The Endless Journey to Your Shore

shipwrecked and i found myself

on an deserted island

not a place to call home

i made a raft to conclude this journey

to reach at your shore

“is it a good idea”, i asked myself

 

i’m floating alone on sea

seagulls carrying my letters

but couldn’t reach because of storm

storm coming from your side

storm that you sent

send me back to that island

 

i’m lost in the woods

with no one to guide me though

i had two options

but chose the one that led to you

a choice that i regret,

a reason why i can’t get you out of my head

still on this endless journey to your shore

The Wallflower That Fade and Shine

i saw in the mirror, a reflection of mine

the wallflower that fade and shine

standing atop in the war against my fears

demolished the walls, became a people pleasure

made friends that spew out poison

nothing good came from letting pretenders into my life

took off that mask and enjoyed my own company

now I have someone, a true friend of mine

Happy But Envious

my world surrounded by gray clouds

a moment’s happiness is all i seek

my heart covered in magoa

a affectionate touch is all I need

i want his life

not jealous but rather envious

judged by the divine power

my latibule lies in his world

Night After You

the last words of farewell

were sharper than a knife

the last words of farewell

damaged more than a cannon fight

all my fears conquered that war

leaving me to drift on the sea

with no sign of shore

thus began the night,

never to come to an end

crying in veil

and my pain reached new heights

The Idea of You

how should i define?

define the idea of you?

my nerves are pranking me

to believe,

“it will be same as someone before you”

for once

i want to dream, i want to believe,

“your love will be grand as seas”

i leave this letter at your door

with a painting of you from my mind

you will never absquatulate me

your beaming smile will forever hide my crimes

the crime i define as- “loving a liar”

that unforgivable sin will bury in the past

and my idea of you will forever last

The Waiting Shore

three years of hell

three years of pain

three years of desertion

three years of lying to myself

“that someday your ship will arrive

on my shore now covered in weeds”

 

you set out on the seas

to look for your stolen peace

your memories growing over me

prisoner to who I have become

my eyes are starting to feel blurry

death is creeping upon me

The Weight of Your Silence

shattered your heart

something I never really dreamt of

deepen your scars

something I never really meant to happen

i wanted you to smile

and just look at me

but when you needed me

i burnt down your city

you never even smile

yet you never even became angrier

lack of emotions on your face

i still ponder, “how you feel?”

Haunted Midnights [Part-2]

in quiet of the nights

his demons comes out

and begin to rule over his mind

attacks are made

wounds re-open

and bleeding doesn’t stop

as he confront his demons

with his head high but knees on the ground

 

memories, promises

failed dreams, enemies

and 19 years of life

flash before his yes

everything start to pull his nerve

with screams so loud, a cursed man’s curse

his house is his grave

and there are cries in his silence

begging for help and lord’s forgiveness

Haunted Midnights [Part-1]

the clock pointing to midnight

the walls are coming closer and closer

i’m going mad

my biggest fears begins to rule over my mind

 

scared of my own thoughts

scared of voices that tells me to die

i would put my hands on ears

and close my eyes

 

the paper says “i’m depressed”

stuck between haunting midnights

a fight between life and death

have no clue where i shall seek shelter

Illusions of Tranquility

clouds cried in pain

and turned purple-pink

ataraxia is on the rise

the savior has arrived

to turn the blood moon

back to gray

 

was it all an illusion, a dream?

i opened my eyes

they are nowhere to be found

certainly a beautiful place to visit

to take away my pain

even if its just in a dream

In Chains of Blood

in the serene countryside,

he found himself on a cliff

caught in chains of blood

pushed to the edge by his father will

who wished he never existed

 

too depressed to scream it out

even the nature can't help him out

alive but hushed into a confinement

only to live scared of  new dawn

Blue: A Shade of Gray

in my boat with a knife

floating on a silent, blue sea

what a serene beauty

bewitched by the cursed one

my boat is drowning

the moment's grace to draw the knife

 

climbing up high to touch the clouds

gray mountains are challenging me

my leg slipped, i'm falling down

the moment's grace to draw the knife

 

for me blue is a shade of gray

happiness is an illusion

always ending up in the same old cage

where death keeps a hold on my thoughts

an inner turmoil that is never at peace

poetry i write,

from every dying fragment of me

Dear___afb

in search of closure,

I kneel on the ground

and pray to the god of sky

and ask him to take back gray

give me my blue sky

In search of solace,

I met a lot of travelers

With stories of unrequited love and

Hope for love in their eyes

 

The drought ended after 50 days

For to be back at my door in 5 days

A friendship built on love bond

The bond broke, I’ve nowhere to run

I turned into a ghost, never slept through the night

Cried all day long, a never ending torture

Without getting sight with tears in my eyes

Dull Reflections

sacrificed on the name of joke

became laughing stock of the group

my friends reflection in the mirror

appears rather dull than bright

 

rust entered in the open wounds

scars that cover my whole body

friend is a word to use with care

growing ivy does not make them rose

Savior I Seek

my dead silent heart

and covered in magoa

longing for something beautiful

that can lethe my pain

and set me free

 

a savior is all I seek

who can cast the right spell

who can revive a soul dead

who can fulfill promises

who can stop the rain red

Betwixt the Nature

betwixt the chaos and happiness

i'm feeling something

in the tranquil nature of wind,

in the tranquil sounds of birds

in the tranquil calmness of the pond

i see a reflection of mine

and hope for the eternal peace

to put out the fire

to challenge the eldritch figure

who has destroyed my home

 

i've been vexed by my haunting dreams

i've been vexed by the actions i take

each step i take feels like dying

each breathe feels like perishing

each thought feels like confined

time to quell this nearer or beyond the horizon

clouds of uncertainty surrounds this question

all i know is a place in my mind

where tranquility takes over my soul

Graveyard of Memories

i’m still at the same place

sitting by the same old lamp

where we penned

a tale, a poem, a song for the ages

while listening to same old music

 

in void of your voice

and the letters you used to fly

from your place

i’m wishing on every star

for a force to come by and tell me

is it over now or is it an illusion?

 

my mind is my graveyard

a death place of my happiness

that keeps stabbing daggers

by bringing back memories

 

i looked up your name

not once, twice or thrice

but thousands of time with my each cry

i see you’re doing good

by locking me in a cage

and throwing away in the sea with the key

leaving me to drown and die

The Gardener Who Uses Magic

in a dream

one full moon ago

i met a gardener

who lifted my curse

he took all my memories

and planted them as seeds

he then asked, “which to get rid of?”

i took a deep breathe

my hands started to shake

and heart beating like crazy

then i replied,

“stories i painted with my blood as ink”

“ash from their  stick to my skin”

after that,

all my memories grew out as different flowers

each with different, different meanings

he pulled out those memories

“who were sucking my blood and

burning my skin”

then i heard my sister’s yelling

and opened my eyes

only to realize

it was just another dream

that will never come true

Swan on Still Waters

I saw a white swan in the pond

Floating carelessly towards its aim

Then I saw myself in the same still water

I always pray for the same serenity

For the years to come in life

But within me

There’s a ravaging storm

Which cannot be helped

Even catharsis fails me sometimes

I try to calm myself breathing in and out

I speak words of wisdom by putting a hand on my chest

But I fail every time and so I end up crying

By raining all the poison out of my eyes

Talking to Memories

in a never ending dark room

i stand before your memories

the echoes of your laugh

the echoes of your jokes

fill up your void in this room

our mondegreen conversations

led us where I stand

talking to your memories

and tears full of regret

Decipher His Thoughts

i came across a case like historians

who failed to decipher scripts of old age

i failed to read his mind

who through his actions had put it on display

i failed to read his actions

 

kept his life locked behind the doors

never letting me in

and knowing

what he was going through

i foolishly

               tagged him

               blamed him

“for ruining our friendship”

 

the mizpah, the bond that kept us close

broke in an instant

bringing my world to an

“blackout”

my nights turned haunted again

the savior absquatulated me again

my ghosts began to rule over me again

leaving me in a state of despair

The Savior's Dawn

the old tale says,

“when the world turns upside down

the savior returns with a new dawn”

 

the battles that you once lost

will bury in the past

to be re-written as win

the pain that you once bore

will shed this time from your skin

and the love that once died

will bloom this time in a grand return

but I’m here waiting for it at the door

About- This a letter from this poet to all of you take a deep breathe and don't be sad about what you lost. Learn from your mistakes and keep fighting because who knows something good might be around the corner.

Freedom in the Starry Night

midnight and,

far from my town's bright light

in darkness of sky i find solace

in darkness of sky i seek freedom

i look at the glittery trail of stars

the satellites moving as if stars are racing

the Pleiades looking like a small ursa major

i lay my head on the grass

before fog comes to obscure my view

before its grayness takes all over me

i look at the stars, spot constellations

wishing if i could fly through them

wishing if i could go and visit a planet

wishing if a planet that can carry the weight

the weight of my emotions,

the weight that pulls me down on the ground

there's a freedom in the night sky

meant for dreamers, meant for believers

i want to dream, i want to believe

that i will be fine

midnight, and i run away from the town

to seek freedom in the starry night

About- Dear readers, there are not words enough to describe my love for stars, the planets and astronomy. Looking at the stars helps me calm myself down whenever i'm at my low so it's basically my escape from the chaos. There's a freedom in the night sky and you will find it if you search it.

Never to be Same

our inimical truths

our baleful words

have torn us apart

i stood for myself

you stood for yourself

i gave you signs

you gave me signs

but fate had other plans

now dark heart is all we have

with all its chambers full of detest

if I come to your door

you won’t open

if you come to my door

i won’t open

so we lost our love

to the hands of our fears

never to come back

never to be same

About- This poem is about someone with whom my friendship ended because of a misunderstanding between us and if you ask me do i miss that person then the answer is yes but if you ask me do i wanna be friends with them again, then the answer is NO. I gave my everything to reconcile, sent a thousand apologies and i'm not just saying thousand apologies, i did sent that many texts, mails to that one person. I don't want to be a prisoner to their memories.

Woven Memories

looking from my window

down the street

the children's playing cricket

& women's doing shopping

the loud screams of vendors

the loud noises of vehicles

i sit in my room

and watch it all happen

only to remember...

i was like those children's

my mother was like those women's

time pulled its dirty tricks

leaving me to count days alone

and taking my mother with him

far beyond the horizon

where my hands feel short

leaving me with memories

sown in my head

like a cloth woven from wool

About- This poem is about one of the most important person in my life whose void can never be filled by any person. I love and miss my mother so much. 

A Homeless Heart

you asked me, “how you’re doing?”

while pointing your gun on my head

when you could’ve brought some flowers

and said the same thing “you never felt like that”

i still would’ve forgiven you thinking,

you are still a kid figuring your feelings out

but you’re still in utter disbelief of my love

that crossed seas for you my love

 

now let me tell you how i am doing

tell you, “what your desertion brought me?”

summer went by without ‘summer love’

and fall full of depression

my eyes rained blood

and fog covered my whole world

with no place to call home

About- This poem is about getting betrayed by someone you loved but they failed to acknowledge your love for them. It can be about a friend, a lover, based on how you relate to it.

Dark Clouds That Heal

on a little evening walk

lost in my thoughts

wondering what others are up to

while i'm left behind,

crushed with my own thoughts

 

the sky turned dark

cool breeze begins to flow

peacocks are singing

trees are dancing

clouds are weeping

 

i'm completely soaked,

not moving at all

dark clouds that heal

i want to drown

to come out alive

About- I was inspired to write this poem based on what is exactly mentioned in the poem like i was soaked in rain when i was running because i was lost in my own thoughts. It is one of the poem that reflects my depressive period. 

Pen as Sword

i drew out my glittery pens

and turned them into swords

ready for the war

against their words and my thoughts

 

i pen down my feelings

in stories and prose

my ink like cannonballs

aimed at their high forts

 

not every pen can be turned into sword

not every sword can save you in the war

sometimes wish to be free from living is high

whether its eclipsed or blood moon night.

About- This poem is for all of you who are fond of writing because that is the only way you can let your emotions and anger out if you are being hurt by someone who you loved or even a group of people's whose views took over your own comfort. Writing is a way we can win fight against our haters and we're the winners.

Three Summers Ago

three summers ago

you appeared out of the mist

showed me love in gray

yet failed to shower color pink

 

three summers ago

you told me, “I love you”

but deserted me in the end

like I was your another bait

 

three summers ago

you expressed your affections

i never knew the feeling

now left me behind to feel those feelings

 

three summers ago

you caged me like a parrot

and I believed it was love

only to find it was heaven at first and hell in the end

 

dear readers,

don’t get caught in the traps laid

on the name of “heavenly love”

you are worth more than

those promises fake

scars that will hurt

About- This poem is for all of you who have been hurt by someone's evil plans because you never saw it coming from a person who was your home at your lowest.

Locked in Tower

adrenaline rush through his veins

beat like a drum races on a highway

shadow dissolved in dark corner of his room

his thoughts has consumed his refuge

 

lost in the battle against his own fate

laying down on the ground, wounded but can’t say

his cry for help never goes out of tower

held captive in cell of his brain

About- This poem is about when you feel like your anxiety has taken over your peace.

Celosia in My Garden

in my periphery

you arrived at my door

with your guns and cannons

i wondered why the uproar?

marched into my house with full force

and aimed your cannons at my door

to destroy my peace and drag me to the sea

the celosia in my garden still flourishing in the war

been through your drought, my undying love

i hate you to your face

but I love you in my silence

my friends called it a “a toxic affair meant to be crushed

either by fate or by your lover’s hand”

About- This poem is about loving someone even if hurts you and i know some of you might think its toxic but sometimes that's how the love is, for me.

Grand Plan of Escaping

on my desk

lays a plan grand

to escape from my town

and live in the valley

 

waking up to the sound of birds chirping

ending my day with a walk in the evening

at night, sipping tea by the fire

to falling asleep in the arms of my lover

 

i’ll watch, “trees shedding a part of them in fall”

i’ll watch, fog cover my ground”

i’ll watch, “rain pouring down”

i’ll watch, “green take over again”

and

i’ll watch my inner child heal

 

words from them won’t hurt anymore

looks from them won’t scare anymore

scars from them will stitch up this time

and they won’t be there anymore

About- have you ever felt like you don't fit in a certain group of peoples or feels like nothing seems to work out for you and everything is so torturous that you feel like dying? then this is just the poem you need to read that is my escape plan.

Whispers to September

dear september,

tell me, “you’ll be fine”

tell me, “you won’t bleed”

tell me, “your eyes won’t rain”

tell me, “your wounds will heal”

tell me, “you won’t be sad”

tell me, “this month won’t be same”

tell me, “it’s the happiest you’ll be”

tell me, “someone will love you”

tell me, “words won’t be shot at me”

tell me, “memories won’t haunt you”

tell me, “this time will be different”

tell me, “you will make memories”

tell me, “you won’t be deserted”

tell me, “ you won’t be depressed”

tell me, “you’ll be at peace and free”

About- It's not just a poem but a plea from September that i wish to be happy.