go go go go go
run run run
to the shadows under the blanket,
to a life warm,
and a sleep calm.
a sweet an air that will run over you,
and the eyebrows that will move when you dream,
a pretty face smiling with a beam.
the soft eyes won't move anymore,
you will turn red as you sleep,
as black will turn more dark and very deep.
hours will pass over you,
and you will run through it,
because you have to wake up and sit.
go go go go go
run run run
today's work is done,
tomorrow is waiting with a grunt,
and another happiness you will have to hunt.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Friday, August 6, 2010
Friday, September 4, 2009
Dazed.
Feels like an overturned ship blasted,
Seems like blunt stones on my head casted.
All walls look ready to go red,
With my blood I will get it fed.
I run and run in the hope of being overrun by someone,
If that doesn't happen I want to be hit by that bullet in that gun.
Scratch my skin, peel it off, get it burnt,
I want to be naked is what I have learnt.
Suffering seems like so far off the land,
Touch me, comfort me by holding my hand.
I never and don't want to die,
I want to be near it and cry.
It is not what I need or deserve,
It is what all is left in my life reserve.
The things hold no meaning for me,
Even the city seems like a vast sea.
The gates are crashing, mirrors are cracking,
I am losing, I am tired but I am not backing.
Even the most obsolete thing is able to win over me,
I can't do anything, I am a broken tree.
My friends look like enemies to my eyes,
I try hard to remember their jubilant cries.
The good memories have deserted my soul,
My vices are pushing me into a dark hole.
The urge to smile till my last breath has gone,
Kiss me away like dust in a desert and I will go on and on.
Now I need and want to die,
I need to cry and say my goodbye.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Why should I kill?
It has been a long time that we have been cursing the terrorists and blaming everything on them. But do they really deserve it? Or do we deserve to die? I think the answer is that both the sides don't really deserve this kind of life. I wrote this poem on a terrorist's perspective, just to show that everyone have their reasons. I maybe extreme in certain places, but then there is no measure to anger. Either it is there or it is not. So when was the last time a parent asked his child to respect another religion? When was the last time you fought for equality? When was the last time you cursed a politician for going against the minorite? We really need to look inside ourselves. Instead of asking why should they kill, we should ask ourselves that why shouldn't we let them stand as our brothers...
It was a broken house in which I was born,
with the ninth child, my family was torn.
Still my father picked me with a smile on his face,
and welcomed me to this hell with grace.
They named me after a king,
didn't tell me that I lived in the city's poorest wing.
In my childhood I never fiddled with any toys,
but the worst thing was that I wasn't allowed to play with the other boys.
It weren't my parents who stopped me,
but the other people who didn't allow me.
I used to watch my family struggle for a single day's meal,
and I picked up wounds which took a lifetime to heal.
Even in the school I sat studied and ate alone,
I was abused and my pride was blown.
But I studied well for half a decade,
my family didn't have enough money to send me to the next grade.
Then atlast I asked my mother something,
which had been troubling me like a sting.
"Mom do we vary from others and are a mismatch?
to be treated equal, will I have to be their hatch?"
"No son, you are their equal and not an immigrant,
it's just that they want us to be different."
I didn't understand the answer that day,
but for the rest of my life it defined my pathway.
Then one day a mob came and burnt my broken house,
raped my sisters and killed my mother's spouse.
Hiding her tears my mother ran away with me,
I was devastated and wanted to die and flee.
My life became full of helplessness and despair,
and atlast I understood why I wasn't treated fair.
My mother became mad and fell ill,
died screaming because there was no money for a single pill.
Waiting for the life to end like a bad player,
full of sorrow I wandered here and there.
At last I met people like me,
we all suffered was the only similarity.
With them my sorrow turned into anger,
and I realised the suffocation like a tie on a hanger.
I felt that they were my brothers,
all went through the same things, not like the others.
I wanted to inflict the same pain I felt,
wanted their bodies to tremble and melt.
I joined my suffered brothers just to equip myself,
I wanted to kill the discriminators and clean the shelf.
With my brothers, I swore my life to hit back,
at the people who killed my father and burnt my shack.
From a white cloud, they turned me into a dark cloud full of water,
kept filling me with more and more anger which grew hotter and hotter.
Life always comes back to unity.
if there is too much profit, there will be loss infinity.
To cancel my sorrow, I wanted the same amount of joy,
the joy of revenge and remembering my mother say, "boy".
I want to make the difference between you and me nil,
and then you ask me," Why should I kill?"
It was a broken house in which I was born,
with the ninth child, my family was torn.
Still my father picked me with a smile on his face,
and welcomed me to this hell with grace.
They named me after a king,
didn't tell me that I lived in the city's poorest wing.
In my childhood I never fiddled with any toys,
but the worst thing was that I wasn't allowed to play with the other boys.
It weren't my parents who stopped me,
but the other people who didn't allow me.
I used to watch my family struggle for a single day's meal,
and I picked up wounds which took a lifetime to heal.
Even in the school I sat studied and ate alone,
I was abused and my pride was blown.
But I studied well for half a decade,
my family didn't have enough money to send me to the next grade.
Then atlast I asked my mother something,
which had been troubling me like a sting.
"Mom do we vary from others and are a mismatch?
to be treated equal, will I have to be their hatch?"
"No son, you are their equal and not an immigrant,
it's just that they want us to be different."
I didn't understand the answer that day,
but for the rest of my life it defined my pathway.
Then one day a mob came and burnt my broken house,
raped my sisters and killed my mother's spouse.
Hiding her tears my mother ran away with me,
I was devastated and wanted to die and flee.
My life became full of helplessness and despair,
and atlast I understood why I wasn't treated fair.
My mother became mad and fell ill,
died screaming because there was no money for a single pill.
Waiting for the life to end like a bad player,
full of sorrow I wandered here and there.
At last I met people like me,
we all suffered was the only similarity.
With them my sorrow turned into anger,
and I realised the suffocation like a tie on a hanger.
I felt that they were my brothers,
all went through the same things, not like the others.
I wanted to inflict the same pain I felt,
wanted their bodies to tremble and melt.
I joined my suffered brothers just to equip myself,
I wanted to kill the discriminators and clean the shelf.
With my brothers, I swore my life to hit back,
at the people who killed my father and burnt my shack.
From a white cloud, they turned me into a dark cloud full of water,
kept filling me with more and more anger which grew hotter and hotter.
Life always comes back to unity.
if there is too much profit, there will be loss infinity.
To cancel my sorrow, I wanted the same amount of joy,
the joy of revenge and remembering my mother say, "boy".
I want to make the difference between you and me nil,
and then you ask me," Why should I kill?"
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Why do you have to go away???
Why do you have to go away?
with my heart still in a sway
When we really started to know each other
i think you mistook me as a brother
when we really started to talk
your going away is a real knock
you know what dear
your eyes are very clear
i don't know if you will remember me
please do cos' for that i don't take a fee
we never stood together like Leo and Kate
let's see what in offer does have our fate
it has been two years of wait
and now when i get you, why are going away straight
I waited for you under the sky
you never came, i won't ask why
even if you go out of this world to stay
i will remember you cos' i am not made of clay
but at least once tell me
that you love me
i know you do obviously
but i wanna hear, please that's a plea
i curse my bloody luck
everytime only my life sucks
even if you won't see me
just turn around n' i will always be free
i will never see you again
you don't know my pain
even if i don't hear you for decades
i will be standing right here under the stars battling all the blades
I Will love you forever
and never dare to forget to you ever
in my love there will be no slack
and i will always imagine you in black
Hope you live a life well lived
and never ever get stiffed
at last when i confessed my love
you are going to fly away like a dove
with my heart still in a sway
When we really started to know each other
i think you mistook me as a brother
when we really started to talk
your going away is a real knock
you know what dear
your eyes are very clear
i don't know if you will remember me
please do cos' for that i don't take a fee
we never stood together like Leo and Kate
let's see what in offer does have our fate
it has been two years of wait
and now when i get you, why are going away straight
I waited for you under the sky
you never came, i won't ask why
even if you go out of this world to stay
i will remember you cos' i am not made of clay
but at least once tell me
that you love me
i know you do obviously
but i wanna hear, please that's a plea
i curse my bloody luck
everytime only my life sucks
even if you won't see me
just turn around n' i will always be free
i will never see you again
you don't know my pain
even if i don't hear you for decades
i will be standing right here under the stars battling all the blades
I Will love you forever
and never dare to forget to you ever
in my love there will be no slack
and i will always imagine you in black
Hope you live a life well lived
and never ever get stiffed
at last when i confessed my love
you are going to fly away like a dove
Friday, January 25, 2008
Will I ???
I watch the waves
listening people's raves
wondering if i will ever
be something called clever
or something tough
and eat my own puff
will i ever get a job
or just get lost in the mob
but i don't want to live
just to eat and give
still the world will take me
with the waves seriously
and i will be like a tree
depended on the world for serosity
thinking people don't survive here
they are called a stupid mare
but what if i don't succeed
in the studying try
and beg for my need
god doesn't gives everyone the same brain
so why do all go to the same drain
why don't we try
something new
why are we so dry
and always in the queue
let's take a novel path
and open our hearts
and take a holy bath
instead of one make individual starts
change the stinking world
and don't allow our mind
to be whirled
and don't get bind
but will i ever be
able to follow
this lecture let's see
cos' inside i am really hollow
hope i wont lose
and do the same
go for the stinking job and try
Will I ???
listening people's raves
wondering if i will ever
be something called clever
or something tough
and eat my own puff
will i ever get a job
or just get lost in the mob
but i don't want to live
just to eat and give
still the world will take me
with the waves seriously
and i will be like a tree
depended on the world for serosity
thinking people don't survive here
they are called a stupid mare
but what if i don't succeed
in the studying try
and beg for my need
god doesn't gives everyone the same brain
so why do all go to the same drain
why don't we try
something new
why are we so dry
and always in the queue
let's take a novel path
and open our hearts
and take a holy bath
instead of one make individual starts
change the stinking world
and don't allow our mind
to be whirled
and don't get bind
but will i ever be
able to follow
this lecture let's see
cos' inside i am really hollow
hope i wont lose
and do the same
go for the stinking job and try
Will I ???
i will hAunt yOu
I will haunt you till my death
you will not be able to take a single breath
sleep is what you will never get again
this i am assuring you even in this damned pain
i still have the dagger
with which you hit me
still remember the manner
with which you hated me
life will be long for you
and you know you will be killed by who
you never deserved to be loved
because you are a doll full hate stuffed
see me in your dreams
and wake up in damned screams
you killed my crying heart
and ripped my soul apart
i still hear your damned swears
and forgetting my living cheers
i left everything for you
never thought you will do this too
dying to live to remember you
not in a good way
but just
you know what
I will haunt yOu...
you will not be able to take a single breath
sleep is what you will never get again
this i am assuring you even in this damned pain
i still have the dagger
with which you hit me
still remember the manner
with which you hated me
life will be long for you
and you know you will be killed by who
you never deserved to be loved
because you are a doll full hate stuffed
see me in your dreams
and wake up in damned screams
you killed my crying heart
and ripped my soul apart
i still hear your damned swears
and forgetting my living cheers
i left everything for you
never thought you will do this too
dying to live to remember you
not in a good way
but just
you know what
I will haunt yOu...
cRam it Like nO oNe
This poem was written by me when my mother started her traditional "OK, now start studying" lecture. The poem fetched me an award in Avant Garde Awards .
Yeah yeah mum learning
the pages are turning
I am sitting here alone
waiting for my clone
Why do i have to learn
when i want to live the real world
and let my brain burn
when i am in a fix and curled
I know learning will bring me bucks
but a slave's life sucks
I wanna observe the sky
and ask myself why
do i have to learn
just to make my life turn
You cram, work and die
become mad, rich and mud
never understood why life is so sly
You never ever wonder
why's life a blunder
God must be in a real thunder
who sent you here to cram under
You think you are cool
cos' you cram like a fool
but the real coolness is in thinking
not just turning the pages and blinking
But i will never be like you
and make my mind like poo
So mum just listen
and come out of the kitchen
that now i will listen to my heart
and not learn just to pull a cart
I want to discover life new
and become one of the few
who dared to be distinctive
and learnt to live their instinctive
I want everything to make my own perspective
and never listen to the others respective
But mum if you still want a crammer
I am sorry and i put the hammer
that you give birth to a new one
who could cram it like no one.
Yeah yeah mum learning
the pages are turning
I am sitting here alone
waiting for my clone
Why do i have to learn
when i want to live the real world
and let my brain burn
when i am in a fix and curled
I know learning will bring me bucks
but a slave's life sucks
I wanna observe the sky
and ask myself why
do i have to learn
just to make my life turn
You cram, work and die
become mad, rich and mud
never understood why life is so sly
You never ever wonder
why's life a blunder
God must be in a real thunder
who sent you here to cram under
You think you are cool
cos' you cram like a fool
but the real coolness is in thinking
not just turning the pages and blinking
But i will never be like you
and make my mind like poo
So mum just listen
and come out of the kitchen
that now i will listen to my heart
and not learn just to pull a cart
I want to discover life new
and become one of the few
who dared to be distinctive
and learnt to live their instinctive
I want everything to make my own perspective
and never listen to the others respective
But mum if you still want a crammer
I am sorry and i put the hammer
that you give birth to a new one
who could cram it like no one.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
fRiends bUt no lOve
Yesterday when I was reading a newspaper, I read that when a boy and girl become friends, they mostly end up loving each other, so I have written a stupid poem for it.
Hey my dear sweet friend
let us break this trend
of falling in love
like a sweet dove
We will talk endlessly
walk over the seas carelessly
You have a knack of getting into trouble
so after solving it we'll play rubble
I always see you through the corner of my eyes
but i know that on friendship there's no price
hope you understand me the best
and our friendship will take care of the rest
I will wipe your tears
and then say cheers
Always be happy
but don't be too creepy
Never be sad
for it is very bad
I can't see you disheartened
because my heart gets shortened
We will be great friends
but let's pledge we will never fall in love
hope when i die you'll be at my side
accepting my death in your stride
i love you my friend
i love you
but then
let us break this trend
of falling in love
like a sweet dove...
Hey my dear sweet friend
let us break this trend
of falling in love
like a sweet dove
We will talk endlessly
walk over the seas carelessly
You have a knack of getting into trouble
so after solving it we'll play rubble
I always see you through the corner of my eyes
but i know that on friendship there's no price
hope you understand me the best
and our friendship will take care of the rest
I will wipe your tears
and then say cheers
Always be happy
but don't be too creepy
Never be sad
for it is very bad
I can't see you disheartened
because my heart gets shortened
We will be great friends
but let's pledge we will never fall in love
hope when i die you'll be at my side
accepting my death in your stride
i love you my friend
i love you
but then
let us break this trend
of falling in love
like a sweet dove...
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
sΉe is mŶ bEst fRieNd dAyd
Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things.
i hAve a fRiend whO taught me how to enjoy life and as yoU knOw friends aRe special, sHe is tHe moSt speCial friEnd I have. sHe is mY bEst frIend i havE chOsen a nickname for hEr frOm hEr nicKnAme. tHe nIckname iS dAyd. I havE wriTten a poem fOr heR. hOpe you lIke it dAyd.
She is my best friend
From end to end
When I chat with her
I am filled with laughter
She is so innocent
But also very eminent
She loves music
and knows many tricks
She is a great prankster
But I am also a gangster
She is a sweetheart
Just like a pumpkin tart
She is a scholli
And also a folly
She is the best girl in her town
And looks like a clown
She is a beautiful scarlett
And loves chocolates
You are my best friend dayd
You are
I am afraid I will lose you
But U should know you will never lose me
I love you dayd like anything
Because you are my bEst friend
From end to end…
Saturday, July 28, 2007
wEll gals aNd gUys tOdAy aT mA dEsk in tHe skOOl I wroTe a disaster
wEll today in ma enGlish period in da skool i felt like dozing off but i stood ma ground and wrote a disaster or in simple language enGlish 'A POEM'. it's about a gangster who realises his gunny mistakes. It goes like dis
It seems I am scattered all over again
can't think of my vainI am full of love and hateful pain
What could I do, my heart, my vain
Let me leave this world in acidic rain
For my friends don't know I am in so much shame
I still remember her pretty face
To kill her I wanted to race
She was so pale, so frail
But I wanted the cash so I went to nail
When she saw me with her justful eyes
I realised that I was miles back in the world and in the tail
I have learnt never to love anyone
But in her face I saw something for everyone
I tried to hate her from my bloodshot eyes
But really in vain were all my tries
I started loving her from my blackened heart
I really wanted to be one of her part
Something in my brain told me to kill her.
And inside my heart I will always be a gangster.
wELl no ending for this poem till now you can give some suggestions
It seems I am scattered all over again
can't think of my vainI am full of love and hateful pain
What could I do, my heart, my vain
Let me leave this world in acidic rain
For my friends don't know I am in so much shame
I still remember her pretty face
To kill her I wanted to race
She was so pale, so frail
But I wanted the cash so I went to nail
When she saw me with her justful eyes
I realised that I was miles back in the world and in the tail
I have learnt never to love anyone
But in her face I saw something for everyone
I tried to hate her from my bloodshot eyes
But really in vain were all my tries
I started loving her from my blackened heart
I really wanted to be one of her part
Something in my brain told me to kill her.
And inside my heart I will always be a gangster.
wELl no ending for this poem till now you can give some suggestions
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