The Poet

A poem from a heart,
as she said.
The heart of a lonely poet;
Away from dreams,
away from the things
that were her,
to make it on her own.
Still some days just go by.
But some are not so good;
clock keeps running,
changes no time
as every hour seems to be the same.
Every hour indicates utter loneliness!
She takes the paper, the pen
scribbles down everything that's felt;
she writes a poem
from the scream of her heart,
she writes a poem-
beautiful and sweet!
Good lord,
why does she write it at all?

Sacred!

Lying on a bed,
motionless,
dripping of principles
through the hole of a broken soul.

You have fallen for a bad boy!

Pleasure of guilt,
it's sweet to taste
but hard to be granted.
And you're overwhelmed
with an unknown sin.

Still an alien smile can bring out the joy!

Untouchable,
are you? But you're
scared of yourself.
Hurting each day
to measure your heart
in a good-bad scale.

To be loved isn't as easy as to love.

Still the silence
persists. Still,
the passion
of the burning desire,
singing through your heart.
So is your indecent love.

And you cry out to the night, "Enough!"

On your deathbed!

Crushed and broken,
you are queuing for a death penalty.

The fragments
and the sharpness of it
poking and seeking for answers,
over and over-

the pain for a loss
internally influenceable!
Agony of nights
can't be beaten
by a thoughtful mind,
a weak substance-

As you always are,
counting on the time
to ease,
and it never worked-

So the path is chosen,
your card is drwan;
No dilemma, no repent
as nothing will be missed-

the smell of the untouched clothes,
the touch of the half-used bed,
the sound of the hushed breath of yours,
An abominable loneliness-

illuminating the exit to force you out.
And so you are ready now, ready to follow
something desired, found and lost again.
Follow till the darkness arrives!

This one is written for a contest with the theme 'On your deathbed'. The name for them poem is yet to be decided. Any suggestions welcome.

PS: I named it as "Untill Death" and although I didn't nearly win it, I got 15.38% vote which according to me was pretty good. :-)

On the spotlight

you hide yourself from the crowd.
Cover your face with a shawl,
and fold yourself in something more glamourous.
you hide your sorrow and pain,
to show a glittering smile on your lips.
That doesn't belong to you.
you turn your head away,
when you find something amusing,
and you wonder if you are sane.
You are a coward,
or you are embarrased of yourself!
you feel like you are on the spotlight.
But look around,
do you see the judgemental crowd,
who drag you, rape you, tear you down?
look up and see their faces-
they are no one but you!

Dated: 1st Aug 2009

Confusion!

One thought is out,
another kicks in.
Building a sculpture of your own confusion!
'I wish I could break free,
wish I could rest'

That's what you think.
But you're not true to yourself.
Dig in to your heart to find the truth!
Or at least a part of it-
You're nothing but a freak,
sinking in your thoughts
you find the meaning to some obvious.

One thought is out
and you just can't rest
one thought should come soon
and retain the pains, the confusions..
it's all in your head!