WHATEVER

I don’t know why I am writing this,

Don’t know why I am being a fool,

I don’t want to go, the option being hard to miss,

Still, I allow myself to be used as a tool.

This stanza holds no meaning for me,

As did the one, preceding this,

I do not have worthy thoughts to pen,

But the ones that one may count as shit.

They say I write good English, gosh!

I did not even realize when I wrote anything,

Never have my emotions betrayed me before,

I have been contained, unable to fly, like a bird without a wing!!!

Welcome to a word of madness and devilry,

My past holds ample amounts of both,

I am ashamed of my family and lineage,

I hate to be counted as one of them, without any worth.

It’s good we are isolated and distant from rest,

I hate their bloody gene, damn it!

The same blood runs in my veins,

I want to escape from that place of bullshit.

I know this poem does not make any sense,

I know my thoughts swayed towards the end,

Do not read it again if you think I am a fool,

Because, for you, whatever I am, I wont mend.

CODSWALLOP

A nameless regret resides in my troubled heart,

A ceaseless pang on pain batters me every second,

I think I can name the loss of my happiness shirt,

But it eludes me and my imagination, I can’t pretend.

Stormy nights encompass my shadow world,

I will sail the sea of nothingness for eternity,

Thoughts sway inside me, leading to inferiority complex,

I want to get away from my blessed fraternity.

I have a world free of worldly sorrows and desire,

To roam in it, to my heart’s content is a dream,

To feel the joys of love and kindness is like a barbed wire,

The tighter you grasp, the deeper it cuts, inviting a scream.

My loss is someone else’s gain, someone worthier,

I can not decide which aspect of it to elude,

Every second it cuts into me, like flesh on fire, but swarthier,

The reason is obvious, I though lament it, never come to conclude.

People say I am talented, full of vital energy,

I see them, I know I am different from all,

I pray I come out in flying colors and a renewed synergy,

But all determination ,ultimately fails, triggering a fall!!!

SOMETHING TO THINK

The season’s cool evening breeze blows through the window,

I am sitting with a thousand thoughts in my brow,

The ceiling fan circulates dry warm air,

It ceaselessly blows through my tangled hair.

Thoughts lead to confusing scenarios and light

My inner-self does not know which way is right,

My feet are firmly set on two banks,

Both of them are right and of worthy ranks.

I long for her soft, soothing voice,

Giggling and blushing and when she makes a choice,

Her eyes are just like mine, dark brown.

Her hair adorns her graceful head like  a kingly crown.

Oh! How many times have I wished to smell those!

A hope, that was always like water from a dry hose,

I thought myself as an erring dork,

With a porous mind like a cork!

The season’s cool evening breeze blows through the window,

I am sitting with a thousand thoughts in my brow,

I think I know the answer to all my troubles,

But reason, it seems to burst out like bubbles!!!

PIRATES

The sea’s as quiet as death,

The sailors are scared of foul breathe,

Personal hygiene takes a back seat,

When the pirate lords take to meat.

Abuses and laughter float around,

Shortage of rum triggers a shout,

Brave-hearted though they are,

Their mind is as black as tar.

But some of them are noble,

Fierce, but their cores are humble,

Freedom is all they seek,

And get rind of bondage reek.

Plans and strategies go unheeded,

Escape-routes and ‘parley’ is invoked as needed,

Treasures, gold and women be an-

ample reason for quest, for the Pirates of the Caribbean!

PONDER

Do you know how to live for eternity?

Do you know how to defeat the final frontier?

Do you fear the deep, dark abyss?

And do you want to stand up and command your fear?

Doomed are all who are born as men,

Even the mighty Gods covet this singular gift,

Yet we mortals seem to run away from death,

And tend to out-wit this heavenly shift.

Wasted away are years in research and study,

Life’s longetivity is useless to stretch,

Your assigned work should be complete.

Lest it is no use to live longer and become a wretch.

Have you tried to understand why we die?

Death is like going to sleep after a hard day’s work,

Every muscle yearns to sleep at last,

Ignorance however feeds upon us like a shark.

CURIOUS

I see a face staring at me in the darkness,

I can guess it is lined with many-a-trouble,

I can see the dark brown eyes which want to harness-

The love of a woman, in midst of all rubble.

The eyes hold a fear of some distant dread,

They say a story of unyielding agony,

Wasted away are the years, that men tread,

And doom themselves by binding in holy matrimony.

Love of a dear, beloved one is valued very much,

His curious  face holds an expectant vigil,

Set firmly are his lips as such,

A radiant expression besieges him, like a man down with measles.

Deep  in the recess of his eyes, a fear resides,

A dread of the most common type for men,

Sacrifice is willingly done by one who loves, besides

Being unable to be rewarded, for the emotions that are difficult to pen.

DESTINED TO WORK

People tend to take it for granted,

When they get, whatever they wanted,

The loss or absence reveals the truth,

Sweet indeed it is the hard labour’s fruit.

Lazy men can not succeed in life,

Their quest stands on the edge of a knife,

One wrong step triggers their fall,

Which, although sudden, was certain after all!

Every deed needs sincere effort behind,

Anyone who does not believe must be out of his mind,

Faith is the driving factor here,

The unfaithful lot makes up the rear.

It is not easy to accomplish,

The evident deeds that are God’s wish,

We must be headstong and focus,

Because a single mistake may change the whole locus!!!