Unreal Poems

Unreal poems that celebrate imaginations, illusions, fiction, myths and fairy tales making readers sway in the beauty of dreamland. When thoughts dance on the thin line of real and unreal, words forms a masterpiece and these unreal poems are many such masterpieces brought to you in one section. The traditional debate between real and unreal may continue, but these poems are surely a breath of fresh air in the chaos of day today realities. Hope you enjoy reading these poems on unreal experiences of real life.

Unreal World

Unreal World short poem

Lives so colourful, but are they real? Some people smile, some just chatter away and some remain neutral, What’s this world that we live in, Every time we meet someone new, or someone we have known, We behave as if

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Comic Life

Comic Life prose poem

We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a

Cunning

Cunning short poem

Man Penniless but manages to take girl friend for date Brainless but Advises one & all Unemployed but Pretends to be very busy Ugly looking but thinks Very handsome A girl’s smile makes Him act indispensable Egoistic & proud of

The Boise King Size Hotel Room Rag

The Boise King Size Hotel Room Rag short poem

the pillows sleep on me like cats every night this room contains a brand new constellation pinpricks of technology winking as if blocked by orbiting children regular visitors and on the wall a creamy veil where the curtains don’t reach

The Muse

The Muse short poem

The Muse Who is the Muse that stalks my Mind? Who is the Muse this poem, propels? Or does the poem, Muse impel? Who is the Muse in Meditation For attention protests? Answers I seek from my gentle sage. “Your

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Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror ballad

Mirror, Mirror, you think you know me. Showing me like an icy lady. That’s not how I want to be seen. Mirror, mirror, treat me like a queen. Why don’t you compliment my changes? I’m becoming a lovely lady. Show

Love And Lust

Love And Lust long poem

A miserable hospital scene, with shouts and painful sobs, With fractures, wounds and injuries of various calamities, And my friend, one among them, cancerous, with no hope, Not weeping, but talking and laughing, as he was, years back, In our

Never Give Up The Gift, Life

Never Give Up The Gift, Life long poem

Listen, listen to my beating heart It has learnt the expression art Hear, hear my bold manly voice It has learnt the speech to rejoice Look, look at my confident eyes They have learnt adjustment to rise Yes I have

Loneliness

Loneliness short poem

A meaningless void, Festering inside of me… An uncontrollable urge, That no one can see… It brings me down, binding me in chains… Though it seems unreal, But it hurts and it pains…!! Loneliness remains my friend, Though I want

The Only Question

The Only Question short poem

It wasn’t that she was weak-willed She was just jaded of being stout-hearted Blue of breathing on aspirations Blue of breathing on unreal affirmations Emptiness inside her Makes her feel so forlorn The only question is – If pain demands

A Slender Orator’s Spell

A Slender Orators Spell short poem

Chill breeze through the casements blows towards the listeners drowsy essay to muse perceptives profuse in wide application to the cosmos where the dazzling figures sway from one space to another on water that is devoid of meddling concepts. Here

Rainy Windy Day

Rainy Windy Day short poem

A windy rainy day for you and me Everything is gray but the shades just blow my mind away The colors I can see when I am with you are just unreal to be true And it all happened on

An Elixir For Survival

An Elixir For Survival short poem

Drumming in the head Is a tune orchestrating As if the thoughts embodied Gulped in a quick thirst Blended in and synchronized Now Whirling in and out, spiraling A multifarious reel of amusement! Oh! In an unreal ticking of time

Perfect Myself

Perfect Myself short poem

I am who I am Nothing else just myself No concentration, no dillutions Just only the way I am.. You may think me as illusion But I exist in real I am who I am For those out who wish

Limited

Limited short poem

sensations sense the limited bound by the apertures that read time my conditioned mind interprets the words that come through in streams, as lines of information a matrix of data, through the windows of the sensual eyes, my faded account

An Ode To Headphones

An Ode To Headphones ode

Closed back, open back, on ear, over ear I love all varieties of you, Oh dear Sony, phillips, sennheiser or skull candy Congrats dear, you are gettin trendy Ranging from few hundreds to lakhs.. & from light as white to

Wisdom

Wisdom short poem

I will deceive the immortality in my inadequacy, between myself and a messy belief. The sky cracks open. One unreal moon slaps the dark clouds. You want to rest on my shoulder till eternity. The silence leads to nothingness. Over

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom is a dream A subtle silvery dream Hanging around the hills and vales of our desires Delicate threads Interwoven in intricate patterns A trap for the naive mind. Freedom is a constant struggle The writhing battle between The butterfly

Sleepwalking

Sleepwalking short poem

Well there’s a chimpanzee playing in my flower bed, there’s a ghost in my attic raising mortal hell, I must be going crazy ‘cuz I haven’t even taken any pills and this can’t be real, I tell myself you know

God Pricking

God Pricking short poem

Hapless souls still living, Dumping all shortcomings on clumsy faith. Gathering ignorance quite strenuous, Marking uncertain gains on life’s expense Without precious self, follies unexpectedly streaming brains. Waste of dying sense builds toll monuments What we often call civilization in

Thought 3

Thought 3 long poem

The moon is declining on its late night journey The lady you adored all through out the years Is returning to daily fold with respectable form, The October sky is cloudy and moist like your vision, You have scant sleep

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog (part Two)

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog  (part Two) long poem

Let us go then, you and I… Let us go then… Tired? Surprisingly, we have been saying this a hundred years. It haunts. The hallucination continues. No, it leap-frogs. Eliot was dead before I was born, before we were born.

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Sweetness

Sweetness long poem

Through the distance, this comes from Sweetness to shower on you her heart’s soaring affection growing warmer, glowing brighter and more tender to assure you, rich or poor, you are still her life across the miles she would like to

Hues Of The Ocean……

Hues Of The Ocean...... short poem

Leave your worries by the shoreline, And run your bare-feet through the sand, Let the water be a soft bed, When you cannot bear to stand. Make friends with flying seagulls, And hold the sun up-to your palm, Before you

Subtle Indifference

Subtle Indifference short poem

Like ashes stacked in a jar of indifference tightly capped to mask a stench so cruel from cigarette butts worth riddance- you caused me self decay and dismal. You put me out like those cigarettes in an ashtray of cares

Mourning Of A Dead Body

Mourning Of A Dead Body long poem

Eighty Five years I lived in this world Throughout my life, I was thirsty for love and care But no one was ready to give me that love. Now I am dead and my body is lying in the Coffin.

Yours

Yours short poem

I want to be strong but I feel weak I want to be loved but I don’t love myself I want to be respected but I take advantage I want to be a leader but I continue to follow I

Lost Identity

Lost Identity short poem

she is a blossomed flower she is the autumn leaves she is the first ray of the sun she is the mysteries of love she might be this , she might be that she is even a plucked flower she

Syria: On “The Road To Damascus”

Syria: On The Road To Damascus elegy

My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison

Black Tea

Black Tea prose poem

Years have rolled by, But my relation, With you, Never ceases to amuse me Your scent and sight, Makes me feel bright Some like you light, But I like you dark, And strong Some like you cold, But I like

To

To short poem

To waste hours eliminates days smell those flowers hold that gaze to bite your tongue, sometimes is best forgive the young as they learn the rest To blindly go ignoring choice with volume low that inner voice To needlessly worry

Bane For Them

Bane For Them long poem

Was that a nightmare ? or a true-false play portrayed by an absconding daydream . was that the day when I was born ? The day when my father’s business collided . Was that the same day , when I

Winter

Winter short poem

Oh how I love the cold air you breathe Of which that merges into the summer is what I seek The only emotion that soaks in the mayhem around Is the one I have been blamed for having too much

Deeply Grateful

Deeply Grateful short poem

Well if I were to count my blessings They would outnumber the grains of Sand on the shore but I’m only human And just like everybody I often take Them for granted still that’s no excuse So please forgive me

Smiles Begin

Smiles Begin short poem

What we do today will be planted for life and soon cultivate Hopefully into something we love and pray we’ll not hate It could be for someone we know or soon gladly meet Always treading fertile ground on our swift

Our World

Our World ballad

God made the world for you and me Let us go travel discover and see Beautiful Oceans,Rivers, and Lakes Deserts, Jungles and Valleys of green Animals of a variety you have never seen Flowers will dance in a fairy way

Bones Of Winds

Bones Of Winds short poem

Inside, the battle wages. One step down, I drown myself in the frowns of a thought. Night sucks at my fear. The rhyme of the fading moon intends to fix me up. I refuse to smell the breath of the

A Die Hard Mission

A Die Hard Mission short poem

A man with an ambition Is on a die hard mission. One man with a vision Can accomplish any mission. Go on a mission After each and every vision. Fulfill your missions WITHOUT ANY INHIBITIONS. Ask for a commission After

Why

Why short poem

as we remember now so many things could’ve been said the mind wrecking part trying not to regret.. I reach out you your face taunting dreams my heart has fainted yet my head still screams once i was a fire

The Death of a Dream

The Death of a Dream short poem

Yesterday, my dream died Perhaps it could have survived But your piercing words proved fatal and it lost the battle Now I am mourning for the loss of my only friend who took care of my hopes my torn wishes,

Where Heaven And Earth Meet

Where Heaven And Earth Meet short poem

A stroke of genius like a work of art I can feel it in my heart now a miracle and a dream come true The breaking of bondage like little pieces of glass scattered apart coming back to myself now