Poem – Page 5 – My Tales Within

Hope, Despair, Faith

Hopeis not knowingYet wishingDespair Is not knowingand not believingFaithIs knowingand believing

What should I wearTo hide myselfIsn’t the skin enough?It keeps me wrapped up EncasedEntrapped What should I wearto save myself Isn’t this tough hide enough?It keeps me protectedArmoured CocoonedWhat should I wear to be accepted Isn’t this colour correct?It keeps me camouflaged UniformBlendedWhat should I sayTo be heardIsn’t the scream loud?It keeps me in tuneSilentMuffledYetContinue reading “Silent, muffled, shout”

River of Time

What are you most worried about for the future? What’s tomorrow now Will be the Today, tomorrow I am hopeful now I should be happy tomorrow What it would bring Tomorrow only knows It’s for me to dream today Reality, god only knows I am just a flow Through the river of time I amContinue reading “River of Time”

The three of us

There is always The three of us You, me and us It’s the us That I love the most

Sleeping eyes

Sleeping eyes Rest On trustful shoulders Careful bosom Breathing Rhythmically to rock the weary head Heartbeats Patting the cheeks Caressing hands Imitating the breeze All the while Time Stays still Unmoving Lest it wakes up The sleeping eyes

All that it means to me

They are back Filling the empty house voices invading the silence Flurry of activities Edging on the chaotic And yet the cacophony has a calmness Like a breezy music On a sunny day Alongside a gushing stream I just watch And I sit and wonder If it makes sense Yet it holds All that meansContinue reading “All that it means to me”

I am fascinated by the sky

I am fascinated by the sky It play out a show Every evening without a fail With the sun as an accomplice And the clouds too Both white and dark In equal measure Creating random patterns Like a kaleidoscope and tiles of colourful glasses Random in form to hide the artist Casual and coincidental toContinue reading “I am fascinated by the sky”

The rain

Sometime I just sit Watch the rain Wet the sky Night Me 5-4-3-2-1 syllables I don’t know if it’s a form A form that’s got a name But it sounded good And so it’s poetry It’s sounded like one for me At least 😊

I turned. And she wasn’t there

I turnedAnd she wasn’t thereSleep brokeDream interrupted I turnedAnd she wasn’t there I walked too quick Kicking up the dustI turnedAnd she wasn’t thereWind blewTapping my shoulderI turnedBut she wasn’t there I waited For the next dayThe world turnedYet she wasn’t thereClosing my eyesI saw herIn me forever She was always there

In the clouds, there is no boundary

Far above the cloudsThere lies no boundaryDown where the shadow travelsThe bind remains same, but the rule changesFlying as a speck in the skyThere is just the wind and sunshineDown where lies the fissuresMeaning remains same, but the sound changesFlying far above the din Blue sphere floats sereneDown below in the flat landSunshine remains, butContinue reading “In the clouds, there is no boundary”