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 ,

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I know I bring you satisfaction. Mad but you’re masking. Packed? I’m unpacking. You want to leave. Best believe it won’t happen. Hold on Ma. Let’s breathe and work backwards. What is the battle worth? Your tears coming after words.

I walked the street which I found to be lonely On the mid I came to know that I was one and only I traveled the path which was away from sorrow But on the Mid I noticed that the

She sacrificed her life , She alone saved those 359 lives . As fear gave her courage , Her inner soul was encouraged . She stood firm , when the time was hard . She never decided to step back

Nothing like you I had ever met… The crowning star after sunset… Like unsung silence of wood… Crushed through dove hood… Love is not happiness to survive… It is more than sweet realities of bee hive… Sting is poisonous only

The ocean of emotions, Are like the waves, Kissing the shore, With the tides returning, To bring back the feelings, Long lost and forgotten. Rolling like the waves, And dancing in sheer bliss, As they overlap the other, Rippling in

Here… is absence of stained glass, glistening crosses, eternal sacrifice, No candles to reflect into, wine nor wafer passed, ornate altars, inspiring Psalms… All in distant cathedral. Naked truths speak to this heart.. embraced within whispering green forests, within sacred

we have a clean white bed, slept late, a shock to break the ritual. a treat on a major scale. probably ten. I think I may like to travel to small places, old and full of history. deep aged fabrics

DREAM Ambling on beach in dark when the lake laps at the feet. Sometimes I wish to walk away on the water like a dragonfly. MORNING Trying to figure out what happened? Lake Huron went into flames! MOONLIGHT Up, above

Eyes filled with tears of blood, Slow stream flows down my warm cheek, When I drag the blade across my wrist, A moment of bliss where my soul’s reborn, Lots of rushing blood burns my eyes, My fingers alone console

As much try shaking off odd feeling can’t avoid On face seems normalcy deep within I’m paranoid All evident brave fronts and donned blasé guise Reflect chinks in armor of societal compromise Frayed old compulsions often daunt and afflict Daubed

waves of seaweed kept the boat locked to the shore wrapped like a tightly wound bow. I tried to find a knife and cut the seaweed from the boat my son and daughter were there for the family vacation we

Ours is a world built on ruin. Atop the shoulders of Ozymandias, Balanced on top of pyramids, Set upon the foundations of castles Which sank into swamps long ago. Where one falls out of history, Soon another picks up the

metaphysical impulse ensues through the flames of resistance shun its existence etched beneath the tapestry of loosened conclaves alone in desperation in the night heavy sounds of cosmic illumination in temples of fire reaching ever higher on point locked in

Myriad of grasshoppers were sitting on the leapless bush celebrating the earth. I was never happy with the anniversary of thirst eating the memories of green. His hand rummages to collect the shrunk berries from my chest. Today the sun

THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing

From the dark abode To the glimpses of light With fearlessness, she comes As Nirbhaya…behind her name. Fearless gains relentless power From her silent lips Neither an object nor a thing Live and survive for own self The power of

where does the rain fall when it doesn’t fall here it seems logical this relentless sun should have its opposite somewhere in the southern hemisphere drenching children standing at the edge of marshes that once were playgrounds, fingerling streams falling

For two days I stayed in a hill resort Opposite was a hill top, easy to conquer with little effort That was covered by many a variety of tree Without greenery, leaving few gaps, as free Those gaps looked like

Unrepenting you start from a sore point to ask an explanation from an eclipse of the sun. unreviving, a corpse, the moon carries the burden of light, on its bloodied shoulder for burial in dew. Half the century we were

The spinning of the lattu! A louse sitting on it Derives pleasure from Pricking bellies Of fat mosquitoes! The consecutive electric poles Help the dogs immensely. Still they stand, and rust! The lattu falls on its side. The new waters

Well and This Feeling Inside can’t be denied Although you’re gone my love for you goes on All my friends say find another but how can I Give my love to another when there just might be A snowball’s chance

I am chained Something strains and chains me To suffocate in the tightened grip That forcibly blocks my mild muse ‘Get up, it is too late,` An alarm from my sweet Mom, Who howls like a siren, ‘Oh, I can’t

The sky has turned red; However the feelings in my heart are not dead. The sun is about to rise; I cannot forget those beautiful eyes. You cried the whole evening; I was strong, as I thought this will be

Words are mighty weapons, They lash you like a whip, Cut like a knife, Slicing you into pieces. Pelt you like stones, Making wounds so deep, They leave a scar, Forever in the heart. They pierce you like arrows, With

Oh beloved mother, my concierge and my friend… This is a little tribute for all what you are, for all what you mean to me… Creator of the world created you with inundation of courage… I salute you for your

In my heart and my head there is an inky blackness that roars with a deafening silence As I stand so still in the tunnel of darkness, so still, like a boat between the swells of a tumultuous mountain I

Spinning someplace in the blackness of space, A peculiar world hosts an unhuman race. Rethink reality, abandon earthly notions; Here, cerulean seas – There, prismatic oceans. Macro quantum motion; Instantaneous locomotion – No need for roads, Teleport to go; No

Once I dare… Once I dare to write my story, Memories crowded falling me weak… And words played hide and seek. Once I dare to lost in Love, brain went on compulsory leave… Mercifully, I survived of dying dive. Once

It’s a beautiful town. a hobo in dirty gown He smiled at me he lives near alley he kinda smelly he looked so holy it’s shivering cold snow and rain never heard him complain he played violin gave him watermelon

The stars are shining bright, It’s a very beautiful sight , Some are bigger than the sun And some just want to run, The stars are very cool, Maybe some people think stars rule, The stars hang on nothing, yet

“Sometimes your worst self is your best self The moonlight divides the shadows. The essence of a black rose. Butterflies flutter by through the air. Unaware they are there without a care. I grab thee adorable like a snuggle bear.

If life is pain then be the release If life is sorrow then create joy If life is sickness then be the cure If life is short make it long If life is cold make it hot if life is

Ages ago, story of a girl Dejected for what she looked Thinking just fair and beautiful Had rights to glory booked Did not realize that beauty Lies in the eyes of beholder Always self deprecated Life felt like a boulder

They will not come down with branding iron and bobbing stings. Instead. we will walk down the earth, to meet the silence in half-lit homes of enemies. This poverty of pause and peeling off from giants of fences. I send

A toddler unrobes the secret of death. Modifies the circadian rhythm of honeybees, opens the daisy clock. Cage of tears. The virus had the acrid odour of sulphide. Decay. It never happened before. Spring was helpless. Primrose forgot to secrete