Metamorphosis Poems

It will be painful, generational. Hard to keep up. The old will resist fight the loss of their world. Change will be blinding, the fabric of civilization fraying turning to dust. Everything known will be obliterated. Humanity loses its identity.

One time in my youth my color was green with vim in my veins I swam with the stream I went through a change that the chrysalis take went to sleep as a raindrop awoke as a lake. Now music

It’s a fluttering dove, No…mayhap a trembling rabbit, Why does it sound so loud? The shaking, the trembling Now the throbbing, the thudding In my ears, a stampede, The gasp that awakens, confirming It’s the beat of my heart, Out

In this blood-watered land forms flow fluid as serpent becomes lizard, lizard becomes turtle, turtle become cicada, cicada becomes sea urchin, becomes sacred owl with onyx eyes In this soul-fed land fugitive figures fuse into each other, my breath becomes

Neath the boughs and eaves; a soul all withered, weathered; grieves. For a love once unfurled Of promises made; and hope assumed and vows murled…. Scattered and battered in the undergrowth lies a heart that has found no rhythm no

I feel eternal and immortal as I don’t realise it is my breath which is keeping me alive I am not bothered to know every breath that I am taking is leading me into my grave Upon Good I feel

Overturned, years of stasis Paralysis by mental blockade A political metamorphosis. Afoot at the general election; Vengeance of the Manifesto. The interregnum, the entrenched vote Tranches appear, on Revised Register Deceased coded, in numbers resurrect. Beyond the grave, claim their

I travel between two worlds World of imagination, another of daily settings. I work, I talk, I sleep and eat And do all things, all for common blessings. My essential hours guide me To assume my conscious self Amid the

He awakens To a wicked world Of His own design Where the Damned Live amongst The Divine Their perfect little lives An illusion Fueled by vanity As He searches The darkness for light And His sanity Rythm of the heart

the hunt begins after sunset under cracked moon, blindfolded clouds start visiting volitionlessly: the nesting eagles, I choose this bitter absurdity of large wings under the sun, where they will announce the shade, a lonely patch of life, of signature

the end of a thought is never for its death, but for a new beginning; there is always a meaningful silence, a metamorphosis, I do ever find, between a stop and its succeeding word like that of death into birth

Wrigglers dripped again from hidden heights. The red river changed its course furiously. The wave climbers abseiled from a lethal boat to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline sneaked to put the blood signature of a cult on the glass

Difficult it becomes, the secret of the judgement and metamorphosis of the painted cotton into a stained truth. To save the present tense. A dangerous crowd of vowels to express the incomplete moment of watery teeth, so hung, while misspeaking

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your

I live an ordinary life, In an ordinary home Built from ordinary bricks Made from ordinary stone. Each ordinary day I wake, Go down the ordinary stairs, Take a deep long breath and smell The ordinary air. At my ordinary

Women can hold up half the sky Thousand dreams rests in her eye Her heart is a fabric of emotions Where each thread is made up of love,joy and pure determination. Confidence and courage run through her veins, She is

This filth feels like home And I just left my friend I want to stay calm but The drugs kick in again That feeling hits the bone And I am at the end I cannot reap what I’ve sown I

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

I have a reason to smile, Even if I have to walk for miles and miles; I have a reason to cheer , Even if my life is hard to bear; I have a reason to weep, Even if my

Everything that I said I’d do got lost when I met you I didn’t do anything I was set out to do because my time was spent on you What I gained from it , I don’t know but I

an ever lasting night, darkness etched everywhere. screams emanating, throughout the land. pain calls forth, sheer agony cleansing and purging, reaching beyond skies threatening souls, in this fear borne, in this night, silent suffering, silent contemplation, of the storms, following

When I look into the mirror I see an unknown person There ain’t a gleeful smile Happiness evades him for a while The eyes were happy sometime ago A different person I used to know A satiated soul, was on

What is it that binds me to you? Is it the pain? Is it the scars? Or is it the soul of an old friend? Whom I met years after. Is it the sound of your voice? That I hear,

In my Solitude I looked all around- To sooth my mind. I noticed, a little Sparrow Starting its nest. Day by day, I watched the little bird The progress of construction was going on With small grasses and pieces of

Gong ! Gong ! Gong ! There goes the bell, A sign of doom, Army of darkness from the hell. Run everyone run ! Run before you are dead, Before you witness your kin’s chopped off head. Gong ! Gong

Still talking to a ghost in oblique manner about sexuality. A centuary plant has not bloomed; wants to die. The loincloth covers the ocean floor where it shipwrecked. A fake will do. God was on dialysis. Chemistry of kiss did

Eleventy Peventy, frontsheet and all Giving out biggle-bags, down by the wall. Just sprigger than I, at twenty mush tall Eleventy Peventy, frontsheet and all. Eleventy Peventy, walking the wash, Laughs at the smacklings and all their begosh, Bakes in

Her face used to have a happy smile, but now it has a vacant stare New years are a time for celebration, but for her it was a humiliation. She became a toy in the hands of revellers, who felt

A Clock ticking on over time Was the first reminder To pack the bags again. That indiscreet hoot of the cab Made it even worser. Time to be on the roads again, Leaving two frail souls to fend for themselves

A kid I knew, now handsome and all grew, That style and twinkle smile, My heart ran miles and miles, How on earth did I ever know, it was a complete head blow, Someday you would be mine and I

Lift a finger if you care, Hold me closer if you dare. You ask me why I’m going on this venture, I’m going to find a reason to live. Driving through an open sea, Two different ways in front of

Is there really no way out? He thinks everyday Every morning Waking up with boredom Need to find a cause, a better one He digs up the dump of memories A happier one, a brighter one The dust is everywhere

Where were you when I needed you the most? You left with no explanation, you lied to my face. My heart was filled with space. My head is in the clouds. You can say what you want about me. Now

(Line for line… tit for tat.) 1. My house is kind of small —but bigger than my kitchen And in my kitchen there’s a lamp —that’s bigger than my fist Please don’t touch the dog’s food bowl —only I touch

At the time you came into me I have had nothing A pen A paper A space You came and gave me a light To go through it The capacity of the memory was weak To be derived It was

Little was I aware of what demonetisation was all about I was in eve possessing few of brand new notes of 500 and 1000 denominations When the news tricked in that the currency of 500 and 1000 notes are no

When twilight meets the evening sun, Waiting to say goodbye, She explodes into a wondrous ecstasy, Making his heart rest without shadows, In her wonderful exquisiteness. He ignites a flame within her Absorbing the fiery colors of his day, Soothing

Compassion, so precious a gift Incomparable to all earthly things So transient and dismally brief Compassion, a myriad of tears Seeing the hungry, desolate and grieving A wish to share their pain and fears Compassion, an opening of the heart

oh, my an editorial board when I first sat down today to write poetry I imagined a whole other world love was on my mind the world was new and I made the most of it so I ask you-

A Mother’s smile to her child is like a Boost that Nourishes the child with love warmth and affection Of threads of life weaves the human ties. A Teacher’s smile shapes his student’s unrefined wisdom As a carpenter reshapes a

If you’ve listened close to silence, I’m sure that you’ve heard, The gentle constant ringing, In the space between two words. When you really pay attention, You find it’s not just in your head, But instead in the whispers of

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

With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly, And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty bark falling in bits and pieces. The long chain of ants are seen no more

My deep eyes owe a few colourful dreams Blue Waters are dancing in the quiet streams I still play with the chocolate ice-creams Rubbing them against lips While licking those delicious creams Equally touching my hairband strips My dreams chase