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

Clean heart and clean eyes Are required for all love ties Grace and style come to show Innocent gestures of eyebrow When I saw I was beguiled Body fragrance made me wild For a while I was lost to cast

The Innocence that you carry in your eyes.. The rationality that you shower on with your words.. The kindness that you show with your smile.. The helping nature that you display with your actions.. All are the results of a

Inadequately the clouds covered the moon the wind was soft and silky. The death of shadow was not complete. Stars had fled from groans of night. In the still room poor sentences could not compete with the innocence of emptiness

The feeling of discontent Blood boiling inside Trying to keep it together Bursting at the seams Frustration takes over Simplicity comes with a price..in an unattainable world The inside doesn’t match the outside How did I get here? The Struggle

Meaningless I am so is my identity my dreams, my desires my words, my sentience and my destiny. Few untamed lines and undecipherable scribbles I own, which I try to decipher or to give semantic to them, and in this

When the mind is happy when the mood is upbeat when the purse is full when the family is in tune when the friends encircle Then Life appears delightful A visit to the temple is just a formality God appears

Tired feet, aching head, teary eyes, weary heart’ I don’t need another heartbreak, I can’t take another heartache but we need one another. There are things you remember and there are things you can not forget like when a girl

As I walked the garden of love I could feel the roses bloom i could sense the beauty there Moving through the valley i knew i was bound hard i knew i was a blessed soul i could hardly walk

When man mortal with a title Becomes vile and self righteous He walks around with the Bible Holy acts and all sacrilegious Carrying LBGQT rainbow banners Hailing the devil’s temporal empire Accomplished false pretenders Adorned in bright priestly attire Those

Her mirror lake outspread for miles Blue eye flowers still keep its smiles, Her lotus Lily petals open in full blossom In a sixth sense, she gathers them all By twilight, before the darkness Her boat returns without waiting moon’s

Who is a female? A question that consistently ponders me. Is she a mere piece of flesh and bone? Is she a puppet to dance at the tunes of the males? Is she the one to earn and make the

Compliments are strangely empty The words mean nothing When the scars forever remain One glance at me, he bluntly uttered, I hope to own more beautiful than you My first love You devalued my existence To this day I look

The once clean and pure waters of the ocean, Pure, What does that even mean? Where whales, dolphins, fish swam freely, With the course of nature and life. No interference by humans. The ocean is as beautiful as wild animals

Totally lost in you…am I too high? I have to hold myself back, sigh! I wish I could crash in to you and die I don’t miss you, yes it’s a lie! The bling in your eyes make me smile,

I met a guy who showed me how to love, Caring and understanding, like an angel from above. His eyes so innocent and pure, Had me feeling like a lady, so demure. He was able to understand me like no

If only I could fly Up and above the sky I would spread my wings and soar high And let out a soft sigh. If only I could have wings Like birds flying as they sing I would fly as

Our river wasn’t a clean river, a mountain stream, a babbling brook, or a silver girl. It was a filthy river, a city river, forsaken, neglected. Long gone, the glory days, when it was thick with trout and where, according

A cold, lifeless blade was pressed against chilly, tender flesh Slowly, she presses it down, feeling the pressure on her limb Then, there is a sudden relief as the crimson rivers and the inner trash Comes tumbling down, red raindrops

You must be thinking, here are shoulders that can take all your tears and be surprised to find me on some days with tears, that fires can’t evaporate, leave alone the warmth of your embraces. you must be thinking, here

A thought so perturbing that questions our state of being what is the purpose of this life and living? too short a time and the doubts unending this countdown in sync with our birth sooner demystified the better it is

He loves you, He loves you so much He died on the cross for you So you can live in paradise He gave up His life for you… How long will you wait When will you open your heart What

A killing truck running mad I turn Mozartian with a poison gland. You thought Shoemaker is some fall guy. When you don’t even know the meaning, sigh. My measure is King Cobra XIIth. Fear the venom, not the length. Lamp

The hand comes out of the rubble to throw the musky odor of a cross-legged monk under the ginkgo tree. An apparition comes outside the body of a fan-shaped snake; ignites the wolf. We were hungry, we were thirsty. Untwining

So here I am again laying in our bed. Wishing you could see me, but you cant ’cause I’m dead. I try to scream, but make no sound. You say goodbye as my tears hit the ground. You never even

Dreaming autumn night is really an Unspeakable pleasure; he knows it. Therefore when dusk settles on earth Inviting blinking stars to showcase Their tiny births; when coy crickets Being too cold in season’s first dews, That drip from the cold

Walking down the street Talking to everyone I meet, I share my testimony freely, Praying they will let GOD, Come into their heart. We Christians should do this Every where we go, Let the LIGHT of JESUS in us, Ignite

Oooh FUNKY MONKEY on a John Deer tractor in a pair of blue overalls everybody that gets a load of you just has to have their picture taken with you Now you’re a movie star with agents on speed dial

Walked we did, and even talked Feeling that the path was same No object nor purpose ever blocked Till one day with none to blame We realised the parallel paths. I could see the world like you No questions asked,

Well and you left me way too soon just like that one sad day out of the blue I cried every minute of everyday and every night for about a week or two ’til I casted that forbidden spell in

It was simple, it was effortless All too transparent and ever so clear Life threw its bounties at him His hard road was strewn with maps to its wonders At every dead end he found a shovel At every crossroad

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

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun

Send me your sons And ask not why. Give them a hug And say goodbye. It isn’t a war, It’s just goodwill. I will take your sons And teach them to kill. It isn’t a war, It’s just goodwill: Explain

Oh my dear Life why do you change your colour so often ? Why do you ware the mask as often ? You shower once in a while a Little of happiness You rain Bountiful of sorrow most of the

With beseech had I asked You for the one, But listened You not The appeals of mine. When asked its reason You had said, “Why did you wish for The incompatible one.” Said I to Him, “Agree I ought not

Oh and as the sun begins to set I come alive The moon comes curling around the mountains Like a blue lamp in a dusty pink sky… I step into the velvet of the night that I love In my

Poised to do impossible at this worlds highest battlefield, We never fear, as we are men with nerves of steel. The land is barren, the passes are so gigantic, Temperatures vacillate faster, making us erratic. With white out at every

Asphyxiated by curled hands. Punishment for tainted moon, it has floated down to darker side of continence. You push the body in wall, Coal burns in the eyes. The shadow at last, leaves the body. The high priest, goes for

Sometimes we all get to feeling a little lonely and sad, sometimes the darkness can be so overwhelming there just doesn’t seem to be any light to be found but don’t lose hope God isn’t heartless and when you need