Poems written by Avinash

Reflections

Reflections short poem

I wasn’t me anymore, Why I wonder? When I woke up from my Deepest slumber. What changed me? Or induced me To change, I did ponder. I looked around I looked at me In the mirror, my salient Feature staring

My Journey

My Journey short poem

In this strange journey called Life, I want to be that lonely stranger, Traveling yonder to some strange land, Meeting some strangers on the go, Getting someone to know, Falling in love with some, Giving a part of me to

For An Answer

For An Answer prose poem

I can wait patiently enough, Although it is extremely tough, I can wait patiently enough, For your answer. Subtle though, my love Is not a flower Which will wither away, With every passing day. It has the power To sustain

Confessions

Confessions short poem

Every day I pass by your window, Half expectant of seeing you there, Lost in thoughts As you always were, I wish I would chance upon, Catch a glimpse, Of an unexpected tear, Rolling down to smear Your pretty face.

Ocean And Shore

Ocean And Shore prose poem

I am an ocean of problems, With raging gulfs of anxiety, Thunderstorms of fears, Coral reefs of loneliness In me all the time, And in this turmoil I saw you as a shore, Calm and composed, A harbor for my

The Wind Is Rising!

The Wind Is Rising! short poem

The wind is rising! We must try to live. I know them now, In fragments that disavow. The clouds that move As strands of massive deception. Ships without destination! The lantern still shines! Light before darkness. And to me it

Let Those Tears Flow

Let Those Tears Flow short poem

Let those tears flow! Let them meet the pain! Let them be again, A reflection of your soul. At times, listen to your heart, At times, listen to your tears, For they are the closest to you, Than anyone else

Incompleteness

Incompleteness short poem

I am afraid of my incompleteness! The part of me, which is still human, Is afraid of the dark loneliness. Is afraid of the lofty dilemmas Of life, love and death. Relationships, lust and their worth. I am the Hamlet

Passing By

Passing By short poem

Do you pass like this every day? Through the shallow woods, With your eyes downcast Lost in the intensity of your thoughts, Left to the integrity of their present. Do you realize that when you pass like this, Unperturbed by

The Rains

The Rains short poem

The sullen rains have settled in, Every hungry mind is parched. Every wandering soul That ever marched Has found its peace and Has made its tryst with happiness. Except for you! The hopeless wanderer! You were restless before, You are

Realisation

Realisation short poem

In the solitary confinement of my mind, I have reasoned, recorded and debated A thousand times; over the reasons, And decisions that ensued. Of everything that happened And everything that never happened. And I have realised but two things. What

On My Death

On My Death short poem

When I die, Bury me in those pages, Which failed to become My identity, my stages. Let me lie close To those verses, Those prose, Which never truly dealt With the emotions I felt. In my death Let me be

The Pain

The Pain short poem

Remember to forget, Forget the pains from your past, They say, as they always do, And if may you dare To lay your soul bare, You would want to say, You’re who you’re, as longs as Your pain lasts. You’re

Once When We Were Young

Once When We Were Young prose poem

I think we should have loved some more, Enough to satisfy a lifetime, Once, when we were young. We should have kept those kisses, As souvenirs and parting promises, For the dark days to come. We should have wept some

Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces short poem

We are broken pieces, Pieces of art, Sometimes joined At the odd cracks, Hoping for completion. Sometimes we are glued To a piece so intricately Carved, so well we gel An illusion to dwell, An illusion to live, Until that

Parting Ways

Parting Ways short poem

With our fingers entwined in deep embrace We stare out, away to some different space The passion unspent is heightened here, But then there is this guilt with a tinge of fear We barely meet eyes, We rarely speak, But

Alone

Alone short poem

“Alone” she said, “I wait” And I could actually relate Her to a bird with broken wings, Caged to a word with broken hope Crying out loud in what she sings, Staged against the backdrop Of blight disparity. “Alone” she