Saturday, 1 October 2016

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.

Thursday, 29 September 2016

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.

Thursday, 25 August 2016

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.

Saturday, 13 August 2016

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.

Friday, 12 August 2016

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!

Friday, 1 July 2016

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.