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

My love touches no shivers down my spine. Inside her eyes I see no glint of sun; Not one tomorrow waited there in line. Her ways befit that of a disguised nun; Or she could be a rose, a briar

Sometimes it seems like life rushes by No time to laugh, no time to cry Good times come, bad times go We’ve learned to love, and we’ve learned to grow My friends and I have become as one But when

That’s it. I am never ever, ever, ever going out Ever again! Never. Why am I so awkward? Oh god everyone is laughing! Why me? A scarlet shade of shame If I cover my cheeks they’ll know I’m blushing. If

Birth is possible only on union of couple Fossils grow only in mother’s womb An infant sucks only the mother’s milk Boats can sail only on water Vehicles can move only on land Living beings can walk only on breathing

They arrived through the morning post The father, son, and the holy ghost They raised their flag. I raised a toast To all the wretched sinking souls And so we built our little church A little store to peddle hope

I am often so attracted, Mesmerized and enchanted, Having watched pretty things, With magic in their wings, Flying at human height, Touching eyes like a light, Getting inside very deep, With a pleasant soul peep, Then my eyes smile, Making

I love scribbling on bits of paper Its like I let go of emotions… One after the other. Hold all those pieces in my palms, And throw them all over the place I was sleepless last night Amidst the emotions

Douglas the dog was a cute little chap with a nice blue collar and spots on his back, with his puppy dog eyes he would make you smile and give him a hug every once in a while. He was

Chizzie, Your magical kiss electrifies my poor Soul, it soothes my dry tongue with your salivary honey, it satisfies my innate needs like money earnestly sought for to meet every set goal listed in a schedule of a lifetime’s needs.

Did you ever try To understand my lips on cozy darks of warms days of February. Your lips descended, to the salivary blast that my glands made. To feed you. For the night. And my lips as wet as yours

Endless search false starts hope lives on through broken hearts fate will tease gives a peek grabs it back a cruel streak Illusion perhaps a dreamer’s mind a fairy tale you’ll never find or even worse unrequited disenchanted hurt and

Does the society know my stand? I am not with a price tag to be sold to a man. I work everyday till the sky is red, till the earth turns black and the sound is dead. Why me? My

How can I Hope to fly If I’m shy ‘Bout The Try? “Do or die” Choose to try Lose will I Without The Try. And if I Buy the lie “Pointless to try” Dreams will fly Out of sight. Far

I feel the pain come over me, I wonder what I have done for this to be You lived, a life of sadness Leading you to do what you thought was best Why did it happen to you, I still

Give me the eyes of the spirit That I may see what can never be seen by Him That I may tell him that I see That I may have a vision of the future. Give me the ears of

I heard about a lost island once. The sea-god had taken it back. Yes, I’ve heard that story too. They are taking us to the east This time, by sea and by land, To the land of many a wonders!

Let’s not go, let’s not reach anywhere. The toenails have started digging in the earth, to make peace with the distress response of the bruised hunger for transactional surrender. And the surrogate mother will abandon the child for the father

I ventured to find within myself for years long, I looked deep into the abyss of my darkened heart In search of “The Soul”, The biggest puzzle of my life! I struggled to know the one who’s there Hidden under

Hello Santa, do you remember me, I wrote you a letter last year, I’ve been the good girl I promised I’d be, Even though it may not always appear. I tried so hard never to cry, When I didn’t get

Like I want to erase the fear before I light a remote fire in the blue veins. Actually this was the crisis of self pride in manic depression seeking the anonymity of toes tracing the footpath. Becoming a paper-boat in

Hatred, anguish, and revenge resonate- through my soul amalgamate- with my reasons to keep going. Deceit has a stench so placid- even before interests and stalemate. Should I withdraw or keep charging? A pawn is a bait- with little leverage

When I first saw you, I shivered. My heart stopped beating, My eyes forgot to blink. With you, Life is nothing But beautiful! Days are full of dreams. And nights sleepless. I wish to see you, While on roads, 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

Nostalgia and memories dreams and reveries The undying hopes overflowing joy from the eyes Silent hug or a kiss of a child a stroll in the wild Tying tiny bud to a daughter’s braid soothing your son that scars and

There is someone who comforts her each day, stays with her till her tears go away. Makes her laugh even in her worst mood, never cares about her being rude. He holds her hand in the darkest night, never ever

Like a butterfly pinned in a collage, fluttering. Death makes a deal. I was appalled standing on the edge watching the withering body. The lake drowns me. Seagulls were waiting for a renaissance. It is not even midsummer. The planting

There is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs beneath its ground, but a quiet and

He looks like he could use a friend Every time I see him he always looks in A sad, sad way. Well I try to talk to him but the kinda Hard to talk to. How do I tell him

I would be unhappy if I foolishly thought you loved me I know you do not Love is not love if not found in intention and motive but only in words as the latter gets carried out in action and

Your mane frolics, As wind rushes by, With hooves of wonder, As if it were to fly. Behold! A Beauty so, Equine! And a Beauty so, Divine! O’er the lush green, Under the brilliant skies, Through the hollow woods, Thy

Every memory of you, every feeling you made me feel, is so very precious and so very real, hidden are my secrets, hidden are my joys, nothing can bring them back so today I avoid, run away, run away that’s

I’m alive though all the years of abuse, but I’ve not been able to truly “LIVE” because my head is full of fog, confused and don’t know who I am. Suffering from anxiety and depression. I live in a prison,

Mother, they said I would find you if I looked deep in my heart – an image of love I shall see there that glows in its ramparts. So I looked behind all the walls upon which the drums did

The breeze fills in the vessel of wound with toxic molecules. And submerges it in the burning Ganges of fuel. The magma pumps the pain up the brain. The heart is pulped by the lava of strain. The magnet cannot

You’re inside a reality as dripped by Jackson Pollack everything guided, everything only seeming accidental. Straight lines eaten by curves and color as a sense of inevitability. Somehow it turns out as thousands of interlocking narratives, never a single start