Amateur Poems

Everyone has a wish so that of mine, To make our love eternal till the end of time. Oh! if only i were the breeze and she inhaled everything of mine, i would graved inside her forever, till the end

Poems. They love. They fight. They can keep you up all night. They know what you think. They laugh, smile and wink. They stand by you, they heal. They know how you feel. Now touch a poem and see it

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

When young folks still in college try to find The hottest and best paying growth career But they’ve no conscience, and a clever mind, The experts would suggest they monger fear. You find folk’s fears, then focus on a few:

He and I (a subtle amateur attempt at understanding Narcissism) He loved himself and I loved him He believed he was superior and I was happy to be his shadow He wanted all the attention and I always showered it

Hardly does anything trespass through the intricate niches of delirium, A shout practically hovers around in oblivion and a morning yell is supposed to be suppressed in the enthusiastic turbulence of dark whirl Darker emotions have to be admitted and

Today’s pandora box is possessed, spirits within are legion, living bogeys are numerous, ever so often drunk, every day pandora hypnotizes followers, 24/7 pandora mesmerizes- adherents- making billions addicted to vacuum tube. Ancient gods- mild or ferocious- pandora has rebranded,

I am consumed with leaving one foot in the door and a portion of my brain the size of a doubled walnut begins to perform calculations how long a stay means eagerness how long obligation how long politeness how long

I opened my eyes upon the world My tiny fingers were tightly curled My eyes saw the brightness and quickly closed Sounds all around me filled my ears unopposed I opened my mouth and let out a cry As hands

lucky are those women, who are married to someone they love. lucky are those women, who are free to be themselves lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE SPECIAL lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE

My simple yet complicated Today is done for the day I did witness intricate plots, Impromptu visits, marathons, And deep inhales and exhales To not breathe out the anger Irritations, dislikes and disturbances I lay wrapped in my cloth of

Will you walk with me on the banks of a silent and invisible river? Not paleowater eating the earth but a collider, flowing in conscience. One more dip with epidural to stay away from awakening, to start climbing on the

You are the city by my side I am the flowing river I have came to you stepping down from mountains I have to mingle in a huge sea Even more huge than you At times I was tied by

My Contingency Measure in case of…Armageddon Aisle putt ta ma head but tween these skinny legs and kiss thine braying ass good-bye asper ma person, thine gluteus maximus a boot the size of a hand held palm pilot cell phone,

Fizzle I feel, is this for real? Could it be a little weird, hope it will soon be cleared. Not sure if you feel the same, don’t know who to blame, is it you or me good at playing palpable

Oh, my husband, he is too soft, giving everything, I ask, but not trusting me, keeping all savings, himself, And asks, “what is money for, am giving all that you need”; That’s not right, am wounded and so, don’t like

Spring time and rain blooming of flowers purple haze of a storm on the horizon gray is mixed above the cloudline memories of you and me becoming one as A Storm of Fire passion melting like fervent heat butterflies in

Let me sail across the seas to her land, Or let me fly on clouds that hover over her. Let me drive through the winds that carry her voice, Or let me breathe her scent in the breeze. Let me

I tried mending broken glass and then asked myself why me.. I tried making grass greener on my barren fence and then asked myself why me.. I tried sowing the same plant when it was already dead and then asked

Poignant dreams chased by fictitious self; Serendipity of mind breaking the veneer of heart Vainful self once taking a back seat; Though not for long But the veracious sun does smile through Minuscule though it may be to me; Shallow

Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become

One minute, I took a deep breath. Two minutes, I move my head left and right. Three minutes, I began closing my eyes. Four minutes, I started thinking of all your lies. Five minutes, tears falling down my face. Six

I move mechanically on concrete roads Puzzled surrounding, locked in codes Straight faces, scanning smoke Lifeless existence, a solemn joke. Just then something knocks my brain A figure holding umbrella, when there’s no rain Peace struck shape, no layers of

Explosions rocked Manchester Arena after finale of Ariana Grande concert where just moment before avid fans of this idol did cavort and flirt shattering poignant moments, when one than another attendant did amidst helter skelter yell and blurt now treasured

Thought shook through me thrilled with a sense of poignant pictures came thronging in panic haste tinsel glitter of empty titles thrilled by fresh and indescribable odors through a cycle of many ages endless and labyrinthine sentences thrilled to the

Chanrashekhar working in an Advocate’s chamber One room insufficient, two are in possession there He jumps from one room to another for nothing Starts talk to clients in one wing, completes in other wing There where the very client is

Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.

Looking back, At the times we left behind, I always wish, I would never have been so blind… The smile I carried, Which I brought upon your face, We didn’t know the importance, We walked a slow pace. A land

Like a quivering leaf climbing unreachable thighs of a cloud in naked shelter of sun. I lament the fall of a colossus who would not live in a glass house. Ash smeared on face a name walks on the book

A dream what is that exactly, a reason to live, love, laugh, follow your heart. His heart, her heart, your heart, my heart, their hearts even our own hearts, from that first newborn smack on our baby bottoms, to wail

It is most just and so fair And not just any scrap of square. For gentle lady and kind Sir Need this linen to leave and stir. Her flowing sari is draped perfectly The blouse contrasts most fittingly. Her hair

Two faces the world has, filled with pretensions, brimmed with affectations. It is difficult to discern fake or real A smile stuck on every lip; whether con or genuine – Arduous to fathom. A veil as if to hide the

What if I could retrace my steps Back to my painful, dreadful past? I have made it a curse and hell Due to my own sheer folly and Unavoidable vice that placed My life at the footsteps of doom. I

Desperate to be well My guts were manufacturing Barbed wire and I could feel Every yank of the sibling strands Grating of their braiding Bite of each marital point As the barbs were pinched Onto the endless line. Later, on

Helter skelter in vain he tries. The guilt, the angst he ever denies. A chimp in a suit will he realize? Lost and jaded any surprise?

He saw things in a way that others did not, he was the only one that saw my dreams differently, I became beautiful with the light of his smiling eyes. There my soul drifted render in angle to give the

I longed for a love that I thought I would never find. Seeking this love from my parents; but they both were blind. See the kind of love I was looking for came from the four children I bared. They

Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished

I wish I was, A part of your lie… I wish we were, Together tonight…. In your ignorance, To somewhere you fly… Never changing, Always ready for fight… Loneliness engulfed me here, Though you kept in touch.. Hope awaits but

Who do I love the most? the imaginary picture of Jack Frost the king of pop or the one girl who let me chat with her lap top the millionaire of the town the lady who coloured my hair coffee