Existence Poems

I belong to the song of the sun Humming the chants of flame I breathe. The sea rests in me motionless With its endless depths I think. Storms of being, clear the chaos Emptiness of chaste silence I hear. A

What is my existence? Am I just a mere substance or a thing of pleasure? Am I just a homemaker or just a refuge seeker? In this world of masks I am left with just a veil. I see this

The smoke rises from the house, You know that there is fire & a spouse. When you see the footprints on the sand, Someone has passed you just understand. Fast moving trains,running cars & trams, Make your belief that someone

Losing was my wont so , I let go things . The green garden embedded with pink pearls , the petunias that crawled from the pot to heaven . I lost my childhood the early summer of my life the

When an embryo was growing in a petri dish I said this is it my adieu for I am now ready for a new journey of self denial a skull in my lap after the abdication of ancient fear the

With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances that any thing 2 be born this way as a poker face Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of

With my scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances any thing to be born Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of events sustained life similar to sowing

Down through the millennia grand armies have marched across plains of destruction. Battle cries forever lost in the ether, spilt blood absorb and recycled. Names of the warriors forever lost, unknown to the future. Civilizations have come and gone some

My bubbly son do you know that you are not just a son to me you dwell in every beat of my heart you are vital breath of my life that always inspires me to be a loving Dad you

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

when your flesh, leave your bones. when your eyelids, become heavy to be worn. when your skin, don’t shine like a fin. when your hands, tremble holding cans. when your mouth, stops uttering words. when your shin, cant help any

When something exists, the opposite does too Black and white, hot and cold, old and new Love and hate, heaven and hell, left and right North and South, peace and war, day and night To give, to fix, to begin,

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

It hurts so much Every single day Facing the same problems when it all started 2 years ago Not until June 9th Where it will all be over All the pain, the tears and the suffering The short glances, the

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

Night was not worth selling the womb. Biological warheads were sufficient to take on the gender eugenesis. People were busy again, in worshipping the archaic weapons. What is holding them together? The fear of extinction? Or the celiac trauma depriving

I must accept the insignificance and solve the puzzle of night. Possessed sunlight always pursues the shadows of words. Philosophy of veils descends on awareness casting silhoutte of differences. Nocturnal sweat of sky overwhelms the grass with dew. I pick

This must be for real? gasped the yellow budded calyx That must be true. Answered the wasp. Time for me to lapse into another – those petals. But which of you is for real? Questioned the bud again. Said the

I will ask you no more. An answer settles the question. Let myriad questions remain in air. Thirst is larger than the river. Silence! Ghosts are walking. You can hear footfalls of time, past is peeping from the windows. Dyslexic

What is life I wonder? What’s the purpose of my existence? How did we all come to life? And how was it all even created? As a child I rummaged my brain for answers but could find none And I

Night melts into tears, day sums up the pain. A fear stalks the flute, and darkness falls on the drapes. I was lake, and I was sun. I held you on to my breast. give me your fangs, and give

Deep blue, almost black, sadness. Being, my ache of existence. Eyes, no body in focus. A grey cloud rowing the moon amidst red stars. Bronzed tongue digs the spirit out of flesh behind the shadows. Alone me in unlived house

I am lost in the fruitless existence of my soul, sleep, eat, pray, cry and repeat. Longing for the one to break me free from the chains of social acceptance and the prison blessed man has created for himself. Man

To drill a hope in the drowned soul was very difficult, winds had blown away the talisman. Stress was palpable, you could tear the weather with empty hands. Mists had walked into the houses to pick up the burning cheeks.

I had all and nothing at all, so fragile, so meek the world around. The battles I fought, the love I lost, it still goes on and I now know why. Justice and lives, just the puppet of mights. The

Now comes the day when thou art no more here To prattle with me rend’ring soft delight As thy heart knew that mellow joy, clear, Untainted free from world’s many a plight. Transcending din of town, thy musical charm Reached

Like you once said Now we, no longer whole Nor known by name Familiar once forgotten now Our thoughts our words An insubstantial haze Of weightless dust The mass and means Of what we were The remnants of our being

New Soul Journey and Angels all around somewhere on the edge of eternity…I turn around to find my guardian holding out his hand then suddenly I am free of this world as pillars of colors rapture me away and so

I see building blocks ferociously multiplying around me. Into people, places, things An ongoing chaos of nothingness I am standing still, witnessing vacuum Trying to breathe in this noisy ensemble One sigh at a time. Dumb charades, my favourite childhood

Without being abandoned in the darkest room Incandescent light would be a mere shade Without trial and experiments Success would be worthless Without birth and death Life would be stagnant Without love and compassion World would be void. Without springs

I was left behind in the real world With all its possible embodiments The ends of which are purely ideological And only relevant when necessary Even so, being has its comforts Namely that I live within my skin A personified

Your oceanic eyes, deeper than the sunset. I lost the universe in your deific gaze. Eastern sky is dark, sunbeam left the land. Your hair spread over the highest mountain. The words you utter are more than just words. They

I was left behind in the real world With all its possible embodiments The ends of which are purely ideological And only relevant when necessary Even so, being has its comforts Namely that I live within my skin A personified

A starfish was in my glass. You blame the moon of brutality while moondust had misled the ocean. Darkhole was ejecting the stars. An animal instinct sparts the bullet like supernova. Black dwarf crop up around the light house for

Sometimes I imagine, I am free: free to come out from a diagram, to bring inside out. Ultimately rescued from the ancestors, and ready to face my unborn children. An apparition sneaks in. Transgender? Half human, half god? There is

You know that sickening stench that comes from a corpse girdled to a steel gurney as, slowly the morbid form degrades and still waits for that last living cell to give in, to wear out or may be just dissected

Sometimes lurking in corner. Sometimes tumbling down endlessly, and sometimes with frozen smile immolating oneself before an idol to be. He danced imprisoned in a glass case whole life. Overcoming the pretentious inhibition to stand naked in dimlights of arguments.

The worn out longing rests in me Blooming a thought sluggishly Of times when you unwrapped within Your touch melting my transparent skin A heavy block of pain in throat Zillion words thought and wrote Your being was my poem

He goes to the gods in flames – alone An existence crumbling Under the weight of its own shadow A universe contracted to itself A part has now become the whole But, Was he just a body or a soul?

The tight schedules in the office frustrated him to quit the job in haste Post retirement he fancied life to be a bed of roses with no Boss to make him walk on thorns He did not bother what position

And accompany me To a place where you always wanted to be The aches, the heart-breaks, the constant high and low Mechanical existence, your mind is stuck in flow Let’s drink the magic potion, and sleep in utmost rest Give

I know not when I have to quit But I do know I have to quit Life looks so rosy in spite of me often experiencing the thorn Every morning when I get up I feel I am born afresh

Dear pole star, I dedicate this to you, Because in my mind lies a question, why do you not twinkle like other stars do? Do you like to be there in the sky all alone? Do you want to rest,

One difficulty still haunting him That time could not absolve Was the invisible sense that would come over him Deep in the night when suddenly, forced awake From exhaustion, he’d remember the war A village, a road, or maybe the

Treating wife as a lover makes life so romantic Treating children like friends brings parents so close Worshipping parents like God makes life so sacred Treating friends as siblings make the relationship so special Taking care of the sick and

In the labyrinthine corridors of life As we wander in hope of a distant and obscure prize It is seldom known what awaits around the next corner Like the day when I first laid eyes upon her An image of

A motley group had made an affiliation of sorts It sprouted and mushroomed in our back lane And there was born a poetry club with no name Passion it was for the verses written in Urdu That linked them beyond

Beyond a world of chocolates and close bonds is a crossover to strength, screams, shoves, and worn out shoe plates.. strength to part with my system and garner the legitimacy to be counted as a survivor seems possible at every

I know we have different moods I know we have different shades That is the reason my heart broods Love at first sight takes decades In melting snow of sheer hatred Making a place for emotions to flow When all