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Poem.

It has been long since i wrote.

It has been long since i wrote something.

It has been long since i wrote something readable.

It has been long since i wrote something readable and comprehensible.

It has been long since i wrote something readable and comprehensible which tickled .

It has been long since i wrote something readable and comprehensible which tickled or offended

It has been long since i wrote something readable and comprehensible which tickled or offended anyone.

No offense to comprehensible poems.

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Cacophony Of Silence

whitenoiseI dislike the vulgarly blaring loudspeakers
I hate the honks of trucks and cars make in the jam
I hate noise in general.
But,
I am scared of silence.

Noise crisscrosses the temporary and cancels.
Whereas,
Silence adds up the past, the permanent
Becomes heavy :
Lost battles
Neglected wounds
Forgotten heartbreaks
Painful deceits
Defects damages and deaths…

Then silence becomes visible and grueling to tolerate.
The cacophony is too clear to avoid
Harsher than noise of vulgar loudspeakers.
Shriller than the honks.

In noise things are lost,
We hear a lot but listen nothing.
In silence,
We hear nothing but listen a lot
And listening to silence is deafening.

Missed Call

MissedCall

I was thinking about you
And suddenly you appeared
On the ridiculously large display
I was staring at.

Alerted and still
I shook
By the tremor it caused
In my hands and heart.

Vibrations and ring tones can be painful
At times
Voluntarily, I tried to gather courage while
Involuntarily, my right thumb silenced it
To ease the pain that I wanted.

Muffled, in my hands you became still
But on the ridiculously large display you still smiled
Maybe love can’t be asphyxiated
That easily by pressing buttons.

I missed your call just now
But I have missed you for too long.

Poems that I wrote 2: Chewing Gum

Chewing this mint
I get the hint
Aren’t some relations like chewing gum?

Attractively packed
We eye them greedily as promises stacked
Initially
Taste of confectionary
Mingled with smell of berry
You covet it as for cake topped with cherry
Or like the sweet sherry
Appetizing you for more….
As you start indulging in it
Its flavor mixes with your juices
Sort of adrenalin gushes
You are on a high
Chewing it slowly you fly……

Gradually softened
You chew
And chew
And chew
Taste buds hypnotized
Mind and heart mesmerized
Sweetness at its peak
But, fragrance turning bleak……..
Still you chew
But with time you utter ‘phew’
Saliva magic ends
The lovely tale bends
The sensation fades
Gum becomes gum
Drained of taste
Its waste!
Nothing seems fresh or new
And you realize ‘chewable’ (‘likeable’) people are few
Spitting out the gum
You regret your association with a bum
Out of self anger you spit feeling uncouth
As if to cleanse your mouth…….

Once again
Life turns stale
You miss the gale….

Looking around
Many people chewing the gum are found
Going through various stages
Enjoying, as if blessed by sages
You get jealous, bored and start looking for something new
Willing for another breakthrough
Hoping someone happens fast
And
Hoping the fun to last…
While my thinking and writing stint
Flavor has been lost by my mint
I too spit it out
But I don’t regret the money spent
Or the time that went
Because I am not tangled in such a mesh(mess)
Or
Because at least my mouth is minty fresh!!!

Poems that I wrote 1: Blackout

 

As the sight blurs,
The shores become less visible
As the wind carries my canoe away
The unknown is becoming known,
The fear inside me becomes more tangible
The phony confidence starts to sway
I find myself in jeopardy, it feels horrible!!
Reality, are you real?
Ohh terrible!
With wounds green and stabs umpteen
In this foggy sea, friends nor foes can be seen
Only me, the moisture and the salt
Can you tell who is at fault?
. . . . .
Pity! No one can.
Time or tide
None giving me a ride
Sigh!
..
..
.
.
Standing here
I still remember all the faces
I still remember all the places
The things they did
Their ugly intentions hid
The traitors masked as friends
Whom I could not defend
Their precipitancy rather verity made me weak
My energy and vigor lost in the leak
I sat baffled
As they ruffled……….
Finally they pushed me into this sea
Since then I and canoe is ‘we’…
..
.
……
It started to rain
And my body shook with pain
Somehow I manage to remain afloat
Helplessly on my broken boat
Sun, its aura is hazed
Stretch of sea, I am bewilderedly amazed
Rays of hope are onubilating
Ways to escape are terminating
Above and below, right and left
I see only water
My dreams of seeing land shatter
Now nothing seems to matter
Only canoe and me
We and sea…
Sea of hopelessness
Sea of abjectness
Sea of aggravations
And the
Sea of broken relations
……
Floating alone
Slowly, my senses turn to numb zone
Feelings fading
Vision blearing
The pain is muting
Black out!!
……

Thoughts: A not-so-poemish Poem

Thoughts
I have them
You have them
They have them

Thoughts
They come
They go
They take us places

Thoughts
They titilate
They excite
They engage

Thoughts
They make you bored
They make you mad
They make you sad

Thoughts
They were with you when you were not alone
They were with you when you were alone
They will be with you always

Thoughts
They have made you
They have helped you
They have shaped you

Thoughts
These are mine
Write down yours