Ailment Poems

Half-buried in a mud pit, a polluter bares all, body and soul. Hands bound, ready to be stoned to death. A god was going to kill a god. A dense judgement of planet green of an unreliable sun scribbling a

Life, at times, is full of irony, People talk roses but their deeds reap weeds.. Oh yeah! On one hand they pretend to be mascot of peace, On the other hand they don’t hesitate to suffocate anyone else’s speech. On

The burial ground should not be a place of buried treasures The bodies of the deceased are all that should be found there We brought nothing into this world, and nothing should go out Blessed are we who die in

Crossing the hate walls, turning up the severed moon in stunning landscape, you scatter the rose petals on ice. One day I will find your frozen footsteps of self-denial. Now he has made the lines of stem cells free for

I also want to see how the moon smiles when the moonlit walks and twinkling stars bath in it I also want to see the mysterious blue sky where everyone wants to fly and kiss its divine lips I also

Ridiculous, ridiculum, ridiculi, Everything that lives must suffer and die. Ridiculous, ridiculum, ridiculi, You can’t live forever so why even try. Don’t give it away though, Don’t let them take it from you either. Don’t really even mind going, Just

You, whom I’ve never seen but always felt from so very near, who are you? the unseen- the unknown- in sync with my eyes you appear and disappear. When I am in pain you come again, and gently stroke my

Tonight, a night under a blue moon, still alive, not dead, let me read, all unread, let me write, all unwritten, let me see, all unseen, let me show, shown not ye, let me do, done not yet, let me

There’s an angel that lives in the sky He has strong black wings And knowing eyes He comes to the earth to capture souls He shows no mercy He takes both young and old There’s another angel that lives in

I drift by through life letting not its stones hurt me I indulge myself in daydreams by wrapping myself in a cloud of soft memories. I take a book, a mug of coffee Sit in the rain listening to melodies

How can this happen, this horrible thing Beyond comprehension, my mouth covered, My eyes frozen, in horrified stillness. Surely a person could not do this, Could not be this cruel. A fire rose swiftly in my heart. My hand clinched

Dewdrops fall on to my window on a bright morning, bringing the memories of you, the days we had, the many sunlit days, the time we spent together, leaving a small tear of happiness behind, which is the memory I

On a cloudy rainy day, In a maroon shirt Off white trousers, Tightly fit, She was chasing a rainbow, And the clouds were laughing, But she was not afraid, A rainbow was in her hands, A rainbow of dreams, In

There is this smile again, The curve I never thought I would gain. This feeling of being thrown off a cliff, Worth taking the risk. There is this pain again, Trying to make you happy but in vain. This feeling

The signs are loud and clear, The time is now near. Perhaps it’s not the worse to hear, In a while I’m gonna disappear. It’s not out of fear, ‘Coz I can no longer bear. The goodbyes are sad they

The air was thin, while the room was hot, My eyes scanning, spotting the warm glow of a dress, She whizzed and whirled, her youthful gait attendant to my plot, Two legs in unison, eyes like gilded jewels, breasts like

I think I am falling in love with him. I love you. I was in love with you. Is this love going to last for long? Old couples in love. You are miles away but I still love you. Do

Let peace prevail and human love not fail, to make this earth a heaven by killing every demon, that we may have inside us and let love drive us to a place full of serenity truthfulness and honesty.

I told her that I have my flaws and you do too but every morning my first thought is you. We’ve seen many storms and got through them together. No matter if I caused them or you did we always

I guess the first real cuts were more than they needed to be the number of times I’d twirled the blade constructing stillborn balsa skeletons, stegosauri and plesiosaurs always amputating a rib or femur by accident, preferring to leave them

Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be I can not be the poison and the remedy The voices I hear are not in my head I hear the words as if they’ve been said. Horrific thoughts I

When morose cloud mourns why it showers heavy rains it sheds tears of melancholy to me why it hurts and pains when the uncle sun is furious why it excretes red fireballs its heat scorches all creators every one prays

Sitting in a car park Staring at the rains Musing in a car park Counting all my pains Observing the world As it passes me by Watching it go Through warm sleepy eyes Moments slip by As we leave them

When you wanted to give him the best of all this world could ever give, He crumbled all your trust and promises, With your eyes facing down to earth, You decided to live. From the day he left you, With

It just took only one look to all cook on Facebook. That they’re all shook. Life is a chess game so I retook what they took just my rook. This ain’t fair how I’m the one on welfare. And in

Bring me no more ambrosia, please, no more, Nor fill my cup, with sweet nectar to drink, Of Graces’ dances, spare me no encore, And Muses’ songs next time, not now, I think; Tell Apollo to mute his lyre today,

As mom lays me down to sleep. I Don’t pray to god because me he cant keep. I fear the shadow and ice cold reap. For he is here to take my hand. I will not live to become a

Focused on burgundy palms as the age blinks, you start distressing on a unipolar pinnacle, biting the nails. The road absorbs the horizon. Perched on a controversial tree the birds break into small events to reach the grass roots. A

Though almost our eleventh hour, Though its our darkest hour, Before the sun shines, There must be darkness Before we hear the chirping birds Or the see the beauty dawn, Its after coldest hour That we may see the light

Life is not a limited bound …. life lies under the ocean of tears, after the phase of fears . There is much beyound complaining , there is so much left to do beside just saying . Leaving behind the

You could say that some people are a diverse beverage of preferences; some are mixed, some are stirred, and others are even shaken. Your dad’s anger reminds you of a mixed coke and rum, but his passion reminds you of

For in all that foraging, through the minds eye To kindle the peace; to wounds You might try to placate With words, in that private high. To some, you would care With their souls laid bare And their supplicants made

She went with the breeze,didn’t care what people teased. Narked,she told them please,just mind your own debris. Soaring like an eagle,she showed people her regal. They were filled with envy,but she was as happy as can be. Praising the lord

Love is a nicotine, hurts but, it’s mine. The angry pulse feels like a needle tussle, ain’t no relief, drunk in your memory old monk. Blood rushing in cold, as the moment unfolds, Mind, all numb, noise of the silent

Sitting besides the window , I watched the gloomy cumulus clouds Above the rolling hills. Suddenly, a gush of wind entered Through the open widow. The sun which tried to make its appearance Through the dark and thick clouds, Hid

“Who thinks tempests dance too quickly?” Asked the Master, moustache thickly Brimming, bristling with indignation, “Consign the lepers to damnation! None may tarry here who can’t Wield a terror so puissant That all the diseased vermin flee In the dread

Inheriting the dust of street something of a lofty ideal in politics of poverty, I want to get back to my native moon.There are too much wounds here. My green blessings came from the dark. Sun was altering the geometry

Night melts into tears, day sums up the pain. A fear stalks the flute, and darkness falls on the drapes. I was lake, and I was sun. I held you on to my breast. give me your fangs, and give

On a rock near the lake Sitting silently I was Dangling my feet in Waters, disturbing it Just for pleasure’s sake. Seeing terrified fish I felt an urge to muse What right I have to My liberty’s misuse? Shivering stars

O pink horse, O timeless sun, run on my body, run. Black magic had pierced the needles into my heart. Lying on nails to wrest a superearth from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised ethos of my native conscience –