Chatting Poems

Would it be okay if I sat here for a while, Maybe we could contemplate together, Others may not notice but I can see your smile, Its sincerity has changed just like the weather. I know you do not know

Time ticks away, Questions pour in Answers flow as crashing waves Against solid rocks The mute sky looks indifferent Is the era of clues over? Smilingly I pretend ease Watching, listening, chatting animatedly One eye on the clock Rhyming with

The wind, sitting on the branch Of the tamarind tree And chatting with the leaves, Was my enemy. When I get fire For the tip of pen In my writing room, He would encroach Through the bars of the window…

In the heavenly abode of dense tropics , lies mighty Ashoka, medicinal Neem and ancient Banyan recounting tales of bygone era , mingling with smiling primrose , naughty berries , listening to roaring lion , chatting cuckoo, all living together

A sea of faces filtering in like a wave of humans causing movement. Noisily chatting about life, with no sense or purpose. Having no insight to gain an education nor goals in life. Journey in this path turned completely unpredictable

Today I realised how lucky I am, So many things we don’t understand, I seen the sad cold look in their eyes, The fact we cared was such a surprise. Some in hostels, some plain to see, The streets were

Heading to the city in a cab, I take a backseat and wave goodbye To my people, to my town I say – wait for my call, wait for my mail When back, I may tell you a tall tale.

A beautiful Morning. I came. He came. Our eyes met. I understood him. He understood me. We fell in love. A beautiful Night.

Oneness of creation Simple observation A disease is there Herbs will care Are you feeling ill? Is your face dull? A medicine plant Flourishes to grant Healing To ease your painful feeling A perfect nature Surrounding you With balance and

Is it so hard to smile? remembering the days of past happy and glorious as the rising sun at dawn Is it so hard to smile? knowing that The Lord is with us blessing every moment of this short life

Without you near me the world is hazy, living without you is nothing short of crazy. Your perspective aids me to see things better, without you life is restricted with many a fetter. Your company beautifies the ambience, star gazing

There’s something about the feeling i get, when i’m lying on my shower floor slumped down, looking at the water travelling down my body as if the water will wash away my identity, my sins and insecurities that it is

Seek illumination from the burning sunrays, Enliven yourself at every phase. Be the one the world comprehends, And keenly dires to blend. Be the guide- create the ride, Trust your flow and set your sails to grow. No looking back,

And when she began to speak I opened her mouth just wide enough to look inside. Stretching her mouth as wide as I could get it without causing pain. I looked around directing her head in the light. Highlighting everything

This poem is dedicated to the twenty one Egyptian martyrs who were kidnapped by the (ISIS) in Libya and slaughtered in cold blood. Their mothers were waiting , their families were crying their souls were sighing they were worried about

When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such. When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,

Nobody likes me, he is such a strange man Nobody likes me, he likes holding my hand Nobody likes me, and I like him too Nobody likes me, what will be of us two? Nobody likes me, we’re so funny

Corpses floating in the river A child slowing dying at the roadside Watching men unload massive sacks of rice She pleaded and cried Gunshots heard in the night Screams for mercy unheard The smell of death filled the air Lifeless

I saw her walking down the long winding road I felt her rustling among the leaves She merrily sprinted on the green-brown branches She felt the moist clouds on her finger tips I felt her running through my veins I

Girl , you just need to be strong Because , may be , he was wrong He left you Because , he never loved you Even though you gave him all of your love He left your heart burning in

A chill rose the morning as the sun danced away While snow chose her fall, — beneath invading gray Frozen for my darling, — a fallen flake she lay Never to drift another, from the heavens in that way Talking

Going backfoot he looked inside himself and felt a breeze on empty stomach. Mother-of-pearl, he was a sand grain in the eye of a storm. He wanted to shut off all beliefs to further the search of truth, be happened,

Freedom means little till it is gone, Be it to live or the right to be born, Freedom determined by a series of letters, More than the absence of shackles and fetters, Freedom is blinded by those who receive, Who

Autumn is our conscience. Vast expanse of blue sky nurses it, white clouds occasionally cover it up, cool air quickly cleans the blockade. Autumn is short lived. It wears peaceful colors. Monk like contemplation wraps it up by logic and

Those barbarous men took all my felicity and killed me with their adze. Each piece of my fragmented heart endured a lot of angst. By defiling a dauntless belle they exalted their brutality. The ferocious act of theirs, brought me

Craving though strong but unable to discern Await relevant pointer a call for what I yearn Inconceivable as of now with time guess resolve A purpose to existence and culpability absolve Bestowed while ample still something’s amiss Nagging at the

The forensic experts came this morning With their dusters, blades and little poly bags They searched what was left of his heart And found traces of sympathy Carelessly scattered around its chambers By the sweet maid Who made his bed

As The River flows – my life completes itself.. An enlightened tryst with the almighty, Created by destiny, I was born To flow like a never ending river A tough undefined journey, quintessentially alone The Himalayas promised me the purity

Big fluffy clouds, Like cotton wool shrouds. Floating silent and free, Way up high, above me. A dog or a lion, A bear or a bird. A young child’s imagery, A floating menagerie. All too soon, they are gone, Never

Your appearance was so subtle and sweet So much so that I didn’t notice you Until April 2nd You were but a flutter in my stomach, The caterpillar before the butterfly. The doctor said you were blooming Beautifully. That’s why

“Her eyes, they said, sparkled like the stars, Her merry laughter, they said, could be heard from afar. Her hair, they said, fell in dark brown curls, She was the prettiest amongst even the prettiest of girls. Her smile, they

In the absence of a consenting moon half my night was in disarray, the density of poems was draining out the grape wine from the eyes. This amphitheater of your life: where you are spectator and you are a player,

…but walk beside me & be my friend, with lifted chin, we’re bound to win, let’s hold hands tight, with all our might against this fight, don’t lose sight, because we’ll be more than just alright. let’s fulfil our dreams,

We the highest of God’s creation we the knower of many, the holders of the eternal flame of knowledge. Universe still unrolling its sacred secrets. is it this pride which made us blind? so blind that no light permeates our

I witnessed the death of the universe… Tumbling, crushing, spinning in the maddening chaos of the spiral Time! Eternity… ceased to exist, Time… was no more, my soul ripped asunder the stars… show no more! Pleading internally I succumb my

Our friend Bob The Bun, just loved to have fun and exciting adventures galore, he’d laugh all day and jump and play and roll around on the floor. Its a very rare sight to see a bun take flight but

Greenness in the upward horizon with the twinkling lights in the farthest sky Blue moving and merging with purple specks between Stonehenge left standing from ancient times. My thinking of this back to travel standing within the pillars, a sense

Feels like not to give you more pain; As you already have a lot of pain. Want to let you go; With a feeling that you will be happy wherever you go. Feels like to pressurize you a lot; This

If My Face Was Deform, Would You Say, That I Was Ugly? If I Was A Little Over Weight, Could You Still See My Beauty? Does Beauty Have Anything To Do With My Complexion? Can Beauty Get Me A Job,

There’s no one to talk to, Nobody understands, Nobody feels like you do, You need a helping hand. No matter how you feel, There’s always someone there, Someone to help you heal, Someone who really cares. You feel the world’s