For the Amusement of Probably Timeless Love

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!


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Wake Me Up When Everyone Is Dead

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Wake Me Up When Everyone Is Dead

I missed a few deadlines

Was busy disarranging some of the thoughts

It tied up with

What I do


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


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



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

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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

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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!

If you have any thought in your mind for this poetry share it in the comment section.

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A Dream Before You Sleep

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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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Oh, Minion Fails To Lose

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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

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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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Reopening Randomness

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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!

Inside The Mask Of A Hero

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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!