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.

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.

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.

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.

If you guys ever want to have an in depth conversation with me regarding life or my poetry please do contact dstriker2654@gmail.com

Years Down The Lane

Years down the lane,
I find my life on a single plane,
That angle of my life I had to sacrifice,
To give my hopes and dreams a feeling suffice.

Those strenuous hours and hard days,
When my mind was far from the games of mud and clay,
When my life was just beads of blood,
That dripped as I toiled down my road.

Oh! The tiresome hours I spent,
To find and reach a dream so hard to be lent,
Those tears I shed to follow the path of all,
That I forgot to hear the call.

The very call of my heart,
That tune of symphony,
Which hummed my beloved desires,
To follow the dreams so close to me,
To follow the path that none could,
and to strive and beat the world.

For then would my heart calm,
For then would my eyes forsake the tears shed.

Update #3: Romance

"Each beat a melody, each melody a romance, each romance lasting a lifetime."
What is romance? Is it just a thing, is it desire, is it a mirage, an illusion, a trick played to the eyes or is it a true event, soul changing and lasting for a lifetime.
As I have mentioned in my earlier updates I am more of a person who like's to observe the many things that happen around me. I have observed quite a lot of people through my 21 years of life and one of my favourite one's to observe are "lover's". They have a unique hymn in between them that is always quite clear to the third eye but oblivious to them.
It is a happy event to see 2 people get together, but it is gut wrenching when you know the two people yourself and you know that this probably will not work.Even though you still believe that this is their own choice, their own life and stand afar hoping and praying that this works out just fine, and hoping for a good life for both these souls.
Many of you guys reading might be wondering whether I am in a relationship myself, well no, not yet. Even though I have not yet been in one does not mean that I have never faced rejection's or been in a pseudo relation. As I said before romance may be a fleeting moment or a thing that lasts a lifetime.

Carpe Amorem (Seize love)
There will be moments in life where you will see that glint in your crush's eyes. That glint that says I like you. In such situations I have only one thing to say to you Man up, go forward in that situation  and finish it off then and there because if you leave that moment and don't seize it then you are deleting yourself a whole timeline where you could potentially have been the most happiest couple.
Do not be afraid of the rejections, go forward and tell the stuff you want to tell, do not be afraid of the rejection because once you tell it, you would feel as if a whole load has been taken off your back, trust me on this one.
All in all you have expressed yourself and now it's their turn. Whether or not the answer is positive you should not regret because at that very moment you know for yourself what their feelings are towards you. You have done your part and they have done their's, now move on with your life because if they don't think you are cool then to heck with it, that's their opinion because wherever you go in the world you are you and the world's filled with all kinds of people. You will one day or the other find your true homie, so do not go sulking all day long.
I am going to stop the update on this note that I found in a Chinese novel
"The farthest distance known to man/woman is to stand in front of you, right next to you, yet not know I love you."

Aviary: Anguish Of A Withered Soul

I know what a caged bird feels, Alas!
Squatting in its wretched perch,
A being chiseled out of clay,
Longing for the day she can fly to the blue.

Each day the longing envelopes,
As she looks for the very clue,
The clue of her life that's waiting to lurk,
As the predator turns to its toes.

She knows as all caged birds do,
That one day she will flee,
And with that freedom she will glee,
As onwards to the sky she shall glide.

The wind shall hit her,
As she sails through the storms,
The smooth tidings and the heavy rain's,
She shall brave them all.

Longing for that happiness,
Beating her wings determined to be free,
She beats till her blood sheds on the bar,
She beats till it stains with her tears.

She awaits for the very day,
Knowing not whether she would attain,
That one thing she longs for,
Alas! I know what a caged bird feels.

Traffic: The Rush Hour

Peeping out through my window,
I find nothing but chaos,
People running helter- skelter,
for they have no time to waste.

Chores over in the blink of an eye,
By beings of magic,
A swish of the wand,
A click and all in right place.

Competition- Life's a race,
The first to finish in a fast pace,
Is said to be the successful one,
Is said to be the great one.

But man, what about the last,
What about him/her you ask?
Why leave your brethren there,
It's human values to help other's.

So stop,stop for a minute,
Think back,
Try to help, Try to pause,
For then you would notice.

The beauty your life is,
The beauty it would have been,
if you had left the past,
And forgotten about the future,
And stayed in the present.

For then you then you would have stopped,
Stopped and helped those you simply passed,
Thinking they are nothing but scum,
Thinking their hums- tuneless,
not worth, nor praisable.

For then you would have noticed,
Noticed even the smallest things and be contended,
A smile booming in that face,
The smile being a true one, blessed and heartfelt.

Saga: The Story Continues

Travelling onwards the wagon of life,
Staring into the blackness; the unknown,
Like a lions jaw mawing over,
Waiting on as if deaths scepter ready to sow.

The wait being a mind bending torture,
Sometimes like a kids game; fun,
Other times a lover's symphony,
And finally things that crack you.

For one to grasp acknowledgment and peace,
For the heart kindled through fire,
One has to see the future,
Beheld by the palms of destiny.

Too many paths unbridled,
Every one worthy of the kin,
But emotions over adventure,
As one regards the sins.

As each choice unfolds,
Timelines come to a shift,

As the picture finally unreels,

Drama of a new scene begins.

Each scene's essence a true beauty,

A mixture of emotions ridden,

A surging tide passes through,

As one battles his hidden.

Life's choices are meant to be,

Each second a forlorn story,

Like a leaf flipping over,

Each moment can begin anew.

As the Saga: The Story Continues.