The Evening Coffee,
Led Zeppelin for some time,
a day that went wasted again
a night that would devour
bits of me happily ,
till I feel nothing in the
sunny morning , still
be ready for a new day ahead.
But before all this
devour and massacre,
let me scribble a page
or few
as a memoir of the damned nights
I am seeking stars tonight
nor are they looking for me.
No wonder the nights don’t excite me
I wonder are the stars excited?
Every time.
I visit a old friend
when I have enough of this world
we don’t talk,we just smile
for things we have been through,
few laughs.. some cries
and alas we would silently die.
Of all the nights
and the beautiful days
in the thunderstorms
and the cold rains,
I knew somewhere within
we were not meant to be
together , forever
we departed as
the sky and the ocean
only to see each other
destined never to meet
But I still remember you
from a lost evening
when the sky bled red
blues were the only hues
the dogs moaned
and I waited for you
to comeback home.
I see everyone burning,
to dazzle the world,
people burning cash,
people burning fat,
people burning dreams,
just to be accepted,
just to be loved
from someone
sometime,
I find it useless,
to seek someone,
why not seek yourself,
why not burn within
why not dazzle yourself,
who knows
you might start
loving yourself
in between.
They mock the frivolity,
every bit of it that is left
inside each of us
just to make us look mature,
seldom do they know,
this frivolity needs mature minds
to understand and be contained,
It is never easy to neglect the kid inside,
you need a heart to let it play
and a mind to let it sleep.
We are all bubbles,
tiny ascending fragile pieces
surviving in an ocean of life,
fighting for the holy brim,
just to reach there,
but we all would burst someday,
won’t we?
some would untimely
some purposely,
so before striking the brim,
lets not worry about the burst,
it would be a dazzle
when the souls escapes of the bubble,
but let us worry about the ascend
and make it worth it
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 😀
Writings to Heaven 