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Poet Introduction
Just a passer-by. Not a poet.
.......
my mate
once said
"for me every color's grey
in the shadows is my stay"
and that's where
it
is heading
those that know a bit
very well know
that
obscurity is my muse
it's time!
once said
"for me every color's grey
in the shadows is my stay"
and that's where
it
is heading
those that know a bit
very well know
that
obscurity is my muse
it's time!
1289 reads
city of a solitary dweller
long time
the alleys bustled
long time
the madman hustled
desert was
always a desert
till it gained a city
of a solitary dweller
the mad man lay
looking skywards
till sand blanketed him
and then
the sand itself was blanketed
by the ocean
as it moved in
the desert
remained a desert
only worse
this time
of water
and sand
and when he opened his eyes ...
the alleys bustled
long time
the madman hustled
desert was
always a desert
till it gained a city
of a solitary dweller
the mad man lay
looking skywards
till sand blanketed him
and then
the sand itself was blanketed
by the ocean
as it moved in
the desert
remained a desert
only worse
this time
of water
and sand
and when he opened his eyes ...
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14 Comments
She! the one with blemish on her forehead
She
the one
with blemish on her forehead
marked thick
by her addiction to inflict conflict
on her own soul
addict she became
of the fake and paradox
a perennial agitator
with a soul of a ballerina
dancing alone with the flames
of the remnant ammunition
from her last battle with love
with frost covering her hair
it is easy to be fooled
into thinking she ain't the one
whom people call a hothead
she
the endless servant
to the earthborn
bathed in waters murky ...
the one
with blemish on her forehead
marked thick
by her addiction to inflict conflict
on her own soul
addict she became
of the fake and paradox
a perennial agitator
with a soul of a ballerina
dancing alone with the flames
of the remnant ammunition
from her last battle with love
with frost covering her hair
it is easy to be fooled
into thinking she ain't the one
whom people call a hothead
she
the endless servant
to the earthborn
bathed in waters murky ...
988 reads
10 Comments
If I don't write with spirit then tell me what should i write
जोश में ना लिखूं तो क्या लिखूं
जज़्बात छिपा लिखूं तो क्या लिखूं
ज़िंदगी के दरमियाँ हैं मास'अले...
जज़्बात छिपा लिखूं तो क्या लिखूं
ज़िंदगी के दरमियाँ हैं मास'अले...
1044 reads
24 Comments
yes! she's alive
and she has proven
she's got a life
from under a boulder
she proved she can breathe
her proof of free will
is now complete
at some point in future
she will look back
she did right? hell yeah
will pat her own back
she's got a life
from under a boulder
she proved she can breathe
her proof of free will
is now complete
at some point in future
she will look back
she did right? hell yeah
will pat her own back
1083 reads
16 Comments
blase
no
not blase
just focused
on
other matters
that matter more
than little stuff
like
own life
no
again wrong
no heroes here
just
someone affixed
to priorities
priorities
like lives
of others
others
like
other living beings
living
and trying
to live
lives
in peace
rather than
in pieces
blase
is for
glory chasers
and
trail blazers
both
absent here
'cept blazing trials
and...
not blase
just focused
on
other matters
that matter more
than little stuff
like
own life
no
again wrong
no heroes here
just
someone affixed
to priorities
priorities
like lives
of others
others
like
other living beings
living
and trying
to live
lives
in peace
rather than
in pieces
blase
is for
glory chasers
and
trail blazers
both
absent here
'cept blazing trials
and...
1019 reads
14 Comments
No regrets
if i die tomorrow
i have no regrets
for life has indeed
been an incredible
experience
blessed was i born
and blessed was
i stayed throughout
i do not believe
in reincarnation
but do believe
things happen
for a reason
reason for my blessings
i am yet to find
i have no regrets
for life has indeed
been an incredible
experience
blessed was i born
and blessed was
i stayed throughout
i do not believe
in reincarnation
but do believe
things happen
for a reason
reason for my blessings
i am yet to find
899 reads
Barefoot
there's something about
walking bare feet
on red earth
be it
after the rain has fallen
or just dry red dust
no Adidas or New Balance
can match
the connection
i still fondly remember
the childhood runs
bare feet
be it a sprint with my brothers
or running up to bowl
a fast delivery
or between the wickets
scratches, split skin
tiny wounds
they all felt painful then
but not without some sweet
pleasures
thoughts of childhood
always induce nostalgia
and a sense...
walking bare feet
on red earth
be it
after the rain has fallen
or just dry red dust
no Adidas or New Balance
can match
the connection
i still fondly remember
the childhood runs
bare feet
be it a sprint with my brothers
or running up to bowl
a fast delivery
or between the wickets
scratches, split skin
tiny wounds
they all felt painful then
but not without some sweet
pleasures
thoughts of childhood
always induce nostalgia
and a sense...
1040 reads
16 Comments
ignorance is a bliss
I peed under the tree
called poetry
not knowing
it was sacred
when she smiled at me
was blissfully
unaware
it was hatred
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Author's Note: Title should suffice
called poetry
not knowing
it was sacred
when she smiled at me
was blissfully
unaware
it was hatred
© KDAmB 2017. All rights reserved.
Author's Note: Title should suffice
949 reads
18 Comments
i cannot promise you
that I'd stay the same
for I am a human
and erring(aka fucking up)
is inherent in me
I promise you Love
at times unconditional
and above and far beyond
love for self(yes, hard it may be to confess- it does exist)
this confession
is as brutal
for me
as it is
certainly
for you
I promise
co-existence
and freedom
of
and
from
expectations
that only
I can promise
for sure
no
it is not
my job ...
for I am a human
and erring(aka fucking up)
is inherent in me
I promise you Love
at times unconditional
and above and far beyond
love for self(yes, hard it may be to confess- it does exist)
this confession
is as brutal
for me
as it is
certainly
for you
I promise
co-existence
and freedom
of
and
from
expectations
that only
I can promise
for sure
no
it is not
my job ...
1073 reads
14 Comments
to burn is to shine
to burn is to shine
anger
i've lost mine
i prefer the smouldering
to the spectacular eruption
for the flash
will disappear
in a flash
whilst the smoulder
has only
just begun
an old man lay
motionless
not far from clay
emotionless
the clay was once a flash
now volcanic ash
the smouldering heart
of the old man
still beats
and beats the clay
that isn't clay
yet!
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anger
i've lost mine
i prefer the smouldering
to the spectacular eruption
for the flash
will disappear
in a flash
whilst the smoulder
has only
just begun
an old man lay
motionless
not far from clay
emotionless
the clay was once a flash
now volcanic ash
the smouldering heart
of the old man
still beats
and beats the clay
that isn't clay
yet!
© KDAmB 2017. All rights reserved.
847 reads
8 Comments
he threw the lock away
he threw the lock away
though came to lock it in
the swell was too enchanting
to say no
that would indeed
be betrayal
after all
his true calling was there
the dark waters
the turbulent waves
the deep
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Image Copyright: Claudia Owen
https://claudiaowen.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/locks-3.jpg
though came to lock it in
the swell was too enchanting
to say no
that would indeed
be betrayal
after all
his true calling was there
the dark waters
the turbulent waves
the deep
© KDAmB 2017. All rights reserved.
Image Copyright: Claudia Owen
https://claudiaowen.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/locks-3.jpg
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22 Comments
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