Showing posts with label france. Show all posts
Showing posts with label france. Show all posts

Saturday, August 22, 2015

that feeling - a poem



that feeling - a poem

That feeling
When you are
Lost at words
But want to
Say something
You keep struggling
In your heart
But don't know
How to say it all

That verse
Which is in
Your heart
But you can't
Write in words
That wish which
You want to
Fulfil but can't as
Its not in your hand...

That longing
Which burns
Your heart
But thought of
Which brings
Smile to your face
That star which you
Love but is too afar ...

That dream
Which follows you
Every night
That shadow
Which is always
With you but
However hard you
Try you can't catch it...

That ache which
Has turned you
Into a poet
And making You
Fill pages every night
That changing light
Which engulfs you
With pain always ...

That moon which
Sneers at you still
You wait for it everyday
That rain which burns
You Still you wait to
Get drenched ...

That standing alone
And gazing at sky
As if it will answer
Your questions
That colour of
Your mind going
Black and white
With memory...

That ebullience
Which you fake
Everyday to hide
Pain in your heart
Those tears which
Keep smudging
The words in
Your verse ...

That smoke of
Memory in front
Of your eyes always
But You love being
Engulfed with it
That music which
Speaks your story ...

That unknown
Comfort in writing
Poetry
That spanning of
Wheel from morning
To night knowing
You wont get anything ..

That empty hour
When You do
Nothing except
Tearing pages
One by one
That going against
The tide coming
Back empty hand ...

That flutter of heart
In anticipation  of
Someone knowing
That they wont come
That talking to stars
As If they know
What's going in
Our hollow heart

That going to bed
Thinking everything
Will be fine next day
But the next day
Burning in the same pain
And hiding it again ...

That labyrinth of
Thoughts creating
Havoc in your heart
That happiness of
Few minutes but
Bringing smile
On your face for hours ...

That wait for
Dream dealer
To go to moon
That disconsolate
Feeling among
Your own
That urge to keep
Writing till pain
Disappears ...

That jumbled space
In you mind filled
With precious memories
Those lone night
When you sit and
Fight pain by
Converting them
Into verse...












 

Friday, July 10, 2015

within I am free - a poem





I am wandering soul
But I am bounded by
Many things,...
My exiled heart beats
But is controlled
By other beings
Tender yearning
Of my heart
I take out by writing
Tame the uncontrollable
Desire by scrawling it
Across as musing
Crossing line between
Pain and; joy
I am living my life
Not defeated by way of
Life I have wanderlust
In my eyes
Like building block
I play with the words daily
Stacking them together
By weaving poetry
So yes though my
Life is chaotic
Within I am free
From everything
I have my own
Serene space in my
Heart which brings me
Peace and keeps me going...

Sunday, April 5, 2015

we are mere specks - a poem

This poem I wrote few years back as its poetry month this whole month thought of sharing few of my old poems which I have never shared with anyone .This one is first poem from the collection .


We are mere specks
In this ocean called life
Still we strive
To survive.
We don't know
When we will dissolve
Still we keep
So many issues unsolved.
We were born to die
To live this life
Still we live
With bated breath.
We have our friends
Whom we met
Still we weep
With tears unseen.
We are meant to be sink
In the deep sea beneath
Still we float
Choked up with worries.
We are bound to fly
Up In the sky
Still we limp
With our legs beneath.
We smile sometimes
Of the bygone time
Still we plead
To relive .
We made mistakes
Just for the sake
Still we make
But now we are awake.
We said some words
Without knowing the worth
Still we think
Of those unknown deed.
We will be gone one day
Up and away
Still we live
To live like this.
But when I am gone one day
Like a whiff of wind up and away
Still I think
Will I be ever missed.
By my friends & foe
By my fellows
Will I be forgived
And be truly missed.
When you read this one day
What will you say
Still I think
With a deep grief.
By
notyet100
(wrote few yrs back)