Wired Poems

The cough syrup and amphetamine Don’t seem to mix, in nineteen-ninety Six, and I throw up in the Communal showers, from Impurities. The sight Of the silver fish helped. Tony, in room eight, no longer Around. Dragged his corpse From

How I chose to live my life. I’m wired at birth, my personality in place. I’m sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place

Lighter than a feather, when weighed on you though, never heavier, Rain in the storm, blown away I’m torn, open up, it’s not like the norm Adored but not shown, praises that become worn, Show me the love, where’s the

Mankind began as a troop animal. Living amongst its own kind. Stepping out of the trees onto the Savanna. Mankind became a wander, small family bands bound by blood. Millenia past, mankind developed farming and the wanderer settled down. Small

Just an observation, To the moment close by; Your eyes sneaking out of window, But mine are stuck to thy. A strange feeling, Afraid, don’t know how to make a move; Waiting to get a glimpse of your Ming, Just

Always he was picking up and counting the pins to distill the essence of rainbows and find the symmetries of elementary laws and eating leftover words from the table. The terrorists had wired his house and he was not aware

The Singapore-schooled child Is bonsai-born to perfection; His hair doesn’t grow wild; His mind has no inflection. He is just the rare inquiline His islanded government ordered For in his rinsed head is recorded A rhyme: toe the line or

The advent of the new Century, Brought rapid strides in Technology. Obsolete, became MS DOS, Replaced now, by Windows. Standalones got wired, through LANS, On-line, real-time, brought WAN. Close on heels, came E-mail, To see information Sail. Mere surfing of

Your name seems to be carved on the heart since ages, You definitely have captivated every bit of it in cages, It is all yours forever, Oh dear, don’t leave me ever, I write your name sometimes on the shore,

Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.

Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand

Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads? We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to

Clear Blue sky is Beauty Clear night sky is romantic Sunny day brightens the mind Full moon day enthrals the Eye Scorching Sun swets body and mind Dark night bring fear to mind and soul Summer heat and swet make

My memories have become nomads, And they come back all at once. Like strangers from myriad surreal lands, Or a thousand prodigal sons. How far from home, we have strayed mother! From that sunny dreaming hearth, So my memories seem

The tears have fallen; The Blood has shed. I might be hearing voices. I think I’m in a nightmare. My mind is spinning in a thousand directions; What is happening? I’m feeling out of control; This seems out of my

Please take my hand, for I am blind. I’ve lost my path and my sense of touch. I’ve fallen, for my hands and feet are behind. Please let me hear, for all is in a hush. My wrist and ankles

The other side of life behind the barbed future where they were seeking gratifications, I was entering the past, without pretension. Time will cleanse the mutation. I will be breaking the god’s boundaries. A theme of nobility has lot of

Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the

Pain, hurt, despair, What tragic words so rare, It hits my heart from deep within, Suffering, turmoil I have ever been. It’s hard to feel the pain so real, Hoping this will end for me to heal, But around me

Despite the insistence of what is more than one day. Are life challenges worth. They will continue on. With all the twist and turns of your journey. It is the innate compass of guidance placed in all of us. Keep

The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating

Arms stretched high Voice pitched high Let me sing Song of freedom Tender shall be the song As the petal of fresh rose Fresh as the droplet of summer rain Sharper it shall be As the rains of winter sun

A blue flower contorts its petals and distorts the morning mist with its heady fragrance …. love emerges from the dew kissed lips of a beauty crystal string of pearls sparkle the nape of a damsel in love the serene

Words fall less motivated unless life with stress striving for bliss Dreams Suppressed Thoughts never expressed Mind long back refreshed Though feel blessed with loved ones touched With all luxuries accumulated Still feel empty handed Finding the world hollow minded

My love you can wear me like your dress I want to be in your arms whole night to sleep This is how we can express our real success This one leap will take us deep just to reap Our

Once again it’s that time of the year When heart saddens and fills with emotions Mind reminisces with thoughts of bygones This day, that year! This day, that year! Recalls that little voice from within This day, that year! This

Hurried steps from room to room, bed to bed, Too many wounds and bandages soaking red. She has seen the ugliest of wounds, and her mind echoes those desperate cries, Yet she will always greet you, wearing her friendliest, warmest

Between the times, between the rhymes, the beat of life goes on, Though sometimes stumbling through the dark, before the night has gone, And yet again it can be dazzled by the rising of the dawn Like many crumbling edifices

Dear mother, You walked away so early I cannot complain How much I miss you? I can tell, It’s insane. Mother, have I told you one day That I love you? That you are me in you? I didn’t tell!

When someone broke my heart, One never knew one was sitting in my heart, I am not picking broken pieces of my heart, I am picking pieces of someone, Shall I succeed in joining the pieces, I think I shall,

On a neurotic Night I lay in bed Awaiting sleep That never Came….. I closed my eyes To establish An inertia Of dreams… An inner carousel Within me Revolves… Flashing A power point presentation of The precious Moments Spent in

Miracle within miracles constant pondering overcomes the urge to feel the one eyed boy lingers, he figures the urge to think creates certainty in a world of ambiguity. Loneliness is shared and company is acquired one with the other and

You are a dream which can’t ever come true; You are the horizon, which can’t ever be touched; You are the cloud, which is never meant to rain; ………… if you stay, burn me in the fire of passion; if

Your charms, your charms, are figments dreams are made, I wish not to be gravely soaked therewith, Or else, I will be fool in love’s charade, That anyone would rightly guess forthwith; Is it folly to wait by Heaven’s door?

There was a man, Old, cold, sold, To his condition. Stood outside the temple, Waiting, hating, hesitating. And people passed by, Dinging, dangling, giggling. Nobody could see him there, Lazy, hazy, crazy. Now he is there no more, Sink, blink,

MY mother is a world to me She gives birth to me and she care me too. When I am tot I will cry and lay with my heart. She come like an angel and give every thing to me.

so, like always, morning comes and brings with it news none browses but the pages sit still on the table, irate indifferent we go about our lives, erase the outline we spied, out of the corner of our eye on

An innocent face redness in eyes wild tresses made more wild by the blowing wind a pained expression smile that is lost laughter like a brook lost somewhere for now lost she looks incapable she calls herself torn by love

More choices is an illusion that laces the present with hope. Incessant are our needs yet like an endless race. Sullied with unattainable goals- we take a step back for a better perspective. Tracing our steps we devise plans that

Hello darkness my true friend, In you I find solace, With the setting sun you come each day, Sometimes early, sometimes late yet unfailingly there. I bury my head in the crook of your shoulder, I lay there waiting, And

For long have I been a rover For long have I walked alone; Hiked a hundred highways of life I’m yet to find a home…. Still, sometimes, I have reason to be happy You see Once in a while, along