Finding way

Long am I lost,

The path in front of me,

May lead to the heathens of fire,

May lead to the wisps of heaven.

Long have I lost,

What I have held dear to me,

Children and mothers with hearty lovely smiles,

Torn apart to erect the new facade.

Long am I lost,

Toiling away in a rhythmic drone,

Lives trenched away by the so called superior race,

All for a tirading tyrants tempestuous taste.

Long have I lost,

The people that I left behind,

To save the ones who have fled with me,

Scraping and scavaging any opportunity for a new life.

Long am I lost,

Looking forward in this rail tracks,

To the land beyond,

To freedom, to my new kingdom.

Long am I lost,

But I hope I have found,

A new land and a new promise,

And all the courage to free the others left.

This poem was inspired by the hopeful and desperate escape of the Jews from the train to the concentration camps. We as the generation that succeeds the Tyranical dictator who oversaw the sad genocide should remember painful past and prevent any such ordeals to come past us in the future, for we are responsible for all that may lead to our further generations wellbeing. Learn more about the holocaust trains in the given link: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attack_on_the_twentieth_convoy

Savage Summer Solace

I roam around these lush lands,

Seeking for something bereaved,

Of wilderness and the nature's touch,

And the unnatural serenity of the hunters path.

I roam around these lush lands,

Hoping to fulfill what once was,

Of the dreams of a little boy,

Running through the lands in joyous harmony.

I roam around these lush lands,

Humming to a tune so foriegn,

Of the land before times of sorrow,

And the time of the wild wild nature.

I roam around these lush lands,

Seeking to find the lost fauna,

Of animals and plants going extinct,

Kneeling in penance to my future kin.

I roam around these lush lands,

The distant future but a hopeful thought,

Of children playing and discovering something anew,

For we are but mother natures fledglings.

I roam around these lush lands,

Planting seedlings everyday with hope,

Of nature's might to bloom once more,

To see Gaia's true beauty once more.

Chained

Staying still by this hill,

These invisible invincible intangible chains,

Roped around my neck, my hands, my feet, my breast,

Suffocating until tunnel visions all that's left.

Through this endeavor of peaks claim,

Going through these rigorous fires,

Pierced by these kinsmen's serrated glasses,

Dodging fusillades to reach my hopes end.

Through searing eyes of mock do I pass,

Into the abyss do I fall,

Never to wake up,

Never to dream.

Doubt and frustration call out as old friends,

In a tavern do we whirl,

In a frenzy of mad turns,

To spend the night with crazed baggy eyes.

Oh my chains how I wish,

To break from you to reach out,

Hold onto the horde identity,

To take the path commonly advanced.

Alas am I chained by myself,

The keys to which I swallowed,

Hope I find my words; my tongue,

Ingenuity to break through my own failures.

Unseen

I am lost in the sea,
Trying to break from reality.

I am stuck in the dark,
While the world precieves the light.

Gone in this forlorn path,
Dived deep in this shallow pool.

Heart sinks while pride gloats,
Shalt I not leave this reality?

Why this thorn filled path,
Why this heart breaking scene.

The fear of being left behind,
Unable to climb right back up.

Am I the backdrop among people,
Am I the unseen,
The unforseen in this life,
Judged for the things not done,
Judged for the things the heart desires.

Transcendent Love

The stars twinkled in her eyes tonight,
As she grasped onto the memories so bright,
Each day looking past herself,
Onto the tiny tot that smiled aloof.

She pushed past her tiredness,
She rushed past her pain,
Each day each night she looked on,
With a face full of bliss at her child.

Her child; her life's love,
Her true love at first sight,
She reared him for 9 months,
Looking past the birth pain.

At last he arrived; her child,
Ah! What a miracle of life,
She looked mesmerized at her son,
Onto her beautiful creation.

She reared him in care,
Taking care of all his needs,
She remained silent in the shadows,
For her sons happiness she prayed.

She stayed with him through and through,
She watched the tiny tot grow and grow,
Her little baby now a man,
Stands before her for her blessings.

She watched him rush past for work,
For he had his own family of four to feed,
She watched him rear his own child,
And saw a reflection of herself in him.

She smiled blissfully,
She smiled contendly,
For she had reared a child,
For she had reared a wonderful human.

A human who knew the truths of life,
Who viewed things with kindness,
One who became a wonderful husband and father,
One who became a wonderful son.

Onto the stars she stared tonight,
Unreeling the scenes of her life,
Blissfully smiling at her past,
Sitting aloof under the stars.

The Capsuled Prisoner

A poem about modern life

The ticking clock of the morning bell,
The ringing chimes of this timed cell.

Tired bodies dragged across the hall,
For you wonder what has caused this fall.

The roads split as the blossoms bloom,
A canned stomach as a morning gloom.

Trudging through this beaten path,
Lost have I, my youths hearth.

Like a hunted prairie dog on sprint,
I have longed for the end of my stint.

But alas this is what it takes,
To feed mouths or turn into flakes.

This timed cell of wonder,
With high pressure and no blunder,
Catches one by storm,
Ending one's life along with the swarm.

Con Man

This is a poem from a girls perspective, for those people who think that their 'love' was fake. For those people that think that they were cheated.

Con Man

He came upto me in a storm,
With charisma, style and what not,
A charming man was my fantasy,
But, Ah! is he the one?

Time & time he seized control,
Feigning a dream so close,
He caught my heart in his palms,
As I lost my very stance.

Whispering things into my ears,
As giggles popped out,
Each time he said a word,
Shivers ran down my spine.

We talked we shared,
We lost control,
As promises were made,
Of a future so distant-close,
It could be held by my hands.

We got close- we got far,
Over a span of 2 weeks,
You got distant into the storm,
As I truly lost my signal.

Oh! What have you done to me,
My very little being,
For you have taken over me,
By creeping up in my thoughts.

What was I to you,
What did I mean,
Was I but a voodoo doll,
To play to your well tuned dream.

Like a rag doll put aside,
destroyed was my feelings,
Like a cigarette butt,
Was I put 'lights out'.

You are but a con man,
Lying through the way,
Making & taking things of ours,
That shouldn't be the same.

One fragile heart was cracked open,
By those nefarious hands,
Oh! For I have sinned,
For closing into your land.

This lil one will never be the same,
For I have gone through storms,
Oh nefarious lil devil,
You should watch out,
For I'll brew up a storm.

A Tempest Of Sorts

Wind of the solitude,

Streamed for a breeze,

The calm bequeaths me,

As I envision the storm.

There lying before me,

A child yells for his mother,

As people huddle,

For they have lost their sole will.

It has struck fast,

A tempest of sorts,

Taking away our land,

And away our very brethren.

Breeze after breeze,

Hitting harder as time passes on,

Oh! please stop my Lord,

For we cannot move on.

Into the eye of the storm,

I hear wails on and on,

As I see people getting flung around,

Oh my! What is this state we are on?

Oh! Ravicious wind please smooth on,

Please forgive us if we have done wrong,

Leave for the far away,

As it is hard for us to leave all.

Trashing our ancestral land,

We cannot tread on,

Because connected are we with this fine land,

That has given us our own.

As time passed on,

And the dust swept by,

I then saw what was left behind,

Heaps of bodies mistaken as trash,

Thrown askew in despairs form.

Ah! This is not the dream I envision,

For in my sight and my vision,

I see a future of peace,

Not drugged with misery.

But alas! Man doth art know thy mistakes,

The path thy treaded on,

Briddled with mistakes and further storms,

Being unable to conquer all.

Try to unite as one,

Cultivate this harmonious symphony,

Be one with nature's form,

For then you would hear this heart's beat.

For then you would hear the nature's beat,

That has skipped through generations,

To be one with those destined,

With a green thumb and a beauty of a mind,

To be one with those destined,

To save what is left of a crumbling heart.

Reflected Shades

The vastness reflected in his eyes,
As he stared on to the ocean,
An amalgamation of water,
Like his very emotions depth.

Each droplet with its own shade,
Like a beautiful melody; an emotion,
With its own strike of the mellow,
Making its way to the ocean

Every trickle of water,
Every rush of the river,
A strong force rising past the dam,
Making its way to the ocean.

Buried land, buried homes,
As the water rushes through,
Beyond the routine path of heathen,
As the disastrous rain rams through.

The destination struck by the water,
Wreathing havoc as it passes on,
The beautiful pavements are dyed in,
A shade of red with a tinge of blood.

Each shade of the amalgamation,
Flow through in coherence,
The blue being the silent one,
A time of happiness and peace.

Until the shade darkens,
As the depth increases,
Swallowing the land,the animals,
As life turns devoid above the shore.

The shade of green; of jealousy,
Brings forth wonders to behold,
Each time with beautiful springs,
Each time bringing food to one's mouth.

Long past the setting sun,
The shades condense to one,
As the man is seen,
Still staring onwards the bountiful ocean.

Bedazzeld

I met a girl with a mischievous smile
Whose smile glinted with life
A touch of light and a touch of darkness,

Into the unknown do you lie.

You brought forth storms in me,
Waging wars in my heart,
My mind says 'heave ho!',

While my heart comes to an embarrassing stop.

Each day do you provocate me,
Building desires over the seas,
But your love is hard I see,

For the drone of love has bequeathed me.

Flown into the ranging storm,
Sunk beneath the forlorn,
Happily married did I see,

But never crossed paths now; did we?

Each romance a melody,
Each melody a symphony,
But where art thou,

And where am I.

Forever alone shalt I be,
Hiding in this crooked shell,
Thinking blossomous thoughts,

Never to be held.

For I shalt be who I am,
And you shalt be you,
If ever cross paths do we,
Let destiny intertwine our paths.

Smile

Here's a simplistic poem ~ Smile

Every eye wishes to meet one,
The one beauty that looses to none,
Every one possess you,
But rare do you give a clue,
Sly, fun, seductive, chill or simply happy you may seem,
On occasions bursting out of your cage,
The cage restricted by your own mind,
Rarely let out despite your ego.

Each day are you haunted by the pressures,
The pressures that afflicts each being,
As the passage of time passes onwards,
Sadness and gloom is your enemy,
Don't cry and go to your nanny,
As difficult times may come and go,
But keep a smile through and through!

Grandpa

This is a simple hearted poem that I wrote when my grandfather passed away. This poem is one of the ones that inspired me to pursue poetry as a hobby and the heart's atonement.

Grandpa

I know that you are watching over me,
from stars up and about,
I know that you care for me,
For I feel your eternal love,
Grandpa why did you leave me,
Is it to go to your ancestral abode.

Our talks were needless of words,
For you knew me as a lad,
Toddling past your busy path.

Gramp's I don't know when I will meet you again,
Whether in this life's end or the next one,
Just know that I will always love you.

The Deserter

This is a woeful tale of mine,
A tale of a deserter,
Long lost into the abyss,
Long lost from my heir.

Sunny shines and sunny dreams,
A happy house of five,
Was rudely awakened by a miss,
That turned my tale to woe.

She ensnared my head slowly,
Whispering wicked things to me,
Slowly reaching into me,
Was her naked thoughts and shares.

She slowly gave me things,
That I could not comprehend,
In her confident eyes did I see,
Desires that I thought long lost.

Reaching out into me,
She took me from my heir,
Fearful thoughts crept up to me,
Because God was she a snare.

Each day, each night she texted me,
Whispering that she loved me,
Rudely awakened was I from this fantasy,
As my child and her mother found our case.

Each day, each night I fought with thee,
Creating cracks in this sanded stream,
For I had forgotten this sanctuary,
Of our very life's beat.

O' Lecherous snake here'dth thee,
Stay away from me,
Me, my wife and my children,
Should stay stay away from your bay.

This evil creature that ensnared me,
Thou art be punished in hell,
How will I make up to my wife my children,
As I stay in this den.

This is a woeful tale of mine,
A tale of a deserter,
Long lost into the abyss,
Long lost from my heir.

Awakening From A Dream

I saw a dream,
A dream I held close,
A family of five humming,
The melody of a song of love.

The dream portrayed a swan,
That was being chased by a crow,
For it held desires within,
The life of expectancy.

The dream enclosed of holding hands,
Being happy and in bliss,
Of a sage and a beauty,
Entitled the world's harmony.

As the dream shone light upon,
Dark storms past,
The quarrels subside,
As smiles dawned on them both.

The dream spoke of a hero,
Chivalric in his ways,
Rescuing his beloved,
From her horror pasts.

It showed of him tall and stout,
As he stood in front of her parents house,
Standing before the titan; her father,
Was he brave enough to ask.

He asked for her hand; his beloved,
For they were as close as one,
The times surged past,
As the clock struck thrice.

The dream resolved to be reforged again,
It showed of a humble house,
Surrounded by a meadow in the blue,
Where laughter and giggles chimed by.

The dream showed tiny tots,
Alike yet so different,
Naughty as the children of the past,
They circled their parents whose face was with glee.

As I was immersed into the dream,
Thunder struck and the dream shattered,
Ah! I have awakened,
But Oh these shackles; my burdens.

At a time I needed most,
All was naught as it never reciprocated,
Leaving behind this old shell,
Leaving behind a heart lost.

Awakened am I from this dream,
The dream albeit beautiful one,
Pity the soul,
And pity the living,
As one regresses the lot.

Wavelength

This is a poem that I wrote in a very desperate time of my life, the things that have ultimately lead me to be what I am now. You may make of it whatever you want.


Wavelength

And I found myself writing,
It's all about the calculations,
I am just a varied wavelength,
Not suited for anyone approval;

So strike: strike down tribulation lightning,
For thou art on the 7th cloud,
For as a castaway do you stay,
on an island not at people's bay.

Down: down with the wreath do they send you,
Dawned with a face singed with an evil grin.

Oh! Why do you find yourself crying,
Hiding your tears,
Flapping  desperately in this endless abyss,
Forever alone shall you remain: as such.

What, Oh! just what went wrong here,
People trying desperately to be the same,
All wavelength tuned to one,
All the magic answered through the same damn call.

Until you are just one....
One with the matrix.

A person playing by the games rule,
Knowing not the bliss your soul desire,
Finding your path hard to deviate,
Finally leading your progeny past the same lane.

For thou art afraid,
Afraid of the deviation,
Afraid that even they might hurt and shatter,
Shatter like the beauty glass you were.

Impertinent Death

Lingering by the shadows,
Giving fear to all,
Making one fall,
Every day you come and go,
Taking life at a go.

To heaven or hell you decide,
No one knows where you reside,
Some say it is an eternal sleep,
While other's stay behind and weep.

An ominous surrounding around death's bed,
As men and women clad in black circumjacent,
No voice raised out loud,
As children and elders pray to the profound.

For each one know's not,
What lies beyond this curtain of life,
For each one wonder's,
About the death looming over one's head.

As the black sceptre encroaches,
Staying above one's shoulder's
By a thread that's ready to snap,
Alas without a moments word.

 The weeping one's stay behind,
With reminiscent thought's in their eyes,
For they have lost a person close to them,
A beloved father, mother or friend,
A relative that was close at hand.

Death a being of tragedy,
But hopeful prayers follow as a devotee,
To the one that passed away,
For a better life for their way.

Farmer's April

April is a month of heat waves in the equatorial countries and one's by it which makes life for the one's who truly feed us, our dear farmer's life miserable. I read time and again about farmers committing suicide because their crops fail them. Because they cannot sustain their own or their families life. Now let's make this post global to aware the authorities around the world the plight of the true breadwinners 'the farmers' and make them take an initiative to help them.

Farmers April

To what purpose April do you return again,
This month has always given me pain.
Standing there mocking me my crops fail,
It gives me sadness that I can only wail.

This desolate fortitude of land,
That has turned into a pile of sand,
Stares back at me in mirth,
As it turns into hopeless dearth.

Every day I toil around,
To see the land a bit more browned,
With my hopes up do I work again,
To turn around what is now a bane.

For this month of my sleeps terror,
Has led me back again further,
With death mocking me as my crops fail,
To what purpose April do you return again?

Update #4: Ravages Of Time

Time.... A great spectrum of undefined vastness. Every being lives in it, goes by its flow and submerges into it. People get by day to day without realising and ravishing the beauty called time. As each second passes by, as each moment drifts off, one does not simply realize the essence that is lost forever. People always say that there is time, I will do this or that tomorrow, I  have plenty of time, when they do not realize that they never are the sole governors of time. Time is a sovereign that puts its law in front of us, abide and be successful, ignore and get into the infinite loop of maya (illusion). The world is said to be an illusion, it is especially true for the procrastinators for they do not see the world for what it truly is. They go day by day postponing things that had to be done at moments where it was essential, and ultimately fail to realize and do so.

Time.... It passes by us like a leaf on a stream of water, gentle and ever flowing but once it passes by us you never get that opportunity to catch by it again. My Geography teacher had once told me "Time and Tide once lost can never be with again". It is a profound aspect of mystery that he shared with me that day. I had gone into a in depth study of time at that moment and realised that yes, what he said is true. Time is a aspect that takes away one's innocence, ravages past your feelings, make's you grow and then ultimately merges you with earth. Time always show you the truth, be it now or 10 or 50 years later, time always tell the truth. The beat of a wing by the butterfly or giving birth to your child or sending your daughter away in marriage may be the most beautiful thing that you may have witnessed but do think what if you were not there at that moment, what if you could never have been part of that essence.

Time.... An infinite mystery there within. We perceive time in our standards, our measurements and to our liking. We perceive time as the sun and moon revolves. We start to perceive them from birth to death. But in any moment have you stopped to think, what is time, what it has done to you?
So now stop for a moment and take this brain storm session to the peak by thinking how you can ultimately manage this limited amount of time you have , in comparison to the vast amount of your ancestors or future generation. Think how meaningful you can make your life. How much you can enjoy the essence of beauty that surrounds you.

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100 Faces

The man with 100 faces,
Passes through the town in a daze,
As people enquire about thee,
Will they find no history.

The face changes time to time,
Situations arise and subside,
No one knows your true face,
Or your murderous gaze.

Fickle or sweet thy decide,
As he changes his face,
Like a scene from a dream,
Fast and ever changing is his face.

A sneer behind that infamous mask,
Plotting for the next act,
Smiling and deceptive at all times,
Until the tiger has pounced and attacked.

Sweet you may feel he is,
Soft hearted you may say,
When truly frozen is he,
Iced from head to toe.

It as hardships thy say,
That changed him into the beast,
But pray tell innocence,
Are thou a simple being mutated.

As the 100 faces he possess,
Turn around and escape thy wonder,
Is it a poor soul or a vicious beast,
Behind this sweet mask that he possess.

A Livelihood Ode

Fun am I not,
Detailed am I very,
A few perks here and there,
With a heart soft to touch.

Lonely is my soul,
Long do I for company,
Assassins of words and looks do murder me,
Leaving none back to reside.

Destroyed like a rag doll,
Pitying on my feelings,
A crisp that shall break,
Forever to be apart.

Onward shall look the onlooker's,
Miserable as they truly are,
A livelihood ode to many,
Oh! do they guard their hearts.

Lies and deceit do I see,
Honour bound none again,
"Where did thou go my knight!" do they say,
When the chivalry is right in front of their eyes.

The heart keeps on burning,
Lighting like it's on bees wax,
Ablaze goes all the feelings,
Until a stony residue stays back.

A mask of deceit shall they wear,
Prying on the onlookers,
For nothing resides back in,
Their hearts and their souls.

For the innocence like a dew drop,
Born with a radiance,
Not to know the hour of its essence,
to be meddled with the earth again.

'Heartless' the onlookers say,
Not knowing about the shriveled heart,
Ignorant about the damage they caused,
Until its too late to turn back again.

Until the poor soul has fallen into the depths again,
Without air,
Without a gasp,
Asphyxiated are they go down that hole.

Some crack under the pressure and raid for the mask,
Some on the other hand,
Oh! do goes for the heavenly abode,
Without as much of a thought as the wisp of flame disappears.

 Some again turn and become invisible,
Their eyes soulless,
Negligent about their surroundings,
Living their lives with a heavy heart.

Their talents unnoticed and untapped,
Their essence unappreciated,
While all uselessness is put up stage front,
Cheers Oh! do go to such ones.

And so on goes the livelihood ode,
A dark tale of mine or yours,
All throughout life do remember,
It is your choices,your words,
Stay back and be held back.

The world is a marshy land,
with none to spare an eye,
Treasure what you have,
Hold them close,
For once even that's lost,
What else do you have........?