Non-poetic Poems

I am not a Poet, with legacy, nor do I sound poetic.. At times, in an impulse to explore my wildest emotions, words spill out, blocking way to rationalism.. in those verses in different shades neither rhyme, nor reason.. Trust

A story they have to tell One that can teach a lesson like a folktale With a lot being observed And knowing that no dish has been served They grab a pencil and paper Cause the pages are still eager

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

When you have nothing left. It is imminent that you create your own peace of mind with every direction. Take some time out and evaluate. Reevaluate. Make peace with the things which we control, and the things we cannot. In

When u came I wondered why When u spoke I wondered for what When u smiled I wondered with a WOW When u got angry I wondered what happened When u wrote I sat and read When u said I

A river flows through many people’s places and around dangerous spaces A yellow corn field and an amazing pink windmill as a summer embraces A black crow on a wooden fence and a dusty road as a fire in the

Life is all about trust, And using the right path to fulfill your lust. Life is all about giving your best, And training yourself so that you don’t rust. Life is all about setting your own principles and rules, And

Across a sleepy low lit stream, a quiet breeze swept by; It made its way across the land, determined and unshy; It covered flowers, rocks, and sand, and all within its path, with tiny droplets wet and cool, a shower,

love the way you look at me, Your eyes so bright and blue. I love the way you kiss me, Your lips so soft and smooth. I love the way you make me so happy, And the ways you show

Reading more between the words, my fractured dream, identified by its teeth, begins to bite in pursuit of an unknown fear, the river becoming red, a paranoid delirium sets out a scream under the praised beheading of a jolted lover

To her once for whom, I soulfully lied, for whose glee then, the whole world was defied…. And when she said, people say ya… they say too, I promised her that, I will stay…. yes I do…. To her with

water dripping from a yellow dog’s jaw that sweet guileless face tongue lolling tired from lapping at the polished bowl but still ready to swab an incautious face anxious to please prepared to dart erect sending my daughter five feet

All hail to a noble Saviour of low birth who lies in a cradle surrounded by beasts. The chants of joy and gladness from all the earth mark his lowly birth with wonderful feasts. All hail to our Lord whose

No barb wire or wall will separate us No passport to identify No entrance fee or currency No politician of Police man to scare our fundamentals No wall clock ticking No alarms disturbing No black man or white man ruling

The user keeps robbing the soul. The circulation of lies spinning the arrow my way. Why can’t love be reciprocated? Agony plagues the heart. Deception hovers over the mind. Why the heart and the mind cannot be at peace? The

From the first crawl I made; Till the first step ahead To the first sum I made; And the victory I laid You were the holder while I was a toddler. To first fag of mine; And the sip of

With so much of bad dreams so much of screaming in the past you are living someone need to enlighten as you are stuck in the past and you are frighten there is so much around you, so many people

Work for your day – Satisfaction is what you ultimately crave. Die each day, do you wish to celebrate THE day? Laugh off every sting that penetrates. Deep inside it recovers and sprouts the ache. Laugh at the moment, for

Nobody ever saw her break She carried around an awful ache A smile that could warm your heart Slowly frowned at she fell apart Nobody knew of her silent struggles Not one person knew of her troubles Her inner demons

loggerhead turtles drawn to the moon become distracted, lured by airport beacons to die in strange terrain here in day’s dry whiteness lizards endlessly pause, and bats caper through clustering dusks of vines and lemons drawn from solar cells water

Hi there,I’m your “Little Bit”of a muffin king.To keep my”Little Bit”of a fur coat clean, I tie a “Little Bit”of an apron around my waist. For my grandma I’m creating a surprise!Grandma loves bran muffins. Bran muffins are grandma’s favorite.”King

Those leaves weren’t few that shed away But down alive, not much could stay Few were tramped, few had dried It isn’t, that they never tried Few were blown, few were crushed At nights they lived, as roads were hushed

People here and people there, Are living their lives full of fear. “Past was bad. Future will be worse.” That’s what I hear people saying. Thinking about their past, I see them sobbing. But my people, life’s happening now! Enjoy

Darkness engulfs her She wants to live It’s her right Will she be able to see the light Of the world outside Or will there be female foeticide? I want to know Will she be able to see her parents

Our cries are a whimper only the winds can hear it Like our toils unrewarded and our souls unsoothed We the children of god as they may appease Still tight are our clutches and our lives choked Our minds raced

Speechless I stood with fumbling words from my quivering lips…. My deadened heart almost wrenched, My cloudy eyes almost to rain…. The writhing pain gushing through my entire soul….. I am being a part from myself My parts melting in

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

Busiprione, klonipin, prazosin and prozac stepford wives vis a vis stimulants offering an emotional uplifting dalliance cathartic against the depredation of panic attacks melancholia and obsessive compulsive disorder bearing down hard against psychological maladies delivering a near ecstatic state of

I intend to move away from myself as apologia for sadness, Could not give up the zen, powerless, breathless, drowning, in my skin, my veins, sharing the existence of undoing, what was something. Nobody I am, connecting to you by

When on living Single He aspires to become Double On becoming Double He desires to mingle While on Mingle She Looks like Angel Looking at the Angel He thinks he is out of Danger Unaware of impending Danger He feels

Today I moan the death of love A love that was never there A bond that never existed A relationship that was never there Memories that only seemed to matter to me Words that only seem to hurt me Actions

Every time i look at the stars and enjoy its sparkle I wish you would be near me and hold me close and tickle. Every time i see a lovely couple standing by I wish you would be next to

I used to be a child its been a long time to the stations I have seen big city lights Mannequin mannequin shining bright you all like twins what a glorious night I used to be like that one of

A mist fills my mind, The smoke of a dream As she walks and talks And gives me her hand. A dream that feels real, But we know better. A dream carries you off But you always come home. You

We’ll settle by the bar and watch the women dance, then split a likely pair when we think we stand a chance. I’ve one eye on the bridesmaid with the skirt that’s riding high, showing off the daisy, tattooed upon

Years ago it was nice to see the flurry outside, We played there with gusto But now we have mauled nature, Because of our non-altruism attitude, We have grown natty in our culture, But we are ninny in our thoughts

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

To shed a layer of selfishness, watching it fall to the ground beneath me in flakes that wail as I brush them aside and step away from myself. To bathe in sweetness, indulging through every pore with chocolate and chemicals

When I depart the realm of the terrestrial for the splendour of the celestial, do not bury my remains in the valley of the Kings, for robbers would move my bones in search of gold rings. I detest sharing the

That darkness in your eyes mirrors mine and that crowd in your head multiplying like quicksilver dropped and stomped gleaming like judgment I’ve seen it too It’s hard to exorcise things that are real and unreal their weight measured in