a touch of air
this heart flutters.
the ache dissolves
In this monsoon, the murderous grey
clouds makes us disappear
I drift to you, as a warm wind
Wishing you were here.
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Dreams – Reverse Poetry
This is an attempt to create a reversible poem that can be read from both top and bottom. I have provided both the perspective. Do let me know , If you Liked it. 🙂
Dream
I never leave my glasses full
“Beer is continuous blood, let it flow.” Bukowski
the crazy old poet once said.
Cigarettes though I abhor with reverence.
My words are always the letters of condolences to everything.
Almost every weekend with scotch and vodka
I attend funeral of their dreams,
their dreams massacred in broad daylights.
Friends, Lovers, Acquaintances,
all gave in slowly, for a dream of stable life,
where they work till 9-5 somehow.
They buy food and have wailing babies.
Then they drink to bring normality.
They stop pursuing themselves
They hate mirrors.
Let them be.
I am normal now,
I don’t need a drink.
Let me dream.
Let me write something beautiful.
I don’t want to be like them.
I simply don’t.
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I simply don’t,
I don’t want to be like them.
Let me write something beautiful today.
Let me dream.
I don’t need a drink.
I am normal now.
Let them be.
They hate mirrors.
They stop pursuing themselves.
Then they drink to bring normality.
They buy food and have wailing babies
They work till 9-5,
all gave in, for a dream of stable life,
Friends, Lovers, Acquaintances,
their dreams massacred in broad daylights.
I attend funeral of their dreams,
Almost every weekend, with scotch and vodka
My words are always the letter of condolences to everything.
Cigarettes though, I abhor with reverence.
Bukowski, the crazy old poet once said.
“For beer is continuous blood let it flow.”
so I never leave my glasses full.
Closer
“We will bring people closer than ever, our aim is to connect a billion people. It’s time we use technology to finally shorten distances between us” said the young entrepreneur .
“Can’t come home Mummy, had a press conference. Will come next month. Happy Belated Birthday Mummy 🙂 ” ,he texted proudly.
Spiraled Staircase
that night,
to write,
to wonder
I sat on the spiraled staircase,
waited to spiral down inside
my thoughts,
my past,
my life ,
then I knew
like it has no beginning,
it is never ending
Like words,
and this poem,
*Experimented a bit, Try reading this poem first from the very first line and then from the very last line in reverse order*. Do comment whether good, bad or disgusting 😀
Snow Man
I have tried to find myself
sometimes in the mirror
or the lake
but failed every time
I met a stranger whenever
I tried.
One who is weak
Lost and Misled
but then came the winter
and thus snow
I came out and saw the heavenly whiteness
all around
I took a handful of it
formed balls and tread marks
and finally a snowman
staring at him for long
I felt like crying
I destroyed him and so did myself.
now there is no snowman outside
or inside
just remains the thin ice on the lake
which is going to make the world drown
if give a fucking chance.
Voice
Sometime your voice
makes me skip a heartbeat
and I laugh inside and wonder
is that why
love is called
playing with life?
Writings to Heaven 