Detachment Poems

Surrounded I was by many, many moaning hearts, My heart, I felt for the last time, blurred vision, sound echoing from far, Black satin with milky lace they decorated the case, I felt like a queen again in white purest

The door closes behind me with a snap. My footsteps echo strangely on the street’s pavement. I feel the urge to go back. A pale sun is struggling hard to escape the cloud’s clutches. The smell of incense covers the

You are not the same You writhe in pain from limitless loss Eyes fixed on an untouchable point Thoughts have unrecognizable voices Happiness suffocates beneath an iced over pond Please come to the surface….breathe again But no answer from pink

Sadness mostly breaks upon the horizon it slips into its coma unless you awaken it with a light you carry it like a dead weight a burden inside you. push it all you might but sadness comes again. Let me

She steps into the world UNwanted As a child She can’t differentiate herself from Boys On her Teens shyness creep in and she distances from adolescent boys On crossing the Teens maturity dawns in and dreams of an appropriate life

A peasant They called me a peasant Because I go to bed hungry Not just one night Not two nights Not Three nights But night after night after night They called me a peasant Because I seek food From the

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

I was not indifferent to graffiti but oracle was telling a different story of embellished arms race about the mathematics of terror. Less comprehensible I presume. But who was transparent and simple today. A wisp was rising among the hills.

up and up until the rugged horizon smoothes to a line then a curve stars shine at midday bending on the uppermost leaf of this tallest tree a man might faint might frighten and fall dead before he met the

Like a fallen angel am I Unloved and unwanted Distressed and disturbed of heart Unable to die and too pained to live. I exist like the walking dead In the realm of the living Waiting for that elusive grace For

Hatred has grown above our heads Oceans have thrown all from the beds All greens have surpassed over reds Winds and rains have thrown all sheds Humans can be seen in their real faces Animality is out in real shape

EAR Ear is meant to hear On hearing Romantic tunes Ear tunes the heart On hearing nice words Ear soothes the mind On hearing soft voice Ear brightens the eyes On hearing appreciative words Ear brightens the mood On hearing

There’s this guy I once knew In the midst of darkness I saw The love we shared just flew How I wish I had chosen you. The story of us isn’t fair It vanished like bubbles in the air The

I am supposed to be sick, but I am in office, I am supposed to be working then, but I am goofing away my time, reading a whole lot of stuff that folks have written. And trust me some of

Her mere name piercing through my Ear Sets my heart beat to the rhythmic romantic tunes Needless to say my life has completely taken a U turn for Good ever since my intrusion into the mystique and fantasy filled romantic

In the spare room again after homework flat on my back headphones on my ears drumming the air in a flashlit arena nonspecific screaming from adoring fans then the splash of cold water the lights come on your unshaven face

Something left unsaid The deepest part of the sea I see a shadow From the depths of a struggle I can not live but its hard to die Flames are burning my soul From my lips the words now flow

Well and what is it I see in your eyes… Is it love or is it desire… What is it that keeps us from giving? Into the fire, is it the fear of getting? What you want then not wanting

Moments of blur, moments of clarity, Moments of us, moments of rarity… It’s the illusion of reality we call life, when it really is just a metaphorical rife… I see us together, yet far apart. Maybe it’s the agony of

Dreams. They could have been of concrete. Of bricks, with the mortar of motivation holding them together. They were once. But now, they are a deck of cards. A house of cards as a child would make in his spare

Lives have been lived by millions of people that have been forgotten or worse never known. People that walked our world, looked at the same sun, the same moon that we see today. Lived lives, had families, lost loved ones,

I can wait patiently enough, Although it is extremely tough, I can wait patiently enough, For your answer. Subtle though, my love Is not a flower Which will wither away, With every passing day. It has the power To sustain

It’s kind of odd All the same a tad bit sad too Crossing the paths again After an unceremonious and Perhaps acrimonious end to all of it. Eyes, once sparkles at seeing me were As dead as that of a

I’ve got these friends called Sree and Pri They always make me Tulsi green tea A technical wizard that is Sree His yogi looks Deceive even me Always connected and never offline Sree always somehow Finds the time Meanwhile Pri

You’re my sweet endearing child Fragile and lovely to stare at You gave me a reason to live Smiles and hopes were brought in to me. Every day is a new enjoyable chapter Looking forward to be the best father

Standing on a beam, shrine: holding a black dawn, my phoenix roving on dark river. The bell still clangs; I hear the footsteps. A weird thought spreads out on peripherals, makes holes, the undone communiqué of a war between knuckles;

Step aside. The white flowing mane was going to become the adrenaline. Fear of silence was turning into a green wound. The dissenting life-blood has vandalized the moon. There was a provocation from the black stars. The leopard was ready

Guilt is a mermaid picking strawberries at a grocery shop You think you see it there But you are the only one And you are allergic to strawberries. Guilt is an armour you tragically fall into As soon as you

Much time has passed, now and then When incited by your furtive glance I asked myself for the first time Was this that one stroke of chance? Much time has passed, now and then When I dared to hold your

It started as an emotion Started seeking attention Growing in proportions Filled with dedication Changed to a feeling Which was appealing Made life compelling As she started believing Progressed to friendship Which felt like kinship And a good partnership With

Dreaming autumn night is really an Unspeakable pleasure; he knows it. Therefore when dusk settles on earth Inviting blinking stars to showcase Their tiny births; when coy crickets Being too cold in season’s first dews, That drip from the cold

A life exists in the womb of Mother, Only pioneer of life, can’t be any other. After 9 months, she writhes in pain, And a new life world gains. Soon Mother’s pain dampens, And smiles surrounds thus, Happiness Happens. Crawling

Girl, you’re beautiful can I call you ebony? you’re a black queen I got to see. I’m so into you, digging your regal body you have me tripin on your curves simply. I want to explore your mind in ways

You spoke muted words Of empty togetherness; A divided union through a weak connection signaled through the ruffled air, brought messages to her memory still fresh; Only a few of them spoke to the emptiness lost in the silence and

The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder gently and said: “Clouds will talk to you now” I turned around, looked up at the sky and drops filled my eyes. Daily I was drinking hemlock to understand my ignorance of

When I awake you’re on my mind . No other subject I can find. When I see you I can’t help but smile. Wanna be by your side all awhile. Weak in the knees I come through. I see it

That impish sparkle in your eyes I lower mine Feeling oddly shy The creases on your cheeks With every smile Bringing a blush To mine Your name Suddenly a constant In my words Savouring its taste On my lips Your

A new planet was taking birth. Stem cells were coming out of obedience to carnality. For resuscitation, from kiss of death faith was at its best, in its witchcraft. Complete blood count failed, to diagnose the strange madness. It was

We are here. Of that there seems little doubt. Why, or how there seems much doubt. Some say it’s due to the divine. That, to me seems like a punt. Humans have always used gods/god to explain the unexplainable. Gods

Hope and dreams Fill Schemes. Slippery as soap Both dreams and hope. My dreams have seen The things that might have been. The sweat it seems Is a part of my dreams. I sit by the streams With moonlight dreams.