Category: Poems

Sometime will I think of the pain
When I thought you were a friend
Then I shall not be repenting again
For the pain might come to an end,

Yet memory of it will cause me to see
Hidden motives in each new set of eyes
And every truth shall fail to be
Because you once converted all to lies.

Time itself has conspired with you
As what you once were you now are not
Teaching me the false instead of the true
To demerit friendship, distrust the lot.

 

Last monsoon I walked with you beside me,
Your ambling gait made thoughts twinkle with fear:
Fear that arose like swells of a dark sea;
But they twinkled back for you were then near.
This monsoon, rain falls from a pink sunset,
While I relish two young ones at my feet;
But each hour brings back what I try to forget,
Each raindrop corresponds to your heartbeat.
It feels like you never entered that sea
That sea that darkens with each ebb each flow.
Welcome! If there your eyes I get to see –
There isn’t any reason to let you go!
Let me float in these waters without fears,
Where I can’t discern your rain from my tears.

Someone dear sent me this picture.

I guess he meant the compliment but all I could see was the other part cloaked in guise of the compliment. I felt as terrible as the quote said I was. Ironically, out of the feeling came this poem.

The mind speaks past horror,
It battles with the heart,
Creating creation,
Transcending into art.

But is this terrible:
To exert poesy from pain,
To subdue the horror,
To wear away disdain?

If madness promotes creation,
If passion is thus built from strife,
Drench me with lunacy,
Surfeit me with life.