Sitting in a coffee house
seeing you read
I am drawn for a attention
for the surreal eyes I see
But the heart sinks in
and time passes by
weakly joined pieces give a cry
lets not try
lets not try.
Tag Archives: Poems
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?
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.
Cloud
White patches on the sky blue
how you float I never knew
chased you as a kid long back ago
thinking how it feels to be like you
to simply float and drizzle away
to look beautiful all the day
I wish I was a cloud beautiful and new
would travel the world seeing every view
but then one day I saw you dark and full of thunders
it frightened me beyond all wonders
to see thunders pierce your heart apart
I vowed that day to never start.
Now I feel we all are clouds
drifting away from the life blue
all wanting to drizzle around somehow
well me.. just want to enjoy the view
Solitude
Most of the times
having a view outside the window
of my Flight/Train gives me more insights and flashbacks of my life
than
all the self help books combined ever did
Writings to Heaven 