Restlessness Poems

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Gypsy

Gypsy short poem

My gypsy soul, my gypsy soul, oh we are on the move once more. To hidden valleys and secret places, to hear the ocean’s almighty roar. I long gave up in denying the yearning of opening my wings to soar.

Lady In White

Lady In White short poem

Well and does she have some kind of unfinished business Here and What is she looking for? What makes her weep? And weep? Does she not know she lives no more? Oh Lady in White in the darkness in the

What Shall It Profit A Man?

What Shall It Profit A Man? long poem

Bygone days had swifter wings That flew over the assorted lands And brought the harmonious peace To tune the music and the gong. Present borrowed mind is leaning Forward and backward Backward and forward Out and in In and out

Into The Woods

Into The Woods prose poem

She went into the woods, Running till she breathed her last… She was thunderstruck and horrified to the core!!! Like she was hiding from the demons which abode in her She was distressed; thinking about what the future beheld for

Poems containing references to : Restlessness

The Evolving

The Evolving short poem

Having weaved the journey of life with my dreams I loitered all the way baffled and unsettled The depth of happiness and agony I could not measure Bearing with the sweetest and the bitterest outcomes With tears and smiles both

My Dad, My Soul

My Dad, My Soul long poem

It seems like he is punished Everyday when he returns from work His face drained, reflecting the fatigue of the whole day. He hardly has time to smile But I know he wants to smile When he leaves in the

I Feel You!..

I Feel You!.. long poem

I Feel You!… I feel you in everything… in the glorious nights inside your incandescent eyes where butterflies knit my dreams and compass my heartbeats. I feel you in everything… while resting your sigh in the corner of a letter

“Tête-à-tête: Cupid and Fiend”

Tête à tête: Cupid and Fiend long poem

‘Cede yourself to me, And you will never be alone again. You’ll be revered. Adored. Treasured. But you must give yourself to me- A willing concedes’, Fiend allures. My conscious says acutely ‘Don’t listen’ And for an instant I don’t

Rains Of Poetry

Rains Of Poetry short poem

Loneliness of night, When extinguishes the lighting eyes, Silence when rules the earth, I listen to the music of anklets, Someone silently comes in, And I listen to a song of love, The poet is still thirsty, The thirsty eyes

Her Life’s Journey

Her Lifes Journey short poem

She steps into the world UNwanted As a child She can’t differentiate herself from Boys On her Teens shyness creep in and she distances from adolescent boys On crossing the Teens maturity dawns in and dreams of an appropriate life

Lady In White

Lady In White short poem

Well and does she have some kind of unfinished business Here and What is she looking for? What makes her weep? And weep? Does she not know she lives no more? Oh Lady in White in the darkness in the

Destroyed By Madness

Destroyed By Madness long poem

You’re inside a reality as dripped by Jackson Pollack everything guided, everything only seeming accidental. Straight lines eaten by curves and color as a sense of inevitability. Somehow it turns out as thousands of interlocking narratives, never a single start

The Melting

The Melting short poem

Not moving, the words had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking. Only restlessness was there in buoyancy ready to distort the sound of depth. I am expanding in propriety, in meaning. Pure burning on flame of truth, like a

A Winter Night’s Tale (Temptations Overpowering)

A Winter Nights Tale  (Temptations Overpowering) ballad

Oh! so close were we – how she clung to me. ‘Twas difficult for both to see, filled with an urge was she, filled with an urge was he, Then – Desires were set free. Chilly was the night, the

Mute Longing

Mute Longing short poem

The earth’s shadow thrusts its fangs into the flesh of the moon, yet the moon remains silent, bleeding the heavy light over the waters. It wounds me; its muteness – I would like to hear it yelling as howls the

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Couldn’t have been a star

Couldnt have been a star short poem

Couldn’t have been the star, that guides from horizon, ushering into the twilight what destiny holds for thee Couldn’t have been the angel whose thoughts inspire goodness calling you to a sinless abode ringing the bells of virtue Couldn’t have

Literary Lessons

Literary Lessons prose poem

Literary Lessons #1: A poet should above all be devoted not to being copyrighted, but quoted. #2: Divine inspiration is no excuse for bad poetry. #3: In literary style, I endeavor to follow in the footsteps of Dickens, Poe, Dickinson

Climbing

Climbing short poem

Before sinking to knees. I will talk to flowers. Day of arrival has come. In death, wisdom of trees will eject the seeds of fire on hip-locked roots. A miracle will raise the bones from the rage of crowd. The

The Wait

The Wait short poem

How I love this tunnel stretch The darkness This speeding train The sounds This blindness and the wait For the light to emerge slow And the bright skyline In the end Everything dissolving Into the expanse Among trees and valleys

Sea Monkeys

Sea Monkeys short poem

Everything we know, or think we know, comes from an infinitesimal speck of time and space. “Important” people, just random specks of insignificance. Nothing more than Sea Monkeys, fluttering around Sea Monkey world. Everything spoken as truth only reinforces ignorance.

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Yes No Maybe

Yes No Maybe short poem

I was doing so well. At least so I thought. Maybe For ONE moment, I was over you. Maybe For ONE moment, I was happy. But Suddenly, I saw something, Something amazing, So sophisticated, Made me eager, and intrigued. It

How Can They Possibly Know?

How Can They Possibly Know? prose poem

How will it change when we know? How will civilization be rearranged? All that we known comes from one place and time, one little speck in space. Great religions over eons have arisen telling all how things must certainly be.

A Lovebird Song

A Lovebird Song short poem

A Lovebird Song I will fly to wherever you are, I will locate you, my wings shall carry me to your abode on hill, tree or beyond the sea. Upon my beak- greetings of love-from far land I bring to

War!

War! short poem

I don’t remeber what I tried to forget Lost words that were better left unspoken The days that were gone, that were never to happen again You were one in a million and I was a thousand to two Now

Lost Delights Of Mine

Lost Delights Of Mine short poem

Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within

Poem

Poem short poem

It was just what i feel and no philosophy the enchanting moment was now on a page they told me to write in Rhyme couldn’t heed cause what rhyme did to my words – was bind Meandering words built the

Your Love Is Like A Merry-go-round

Your Love Is Like A Merry go round long poem

Well you’re one hopeless romantic Almost a border line lovesick fanatic But I wouldn’t change you not if I could I love your wet and sappy kisses And the way you hold me so tight I think I’m gonna pass

Photosynthesis

Photosynthesis long poem

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

Revenge

Revenge prose poem

Hatred, let it flow, let those memories that shackled me fade, let that dagger, which gives me pain mystify, let those eyes that see through darkness appear, let that beast go berserk, As I smile at the damnation I caused,

Solo

Solo short poem

Alone he roams across skies, over coasts of gold that glint a steely silver as a crescent moon gleams near He hears the crash of waves on rocks that corrode and cry High rocks that formed before he was born

The Pursuit Of Verve

The Pursuit Of Verve short poem

I seek a guide I seek a moment I seek an event I seek the will to live again I seek the courage to love again I seek to not regret I seek to write out of joy I seek

Home

Home prose poem

Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful place never existed. The Universe is a cold forbidding, inhospitable place, a place filled with frozen gases, balls of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive,

Trees

Trees prose poem

This ungrateful city speaks slowly , not out of shyness because of her short garments , but because its suitcase is overburdened with blood. Bitterly I have been crying since the time I saw her. I cry for my dear

Together

Together short poem

I envy the farmer’s wife Sitting beside her partner for life – Gazing together into the sunset. This togetherness is not there, We have lost it – I don’t know where. Together we sleep in a double bed – You

Eternity Pulled

Eternity Pulled short poem

The lines of time stretched pulled torn ripped apart. As the time passes, it is as the distance, grand yet minuscule, an odd yet frightful reminder. And as it grows, the pain loses precision, the sharpness fading, like morning fog.

A Poem Of Disappeared

A Poem Of Disappeared prose poem

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

Paths

Paths prose poem

Look in the mirror. What do you see? Depends on the choices you’ve made. Depends on your programming. Depends on where you were born. Depends on what you were born. Look in the mirror. What part will you play? A

Occupation

Occupation short poem

Leaving the stains behind I am moving to a new home O mother to wear the sun. The black moon had been stalking me for years O mother for a pink romance lifting the clouds. Though, I will not come

The Vin Malaria

The Vin Malaria prose poem

I’ve shared more than blame These harpies find me Wandering cargo ships with dagger-eyed cheeks and charm A gold-fleeced buffalo Mama said don’t engage But I can’t short them when they’ve come so far for someone not looking to be