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 quite and a peaceful dawn Woke up with a yawn Sang a gospel song The phone rang for so long With someone on the horn Knew something was wrong It was a news so bad About the death of

Fear grips a family of words. You are going to where you do not want to go. I remain worried about the unknown. The inevitable was flowering on dead palms. Would you exhume the past to find out, what the

The sacred fire smoulders fast turning its witness false. the uncared hymns of the priest melt unnoticed in the fragrant smoke; the holy books keep silent and negotiations for metals and notes go on; they never observe the heart that

“the theory of the unmarked set” she said language linguistics geek meets database information geek it was love at first utterance the fact that she’s already loved as herself before and after such wonderful ideas and also my wife was

How will I find the likely words to say? As in poems that gild the words as true, And worthy to be heard the grandest way, To sing of mirth though appearing as blue; I’ll speak of roses to portray

My corpse was melting down on Earth, fighting realities of life, I slept for years. . . Then, on my journey I found her love– and I woke up And start realising the beauty of truth……

Long lazy day Cool summer nights Skipping along Flying emotional kites Eyes gaze your way Is it really you A fluttering hope Leaving me blue My heart skips a beat How do I compare Eyes down to feet A flower

His eyes start to shimmer, as the morning dew arrives, Like the reflection in a mirror, His whole story written in his eyes, The glassy film he’s wearing, hides the truth behind his lies, For as he’s moving on through

“Today at work”, she says, “My boss went berserk” Has all the luxuries of the world, Except if you see closely, she has no one. Beautiful and intelligent she is for sure, but Rumours tell me she was never chosen

Black and white, our favorite colors I write to feel alright, but it’ s hard to write right, my favorite duress, its my plight and it lasts all through the night even during the day sometimes, even to date but

One’s Life is a book with its pages bound in random Contents of it is like a potboil thriller packed with tears and fears, agony and ,Ecstasy disappointments and exuberance losing and winning hating and liking Life is a beauty

Be careful. Strange things will happen When you move out of the nest nicknamed reality… Travel Safe Down this mine. Mind of gold. Mine for gold Mine for gold? Never trade your mind for gold! Never lie Down dreaming of

Sun glistening off the tropical bay. White cotton balls float by reflecting Suns rays. Surf down below melodically soothing the way. Vistas of ocean from the left to the right, spotted with green jewels enhancing the sight Sea birds floating

when you feel fluky when you feel yourself lucky remember that you are under scrutiny of some nearby inquity that may be someone who is your he may be your own not boor You need to be careful You need

The lustre in her eyes tiffany blue Is as subtle as a miry leaf’s dew Her velvety, arrow-straight hair Dance charismatically in the air Her rosy lips, her dove-white face Spellbinds e’ery fellow, who gaze At her glitz, her beguiling

While out hiking high in the Cascade Mountain Range, with jagged mountain peaks acting as my back drop, I watch as I behold in the glory of Creation a rainbow being created after a gentle rain shower. An eagle appears

When life hits, it doesn’t pull its punches; It hits harder than you would think but is not as bad as you would perceive. When you are withdrawn from its reach it will eventually catch up, and like an angry

Can hear the rush of water, change in the tempo of sound as I go down and pop up. They say, sound travels faster in water it sounds very different though, I am drowning I know for sure.. I drink

He operates a picayune business– A tea stall with very little eatables People expect in such stalls And look at him with surprise But he remains unmoved He has his own shabby style of living He carries on business in

Love calls from lips not even known before Whenever strangers care, which is not rare; When close friends share, which can be love when more, For this way often starts a love affair, Where lie joys to partake and pains

You entered my life and merriment begun, The warm hugs and sparkling eyes, In your tiny fists, You held so much fun. From babbling and broken words, Stumbling steps to bold strides, I watched you grow with eager eyes. With

There is someone who comforts her each day, stays with her till her tears go away. Makes her laugh even in her worst mood, never cares about her being rude. He holds her hand in the darkest night, never ever

DREAD in my heart, DREAD in my head Trying to juggle your love and my crazy life Putting up with so much bull shit sometimes It just makes me wish you were dead, I still wish for The best but

Its the time which changed you And your love abide For my mistakes I know That you’ve been so aside I don’t know it’s just you or not But my heart has always cried For I don’t know what has

As twilight fades into the night, In the silence, I wonder bewitching fragrance from the queen of the night, tossed up by the strong wind reaches the moon lit sky tantalizing the air As on musky Earth I lay soft

Reveries are broken I wake up in despair Bombs blast human bodies Indiscriminately Human flesh—-of a child; a mother; a father who knows? Who cares? The issue is of attracting attention In the name of a religion To establish the

What was left in our hands after risk and awards were given to seekers? Sign of grace at hairpin bends was absent.Nobody was speaking. A moratorium was announced. Somebody will have a glimpse of the moon through the interstices of

When benevolent rain God showered his furious benevolence … …. life in a light flickered and died a sudden death!!! When scorched Earthlings pinned, prayed and got an ass and a frog married to sate the rain God.. He poured

We often don’t think of the danger ahead while on Road We take it for granted mishaps occurs only for others We never put ourselves in the position of an accident victim We rush to the spot where accident has

Find happiness in nature, in the beauty of mountains and scenic stature, in the serenity of the sea, in the rustle of the tree! Find happiness in friendship, in the fun of doing silly things, in crazy partnership. Find happiness

For how many days can I survive In this desert of desire Still I know that price to thrive Which I paid for love fire From the cool and shady trees In fairy land in lovely place Where there was

Beauty in that black lifeless tree, why shouldn’t i call it eternal, It can exist in this cold lifeless environment, Isn’t it appreciable? Where are those colourful flowers, Where are those fragrant petals, Always try to attract small lives for

Beneath the lipstick, make-up and behind the smile, She is just a model who poses before you; for a while; Between the lines; below the sentences; She domains, Dressed up in white, with an angelic look; she remains. Human or

Imagine Israeli and Palestinian children given flowers, roses, and peace signs To take home to their parents as gifts of love and freedom. Imagine smiling at them and learning of The future they have in store for more Balanced communities

Like a jumbo jet bearing down with a terrible personal gravity an intention to harm as in one of those unreasonable nightmares that treats you like a relative visiting as it wills tree tops thrash spotlight painting the blacktop lurching

I just can’t ever run away from you You’re always present everywhere I go It is your face on people that I see A shadow anywhere that I may be I sleep amidst your memory in bed You figured in

When black ink spills across the sky The time when ravens roam the heavens When the mythical beast gobbles up the sun Robbing me of the light I need to survive It becomes too dark for my preference. Pitch-black, that

(If Mother Earth could speak…) I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders

Happiness is a feeling which has limited space Happiness is like a water bubble never know when it burst out in tears Happiness is unexpected It mat turn into agony when expected Happiness is like burning gas never know when