Fury Poems

A primordial fear takes over. These pathways are not reaching anywhere. I am leaving blank papers for you. This was dark matter, you start dying from birth. A fireball sails through you reaching for the shadow of the soul. The

Vaccumed into my skin , I couldn’t breathe in the storm , so be it . You have me whole , without a doubt. The distant between us ripped our souls apart , Barely holding on to our memories hoping

Against a backdrop of broiling grey The dancing colours flap; wave away To all who can see and for all left to be A warning about the worsening sea A relentless outburst of desperate cries Fighting the force of the

So colorless and filled with multiple colors So weak and venerable; but powerful and strong Harmless and friendly; yet dangerous in adversity It comes in drops but falls in torrent It rolls in drips; yet like an avalanche it rushes

We live, we learn, We love, we care. In the process of learning, We make mistakes again and again. But then from these mistakes we learn again. In the journey of life, we fall, But then we rise Even if

I knew, you will come tonight, the nature’s fury , sand storm, dusty wind….. you came with rain, touched my hand like a queen… In my two eyes, moist clouds filled with rain…… tears and tears, rolling down…… you touched

Oh Kashmir Heaven on the Earth The natural beauty of yours has no dearth Oh Kashmir how my heart bleeds for you An Emperor had said once If there is a heaven on this Earth It is here, It is

A photographer captures a mystery, Of an unheard allegory, One that is deep and subaqueous, has memories engraved and precious. He collects beautiful images, reflecting candid moments & stages, unfolding a legendary lineage, captivating one’s mind’s envisage! It is at

Freedom, you are the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season. Freedom, you are the tune forming in a dreamers mind. Freedom, you are the paint on a wet canvas seeking it’s own path to redemption. Freedom you

Come month of May And the sultry summer is here With all its fire and fury In full swing . Like an unwanted guest It arrives with no invitation And continues staying unduly Despite the hosts’ displeasure . Equipped with

It’s the time when my mind is overloaded, yet my mind is void. I am playing songs peppy to my ears yet I dance to none. I am thinking of crying into my pillow, yet I wonder what to cry

There lies the corpse and the game is over, who won and who lost doesn’t matter because scavengers are closing in and before they pounce on the dead, it has to be removed so that we can at least have

Little child in me remembers the phantom, Muscular and masked, Penetrating eyes, Outwitting the enemies in a flash, Reading with bated breath; Here I am glued to the screen, Phantoms running and scaling heights, Crawling with creepers around, With little

I escaped from the arid reunion no uncle pressing a beer can at me no cousin failing to place me in the hierarchy out past the campground boundary dry seed pods scratching my calves find an apple tree at river’s

It came without warning, no early whisper of fate Your body released you, there must be some mistake In the fury of loss, the mind and the heart are enemies Silent screams steer the wreckage on the forbidden quest for

And so the clouds diverge, And so the gashes form, And so unleashed is the fury. Mother Nature shows her might. Mother Nature shows her power. The sky rips open, The sky releases the torrents, The sky hails upon all,

The air was thin, while the room was hot, My eyes scanning, spotting the warm glow of a dress, She whizzed and whirled, her youthful gait attendant to my plot, Two legs in unison, eyes like gilded jewels, breasts like

Monitoring for movement, scanning expectantly for signs. Electric eyes, barely blinking. Knowing the prey and her hiding places. Prowling the night, thoughts blacker than the surrounding darkness. Staccato stalking, sleek and streamlined, she smells the air. Nervous nose, almost aquiver.

There is a eerie silence before the storm, then the gods of wrath descend and tear apart the fabric of life, continuity, saneness, that binds us together and then there is eerie silence once more.. It feels that the storm

A man cursed, can never bring happiness, a man condemned can never bring justice, whatever he touches, will turn to dust, whatever he makes will rot. whatever he desires, will never be his, whatever he loves, will get condemned too…

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

Fire smoulders and branches crackle which smears the ground blackish grey ashen Feed these flames that rise and dance around naked orange red and blue with passion The ascension lifts hearts to warm our blood to create a vital archaic

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

Watching March flowers open, I feel the Lord’s breath on my face Walking through forest timber, I feel His power and grace When sailing across oceans, His fury I can’t tame He then heals all my moments, of worry and

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with

searching for words in continuum of incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive, so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only in whispers I will talk to delphiniums, I would walk

unhinged i wake tying ribbon around the tree of amnesia, the butterfly startles, despairs the blue of humility, all i wanted was the silence of ceremony to greet the prosperity of death in valley of graves, the hungry hyenas appreciating

I give you a shoulder to cry on, endless night talks, lamentations & worries, I have made your problems my burden, support both emotionally & physically, These four walls have seen it all, love, worry, regret & the thief of

I wait for my turn as Milton stands and waits for his turn bright Oh! Being mourn for my turn rakes up my grief in the urn To charge my body with violent torrent of blood Causing turbulent in my

It was no longer miles that kept us apart, but lifetimes. It was then that I understood the void I felt when you left due to days of work Would no longer be relieved with your return and only leave

Well just you wait Come Monday I’m gonna leave a trail of fire up one side and down the other, you won’t even know what hit you but that’s the power and the fury of the Tiger and as we

Like a rumbling thunder let loose upon a recalcitrant world by the fury of nature, the sound of heavy gun shots could be heard ominously in the distance from this remote settlement where the inhabitants lurks away in the gloomy

Are you the gentle breeze that, Wafting timidly o’er the arid lands, Bring with it the bounteous seeds Of life, scattering them far and wide Over barren plains and greying crags, Altering the countenance of what we Perceived originally to

Pondering yonder sitting alone in littered room, stuff piled as if to hide our despair in stains on the carpet. the night we got so drunk spilling red wine on the floor like the blood that ran from my knuckles

let me start a * bid for the right to light the pyre of the bond; who would not believe, the benign bony fingers had written off the desires, from lips to hips may you go to find the sludge

Beyond the storm of screams and groans And cries of a wretched tortured people, Lies a child curled, fists to his ears Consumed by the roar and fury Of a haunted Peace. Sweetening his ears now burned to whitened noise

Every breath I take is flavored with your divine name, Truly, I don’t care about whatever way people defame. Oh God! It gives me feeling as you are my divinity, From dawn to dusk, keenly, I search your proximity. My

Peering through the Winter glass, Blinking in utter disbelief, Realisation of what the focus sees, Pointed, high heeled leather Female shiny adornments!! Agony ripping through the soul, Pain is indescribable….. Aching heart of crumbling dreams, Anger, fury, covering the screaming

Had marathon client meetings, Productive, some not so great and Towards the end of the day a reluctant Revisit to a very difficult customer. Crawling traffic, snarling cops, blaring horns and People playing charades of abuse of all kind. Energy

Oh and in the thick of fog The lighthouse is just a dim Shadow in the night everybody At James Bay knows this is that Time of the year as the ocean Rages with fury from the storm The Ghost

This life takes that which may be taken and avows that Which is without comprehension, Embodiment unreasoned, seeking purpose, it Navigates with pain and pleasure, Yet not with both in equal measure, rather as season dictates Upon which emotions soar

Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare I rolled

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of