Distortion Poems

Innocent inside the circle, you reached nowhere. Dirty hands on the knob kept the century locked. Carbon footprints were deepening under the sun, blue bird circling in vain. The jealous moon exiled to black hole. The dust of the brutal

Melting into this monotonous moment The faded clock twists into oblivion Sweet distortion echos, so very potent As I ponder my made decision Choices tangle into my deep dark fate As I deeply dwell on these many past mistakes I

They are treated as mere numbers of human consequence, dotted ubiquitously on the front pages of tabloids and newspapers. They are figures that scatter my article weekly- seemingly just another number that the eyes will so casually scan over. Sometime

It’s not just you, it’s also me. Why ‘s the all world tired of me? I’m not certain of my attitude, That’s the reason for distortion of my gratitude. I’m more random than a dice. It’s just six faced ,

Life is a locked book the first and last pages are filled with ultimate events birth and death but how the other pages are drilled? The one who is born with an ideal aim, tries to fulfill it even if

Have-beens went into fury. Like silkworms, after the shock spinning the myths around them. Then the gossip will turn towards the words, locked in extra sensory awakening. The gametes move in a chasm, needling the pastoral scorn. From the barrel

Nature is Natural. Nature is Wonderful I have never seen anything more beautiful than nature An afternoon breeze expels cold air, Along with the fallen green leaves. The sun hiding beneath the trees, Making my skin warm The music plays

Swing your hips to the sound of music, No, not age or disgrace can stall you! For your youth is not in days, But in the swing and sway of your movement. You move and groove like light ripples, On

Wanted to visit old lanes for a mocking bird. A luminous proxy wanted to play a game. Treachery flees from the trees and settles on the white wings of flying swans. No logarithm will stop to watch the invisible numbers

Choices She just stopped one day, halted and held back, from going to school, My little girl. She sat back And ruminated. halted and held back By a force invisible, Her reasons: immiscible . Whispers and worries, ricocheted back and

Alone I sit in dark and cold, so much around,yet nothing to hold. The light beckons me Urges to see The honest feelings Spent on deceitful dealings. Stumble over a shattered dream and pain that made me scream. Missing are

My conscience has returned from his long journey. Finally, it has not been aware of what happened. My soul was brutally wounded and shattered. What happened to her? She swam right through the sea to the horizon looking for hope

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 wish I was a bumblebee, buzzing around so wild and free. I would yell at everyone I see; Hey you guys look at me. Buzz, buzz, buzz all day long. A stinger the size on my ding-dong. Let some

Mental Illness not just a topic of discussion. A subject that many distance themselves from. As if they will suffer severe repercussion. The true reality of this illness is cast down. Ignored and simply dismissed. Biological and spiritually. This illness

Speed is a very Worrisome thing It can make you cry And it can make you sing It can get you there fast It can win you the race But when blue lights pull you over It’s a slap in

Roses are for the soul, giving peace and poise to one and all. Colours and hues so charming , their enchantment is undeniably heart-warming. ‘Roses’ word full of fragrances, delight to the soul and freshens one’s senses. Awesome flowers having

Love never hurts , it only heals It is a source of eternal joy Love never takes , it only gives It soothes the soul, never annoys When life becomes complex Love doesn’t evaporate When failures come to vex Love

Cows eat grain and grass, Goats, sheep, deer too Eat greens and grass. All creatures eat As per their nature! Alas! Only people are Who go against nature! Whoever violates nature Will have to suffer? Who follows her Will always

Down the drain, down the drain, follow the sand down the drain. His soul woven cloak awaits, scythe in hand, ferry leaving the docks. Crooked steps, cold and blackened breath, take me unto you. One leg in the grave, half

In my dreams are happy endings In my dreams you are standing with me It’s just another fantasy As my life unfolds before me There is a part of you that holds me I’m living in your memory I wish

You look at your reflection and see it disintegrating with every movement; an illusion by time, it appears, to trap you in life’s abyss. Try as you may to hold every grain; blinded by the fickleness of it all, you

There is a life lesson found upon your lips. A secret to life transcendence. No longer consistent to the thought of what happens next. This is the value of your lips. A connection of where dream becomes reality. Curious to

To be free Is to be me Without a care Do I dare? Would I run? To have fun? Would I flee To find me? No commands No demands No rules Away from fools “Don’t take a risk.” “Tsk, tsk,

Poetry evokes feelings, Stimulates thoughtful expressions, Evolving a strange emotion, Of an image in mind. It transforms everything, With a new perspective, A reflection of a photographic sight, In significant verses. Poetry is a pictorial, Imagery of words, Intensely used

I can’t sleep I can’t sleep because I see my life rushing past me And all I do is stare like An orb suspended in space. I can’t sleep Because I make love and feel nothing There is no afterglow

What is the Perfect Love? Is it your love for someone? Or someone’s love for you? Can this Love ever be measured? Or is it only to be treasured? Who loves me the most? Is it my Daddy, my Mommy,

It is but sense to be aesthetic Love and beauty but do appoint To be in love is to be an heretic Both these culminate at one point Love is fire to burn heart and soul One remains but in

So many times it happens that a certain thing becomes a part of our life knowingly, unknowingly, but then that is what makes life interesting and life continues along with the same. So many times, so many things happen in

Listen, it’s New Year, Keralite man. The lamp is lit with the oil of sesame seeds sweet a melody moves in me music that says I am far away, far it says. The flowers, yellow blossoms of gold, placed on

It is not every tear that glitters, Neither is every curse tied to positive tides, But it is only the positive tides that glitter. It is not every damnation that flees, It is not every succumbing dream that prevails, Neither,

lamplight reflection sits in the trees gives eyes to the leaves they watch without blinking there is beauty everywhere an old couple reworking their wills to include their new granddaughter a lay preacher sober since last Sunday enthralled with the

How could someone like you? Ever love someone like me… Well you must be an Angel A miracle sent to me from Heaven above as hard as it Is to believe, just when I had All but given up on

They lie about my looks, That I have horns, an ugly face, scary, That my haven is ever burning screams, burnt flesh, Yuck! I’m beautiful, handsome, all you will ever want, If its wealth, who can outweigh me? Luxurious houses,

Sleepless night Windy outside I counted the stars None is as shiny None as bright As my eyes When they meet yours Short blond hair A look like you don’t care But why did our hearts stop When our eyes

Play a cheerful note Chant a joyful thought Be in love with butterflies With silkworms And the starry skies ….. With beetles With a cockroach song With rivers running all along…. With seas and oceans and the moon With a

In caves of Arabian Desert Lived uncouth people, I assert, One thousand years ago, in seclusion, Within their savage legion. One wondered at the sandy hills Encompassed by vigorous rills, But friendly to those men were they; They loved to

Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.

Since the very first day of my life, I was taught only two words. all my actions and speech, could either calm a person or prick like sword. I was nurtured in a way, that all of it was either

Tilling the Piece of land of his own had a Telling effect on his family as the life they lived was full of happiness and Peace Day and night of sweat and blood that he toiled seemed to him like