriMo (Of Course my favorite one) where I have to write 30 poems in 30 days. I, hereby, accept this challenge by posting this poem (just made it). Feeling great to be participating 3 years in a row!
