How did you become a Poet? Here's why.
As you grow old you start to forget two things: First, who you were. Second, I don't remember. But, well! How does 'Sad' really feel like? Is 'old' really 'sad'? If sad was a person, would you not pity on his condition or hers? Does it not worry you to find out people don't feel... Continue Reading →
A new day A new life That will stay With no strife. An eternal joy For the same old boy I wish you and a lot I pray 'Cause its your day. From the same old friend For the friendship that'll never end. A smile that stays forever I wish you success hereafter You are... Continue Reading →
And all that has come down to in the end is_ My End. That end where I lost the most important part of me. That end where_I lost to myself. But, I'm not full of regrets this time. I'm not disappointed with me even. But, it's true that I lost. I lost to myself. But,... Continue Reading →
A half century of English poetry here at my blog. Uff...*sighed* With every blot of ink outraged an enormous amount of passion for reinforcing in me a will to write. To write about all those things that I know I could have said to people. Some people. But, I did not. Not because it never... Continue Reading →
I request you to be strong and cozy And love me with a fearless heart For my heart has an inadequacy To restrict the feelings and depart I'm bound to the chains of adolescence And shadowed by the spark of your eyes For there is a luring incense Every time you comfort me with lies... Continue Reading →
The day I chose To be with you Was the day I realized How much I needed you. From the days of the past To the memories that last I have breathed your incense I have touched your essence How could I thank enough For all the moments so tough And still smile without reasons... Continue Reading →
So, let's rejoice once again. This poem is a gift from me to a very dear junior of mine. He wrote the starting of this poem and wrote it well enough. He is a pretty good writer even. Yash_"The Inevitable"
From the time these eyes saw her My words have never been complete What if my silence was an answer IS What I think sometimes
I don't normally write poems like these. It was just a challenge accepted to form positivity from negativity. He never was. But, then she was. He waited on her 'shut up'. She decided to step up. He pleaded guilty of his sins. She created her own reigns. He wanted her to be shy. She one... Continue Reading →
There is a lot to wonder about this life than just opening and closing of the eyes. I am trying to bring an excerpt of it through this acoustic poem. But, remember I am not perfect. And so ain't you. There was uncertainty among the clouds In bringing the downpour Or let the tears bear... Continue Reading →
This poem depicts all those 'what ifs' and those expectations in love. It will engross you all the while.
We often sing tales of the Moon to people. Here's song for the moon. After being inspired by a friend to write a poem(because I seriously was in no mood to do it sometime soon), I accepted a challenge put forward. Well, this poem has come off that way. This person asked me a topic... Continue Reading →
Responsibility is a great thing, especially when one can show cast it with poetry.
What if I die tomorrow? Would I get a day in borrow? Should I be grateful for this unending sorrow? For not letting my emptiness turn hollow.
You think you know me! And that you can define me. That I'm a lone traveller Who knows not which path to take. That I'm a friendly stranger Whose faith would so easily shake. That I'm a hopeless romantic Who in a box is just a tick. That I'm a random fighter Who enslaves everything... Continue Reading →
She loved me When no one else did When no one cared And darkness lid When tears poured And eyes bleed When alone I cried And a pain, splendid She loved me When everyone left When a wreath of emotions Were rigorously felt When I was the culprit And her love, a theft She loved... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time... Lived he and she In a time so prime Forever, to be. Rude,was he. Cute, was she. Young, were they. Dumb? No way. Ordinary, he was. Elegant, she was. Strangely, they met. Eyes, dilate. Aberrant? No, wait. Little, they ameliorate. Dreams, of her. Eden. Sober. Ardent, was he. Despite, homely. One... Continue Reading →