Sometimes, when i look back at the times when i actually wrote stuff on a paper, i am filled with nostalgia and dolorous. I no longer write poetry nowadays due to my hectic life. Life had been a tranquil lot those days. How can i write poems when i no longer have the time to be solitary?Uh, huh, i am not complaining but sometimes, deep inside it hurts.The last poem i wrote was "Waiting for the one" and it's one of my most favorite ones. Not many of my recent readers know that i write poems and so, i am giving you all a chance to read my most favorite ones and comment on them.I am showcasing some of my best poems and would love it if you could provide your feedback.I would appreciate critiques. Here's the showcase:
The first poem to be showcased is "Gazing at the horizon", my most favorite poem.
Gazing at the horizon,
not intrigued or captivated by it in anyway,
I began my journey to the place wholeheartedly chosen by me,
me and me alone.
I wanted tranquility,
that was all that mattered.
None would stop me on my way to freedom.
Lost in my own thoughts and looking aghast,
further went I.
Suddenly like the outburst of a volcano
tears of anguish fell down my cheeks.
I could bear it no longer.
People stared at me from time to time
looking intently, but I cared not.
where were they when I needed them?
Arms tightly linked,
gazing into each others's eyes endlessly whenever we were together,
we had had an aura about us,
an aura so blissful and so heavenly
But, ironically, a short lived one.
If only he had lived,
if only he had been eternal..
At times, we were united like the sand
that joins the wave that draws back into the sea..
I wanted to feel his warmth, for eternity.
The moment had come.
that's when I saw the slight bulge in my stomach
and prayed for my child.
Suddenly,I thought I was in heaven even before I died
when the baby started kicking,
For the first time after his death, I laughed
and life wasn't bitter anymore.
The next in line, is Angela.
ANGELA
Never once looking back,
Nor regretting my decision,
I made my way to the place
I’d long wanted to go.
“Never die on the way to the peak”
I told myself repeatedly,
As if it would matter.
I smiled and let out a hollow, dry laughter
Desperately trying to stop my mind
From thinking about my incorrigible and monotonous life.
I chuckled again when I thought that
I at least had my mind in control
If not my life.
I took one baby step at a time
Cursing my destiny and myself.
Tears glided along my cheeks
I couldn’t stop them, let alone control them.
I snorted, wishing there were incantations
To stop tears.
Even now, I wanted to say ”Cry? No, that’s not in my charts!”
But couldn’t.
I chided myself to close my eyes
When I “accidentally” peered down.
I reached the summit at last
Letting out a deep sigh.
All I had to do was count
And it came to me naturally
one after the other,
Which made me think of my kindergarten teacher,
Miss. Rose’s high-pitched voice.
Now, I seriously wonder if a person can think of stupid things and laugh
When he has decided to die!
That’s me, yep!”I’m one of a kind”
I said out loud, framing an epithet.
Just as I took a step forward did I hear the voice.
I turned back, nonplussed
And could see a child crying, almost sobbing.
I waved to her, smiling broadly.
I searched for a baby-sitter, couldn’t find one.
I laughed again.
Now,she wasn’t crying, nor was cackling.
She was gawking at me like a child would,
At an extra-terrestial.
I suppressed a grin and exactly knew what I should do
Under the circumstances.
Slowly retracing the steps,
Puffing and panting, went I.
She clung to me and I couldn’t help nuzzling her.
Now I knew, I wasn’t the one destined to die.
Isn’t it true that life takes many turns?
While my mind was jammed with all these thoughts,
Angela giggled merrily with her angelic face,
Pinching my nose.
The next is Unspoken words.Enjoy
Thinking about my life in the past,
I walked in solitude.
Suddenly, my eyes clouded,
when I thought about the difficulties, I faced.
For sometime, I stood looking at the beautiful ocean,
and was astounded by its vastness, for,
None I knew had a vast heart.
My very own people were disdainful.
The more I thought of it,
the more throbbing it was.
People had even shut me out of their lives,
at times.
But I didn’t cry, nor was disheartened.
Never was I going to let myself down,
at any cost.
Times changed, and destiny mended
my broken heart.
I succeeded at last.
I had never in my life, wanted people,
to pity me, just because
of my muteness.
Not only did I succeed in my goal, but,
Also understood that,
Unspoken words are always better than spoken ones
that could be piercing sometimes.
Next is Waiting for the one!The most recent one i wrote about a year back.
Lying comfortably on my back
And gazing intently at the moon,
I basked in the glory of the moment
Secretly wishing it would never end.
The stars, though ad infinitum,
Failed to amaze me.
My eyes were hypnotized by the enigmatic moon,
her graceful stance and her inexpressible delicacy.
I always thought stars were a mirage,
And they were just guarding the moon,
She, who always was in an abysmal solitude and misery,
Or so I thought.
Do they seem to worry lest the vulnerably delicate one should be held captive?
I was turning into a poet, alright.
The very idea made me laugh
And I struggled in vain to stifle a lopsided grin.
Her loneliness tore my heart.
And her brave posture evoked a sense of sympathy
for reasons I couldn’t fathom why.
I felt sorry for the knights, the faithful followers,
Who watched her over,
Wasting their time.
My eyes clouded over in compassion for the intrepid yet delicate queen
Who seemed to wait for the one.
The next poem, The melancholy eyes, is one of my favorites.
“Perfect”, cried he, with a victorious grin,
looking at my heavily made up face.
I knew not whether to laugh or cry,
when he kissed me on my forehead, chastely.
He had lost his wife
only a month before, in the hurricane Katrina.
He had not even attended the funeral.
Even to the extent of begging, went we,
but, he remained unyielding.
He had shed only a few tears at first
and as days passed on,
he did not seem to care what people thought of his indifference.
His miraculous handling of a person’s face
was something widely spoken of.
The entire filming was over and
the desired moment had come.
As I had expected, he was solitary,
perhaps living in his own world.
I poured out all my emotions and called him a ruthless man,
to which he simply smiled.
I had never seen so much pain in a person’s eyes
and his melancholy eyes told me what I wanted to know.
I died of shame that very moment.
Next is Midnight Whispers. A poem on love.
I still remember the words
“Do you know what you are to me, honey?” You began;
“The fragrance to the rose.
The myriad-colored glory of the sunrise
to the awakening sky.
The serene beauty of the moon
to the star-decked sky
or the sparkle of the waves
to the somber sea….”
you ended with a charismatic smile
stirring up the emotions in me.
The results were immediate.
The spell was broken in a matter of few minutes and you left.
As simple as that-
Your love saga still goes on and on and I care not,
but why, why did you do this to me?
No matter how eccentric this may sound but
I still love you.
One of my most favorite poems is Walking along the Seashore. It was written when i was pissed off over something.Here you go:
Walking along the seashore,
quite enjoying the beautiful sunset,
in solitude, I walked..
Even the sun wasn't pleased to see me,
for, he was suddenly setting so fast
letting me notice the dark clouds,
that suddenly appeared out of nowhere
covering him as fast as possible.
Anyhow I rejoiced for the reason that I loved rain
and simply loved getting drenched.
With the very never-ending expectations of humans, I looked up,
but much to my dismay, I found the fiery one,
gradually disappearing from sight
making the dark clouds beam with pride,
over their small victory.
Alas! They didn't at all know,
that he was more powerful than they were,
in all aspects..
Still, a victory is a VICTORY
Be it for minutes or years!
I was beginning to feel sure that it would rain
making me feel as if I were in heaven
and blissful and idyllic with
no materialistic people crowded there,
As on earth!
But everything proved wrong.
There was no rain, not even a single drop.
Hurting it was, to find that, even
nature disappointed me,
like any human soul does.
I waited for hours there like a fool,
not wanting to get disappointed and visualized
Tiny raindrops falling on my head,
With zeal and fanaticism.
Then I realized it was very late,
went from there with an aching heart.
Back home, I finally wanted to have forty winks,
after rendering from those thoughts..
I couldn't sleep, but cry
over yet another disappointment, I faced.
The next day I laughed at my habit
of crying over things,
that were of no importance.
but I didn't feel ashamed or unsophisticated,
for, I still reckon strongly that crying is,
the only powerful precious ornament that
adorns everybody, anytime,
Making us get transformed to
better individuals
by understanding human values.
Well, my first poem was "My gracious friend" . Wrote it in 2005.
Walking along the seashore,
quite enjoying the beautiful sunset,
in solitude, I walked..
Even the sun wasn't pleased to see me,
for, he was suddenly setting so fast
letting me notice the dark clouds,
that suddenly appeared out of nowhere
covering him as fast as possible.
Anyhow I rejoiced for the reason that I loved rain
and simply loved getting drenched.
With the very never-ending expectations of humans, I looked up,
but much to my dismay, I found the fiery one,
gradually disappearing from sight
making the dark clouds beam with pride,
over their small victory.
Alas! They didn't at all know,
that he was more powerful than they were,
in all aspects..
Still, a victory is a VICTORY
Be it for minutes or years!
I was beginning to feel sure that it would rain
making me feel as if I were in heaven
and blissful and idyllic with
no materialistic people crowded there,
As on earth!
But everything proved wrong.
There was no rain, not even a single drop.
Hurting it was, to find that, even
nature disappointed me,
like any human soul does.
I waited for hours there like a fool,
not wanting to get disappointed and visualized
Tiny raindrops falling on my head,
With zeal and fanaticism.
Then I realized it was very late,
went from there with an aching heart.
Back home, I finally wanted to have forty winks,
after rendering from those thoughts..
I couldn't sleep, but cry
over yet another disappointment, I faced.
The next day I laughed at my habit
of crying over things,
that were of no importance.
but I didn't feel ashamed or unsophisticated,
for, I still reckon strongly that crying is,
the only powerful precious ornament that
adorns everybody, anytime,
Making us get transformed to
better individuals
by understanding human values.
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