In a sky infinite
or the seas too deep
I have a urge to lose myself
to let my heart sleep
when the sky bursts in thunder
and the seas conjures waves
I would rise unscathed
awake and brave.
Category Archives: Poetry
Answer
When the kid inside you
asks how it’s like to be an adult?
how does it feel to be organised
when your inside is full of chaos
to work and not feel overjoyed
but still being hammered to do it
how does it feel to ignore the colors
when you want to drown in them
to see someone dance like no one is watching
and you are afraid to join because of shame
how does it feel to be keep me caged
when you heart is same like me
but the head tells you to ignore.
Can you Listen?
In the drops of rain
and the wind that blows
in the bees humming around you
can you listen ?
In the tears of a kid
and a dog that moans
in the pigeons that fly
can you listen?
In the heart that beats
and whispers of the night
in the dreams that were murdered
can you listen?
In the life that goes
and the life that is left
in the time that remains
can you listen?
In the voice unheard
and the voice rejected
in the regrets if not listening
can you listen?
Ordinary
In a moment of madness
he burned his diary
his thoughts, his poems
his life was burning to ashes.
Inside he laughed thinking of
days to come.
when there would be no calling
in his heart to write.
No nights spent asking himself his worth
Failure didn’t made him a loser
It just made him forget that he wasn’t ordinary.
Grandeur
Grandeur of her beauty creates delusions
be it any time of the day
her eyes , her hair and her smell
hit me more than a shot of scotch
but I don’t fight it back
I can’t.
I wouldn’t.
Because some addictions are meant to suffered
but never to understand.
Travel
In a quest to outshine the darkness
the sun decided to travel,
to galaxies so far away
whom no ever dared to unravel.
But during the path it decided to stop
after seeing a beautiful thing
a planet that looks blue and lively
floating in a dead sink
From years to come and years to go
both craved for each other’s attention
so they decided to roamed around in each other’s aura
till their untimely end
a travel turned into a tale
others say into a phenomenon
let’s pack our bags and go away
in search of our such dimension.
Writings to Heaven 