The stream (all workshops)
I am a free bird
Just that I shot down from the sky
By a hunter’s game and left to die
Upon this rubble of insanity
I survived but a free bird in captivity
Now I rove the grim borders of this world
Looking out for a good grasp of wind
To fly high again, a free bird
But if the wind does not blow
And life is still grey without a glow
It’s okay; I am still a free bird, a sparrow
With liberty voice singing from my pain
The hunter’s heart will hear of my hurt
When with all of my might
I begin walk and walk
I imagined like always you would
come,
Whistling that moronic tune,with
your breath soaked with rum.
Asking like always,if I have eaten,
before dressing my palm with
bills -spoils of a gambler's
war,taxed from those you had at
the table beaten. Though drink
was cascade-ing ur voice
sore,with a lil lime,you gulped
the gin more.
Today as always I waited
with pitched bliss,
Ignorant of what life had fated.
I imagined your coming,more
than your leaving, I imagined
The full moon is shining bright tonight.
Brighter than any other time of the year.
In the Carolinas, a Carolina Girl sits quietly in her car; kindle fire in hand surfing the internet at McDonald.
A peak at the fullmoon; she covets its beauty as she reads in God's word how life will be one day. Trees too far to see, grabble at the light with its fingers.
The rainy dark clouds obstructs her view. Impedes her peaceful coexistence with the unifying of her spirit with nature.
This has been a description of my avatar
Once -being blue- I flew to the garden seeking pleasure
Isn't that what we usually get when we walk among flowers?
At the far back corner I could sight
a rare beauty that caught my heart.
But as I stepped closer I heard a sigh,
and found a diamond-tear in her eye.
Eagerly I asked about the matter,
but quite hesitantly that beauty muttered :
“Not only humans feel and fear,"
"even flowers might have a tear.”
Poetry comes to me at night
When the whole world turns quiet
I have with me a pen...
A blank paper
My thoughts...
My heart...
And some cheap wafer
I start to cry;
I hear my mind
Yes,
I weep because mostly I can’t seem to find
A way to make things better
To make my pains lesser
Then my tears begin to fill that plain white sheet
I'll blame it on tectonic plates
the kind which push the mountains higher
they move like rusty swinging gates.
In blaming them I am a liar.
Those cussed things also cause rifts
spreading valleys ever wider
as they go about their drifts
like some kind of great divider.
And all this motion's going faster
especially in these last few years
leading to personal disaster
and to vague unspoken fears.
The Fall
I just fell from a precipice.... though not too high...
fell on the back of my flat head...
heavens saved me
you want to know why?
coz I have yet to compose poems
without a score
and
many will learn from me.....all the more
Two things in life are for certain
CALAMITY
and
OPPORTUNITY
always come unannounced
Curtain!
It is a step ahead,
It is a walk forward,
It is a road all new,
It is a path I chose,
It is a journey that is slow,
It is a speed to know,
It is time all to remember,
It is a joyful environment to be,
It is a feeling to be with you,
It is a caress that changed me,
It is a word that pulled me to you,
It is all "Love".
I hate this, I scolded my subconscious mind
This sense of detachment from reality, feeling hopeless
For the first time, I am not in control, powerless
After a few minutes of negativity and wallowing in self-pity
I told myself : Get over yourself, It’s not worth it
I took a deep breath
I took an imaginary ride to my inner self
A place I always go, that corner in the depths of my being
My heart and its quiet desperation for freedom, to live beyond conventionalism
Does not help either
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