Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 8, 2013


Moods sway
Thoughts fade
Words wither
Only poems last

Friday, May 3, 2013


wild thoughts
flooding emotions
invading  vents
silent innuendos
words linger
devoid of utterance
lacking verses
Peeling dreams

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Bitter but better

Fighting it off ain’t easy
Can’t get you to change your thinking
shall alter my dreams instead
Throw it in the trashes
Ere the bruise deepens
Ere the dust settles
bitter though
yet all the better
for this imperfect heart

Friday, December 21, 2012

poetic graffitti

The pen gazes
at the sheet
plain and bare
stray thoughts loom
as I brood to write
the line squiggles
thoughts wander
ceasing oftentimes
I mull over
all over
the muse at large
I doodle

Monday, September 3, 2012

Poetic parturition

In the familiar urges of the mind
the musings of my heart tweaks
from the slumberous thoughts
that often evade the pensive vent
shapes the melody of the words
woven in eloquence of expressions
of rustling leaves and chirping birds
the unsung melody of wind chimes
the unchained beauty of rainbows
the crush for the charming face
the pains of the broken dreams
the joyous moments of happiness
and the saddened verities of life
vents out for a poetic parturition

Saturday, May 12, 2012

place perfect

I know a place
so quiet
with no one around
where I can sit
all alone
at full ease
in total  privacy
solitude aplenty
and vent
my pent up strains
so naturally
so freely
there is no place 
better than a toilet

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Hating tears helplessly

I hate tears
but what can I do
I can’t stop them
I can only let it flow
through the voids
of my desolate heart
Water my agony
till it dries up
my parched world

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

a little too late

Am I a little too tardy
to hail the new year
Did I bid the yester year
a courteous bye?
What about the resolutions
that all and sundry makes?
What have I been doing
all these days?

Hmm… I don’t know
I've woken up only now
Belated Happy New Year

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Paused musings

I’ve been rushed off my feet
off late
I’m running around
to catch full circle
hectically hustling
on tons demanding
my attention
wondering at life
offering many errands
that must be run
nonstop unto death
off to poems for a while
I shall not pen down the lines
When I shall be free
i shall catch my thoughts
and weave it in words
But for now
It’s paused musings

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

a hundredth poem

I have adored the elegance of the faces
Eulogized the undying glory of the graces
Even extolled the splendor of the rainbows
And lauded the symphonies of the gale
I have approved the ups and downs of life
in the many myriad musings of my heart
born of thoughts that amply  fluttered
in umpteen moods that pensively frayed
I have even crooned some oblivious tunes
often in lovelorn state of a forlorn heart
I have stolen glances and delved for words
And I shall yet acclaim the earthly dances
and not miss out the swiftly fading chances
But for now its an umpteen hundredth poem

Friday, August 5, 2011

Itched to write
A recluse of thoughts
lie entwined
almost lost
at the waking emotions
The heart craves
for an awakening
and ere the thoughts fade
I put my fingers to keys
have way with words
and throw together
Silly sentences
Failing often times
yet catching circle
in hungry air
My page fills
Searching eloquence
in expressiveness
A plain scribbler
that I am
and no less
for the itch to write

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Tears tell the tale

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When emotions run amok
and feelings go amiss
Sorrows saturate into tears
Venting an out-pour
Tears wet the eyes
drowns the heart
Every teardrop
Has its story to tell
Every tear fall
Falls heavy with a pain
and breaks a sweet dream

Tears don’t move some hearts
cold and void of warmth
Some hearts don't perceive
the depth of words
I won't lament my tears
Let it flow to hollow abyss
of regrets and remorse
Let hearts break
and dreams fade
I won’t care
Life is a paradox
Tears don’t move hearts
Tears are thinner than blood

Thursday, July 28, 2011

A Dog Poops

A bastard pooch
son of a bitch
squats on all its fours
in perfect symmetry
fore limbs locked
hind limbs Z shaped
retaining the stability
absorbing the  shock
its spine curled in an arch
perchance for easy discharge
shoulders held back
head looking from side to side
ensuring no rear obstructions
ears drooping low, tail erect
eyes almost closed
and so poops out its crap thus

The holy shit
in all its glory
like a sausage
almost mouth watering
hot and fresh
grilled and tanned
peeps out just a little
retaining itself almost inside
the homely intestines
refusing to budge
and gush out the anal door

The fanged canine toils
shitty faced and  spent
struggles it all out
tasking all adipose
from head to the toes
and yet all the while
just a piece  droops out
and hangs precariously
the stray vagabond
in all its uneasiness
in all difficulty struggles
fighting against
an everyday process
so easy otherwise
but failing this time
It prays and probably thinks
“Come on shit, fall out fast
for heaven’s sake
Spare me
Spare my sphincter”
Can’t someone help
the poor soul
out of the crappy misery?

Monday, July 11, 2011

I toiled my efforts
often soiling my hands
stacking piles of sands
arduously, patiently
with gentle caring touches
in mere playfulness
against every force
bringing the mounds down
not withstanding 
the slightest annoyance
and  as I labored
over and over again
the piles of sands mound to shape
a  beautiful castle breathes alive
My Taj Mahal is up
I am amused at my creation
and gaze spellbound
at the wonder of the genesis
when the waves break on the shore
unannounced, uninviting
and rolls back momentarily
leaving my castle ruined

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Distant stars

Invisible winds
Wretched thoughts
A careless journey
Unavoidable truths
And the distant stars

Monday, June 20, 2011

Who am I?

You called me
A bore
A dimwit
What names
Have you not called me?

was it out of love?
A jest of mockery
or in  a tint of anger
Never mind the names
Just tell me
Who am I actually?
Have I lost my identity?