Does my scrawl Figure on your scrollDo my verseTravel across to your universeI wonderAnd when it doesDoes your eyes lingerAnd stop the fidgety fingerDo the words penetrateDoes your heart resonateI wonderAnd if it doesThere must be a signThat creates the perfect rhymeOf the song in meEchoing in youAs I scrawlI wonder… Claps are the fuelForContinue reading “Let the claps go on”
Category Archives: Poem
All, that is me
There is good in me That peeks and yearns to be seen There is bad in me That seeks To cast shadow on the screen It’s not that the good, is what is me And the bad, is not me It’s just that what I choose to keep, Is all that is Me
Dark night that walks
There is a dark skyThat walksAcross the scatteringOf Little sparksThen in time it turnsTo the bright blue sideIn keeping, with the pattern,That It must abideIn many such cyclesTravels forward the timeIn its ashes, soon forgottenIs all that I adored as mineAnd then when the urn is filledUp to the brim, piles up the grimeIt wouldContinue reading “Dark night that walks”
Sinful rhyme
Does it need to Rhyme And if does Is it sinful crime?
Hope, Despair, Faith
Hopeis not knowingYet wishingDespair Is not knowingand not believingFaithIs knowingand believing
Silent, muffled, shout
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”
My Tales Within 