Category: Poems

Some Poems that are close to me

Surrender

In thoughts of vacuum
A whisper brushes me
I open my eyes
I wake up from a dream

A chill shrugs in from the window
My nerves are breezed
The sunlight is somewhere there
Maybe beneath the clouds
Too lazy to get off the white blanket

The fog makes my vision clear
I see myself in the window
My eyes are not the same
They are miffed with me

Surrender
Surrender

My hair grayed out
With dyes of time
My face wrinkled
With moist hardships

I think of myself
The cup of tea distracts me
A call from the office,
I wear my wagon

List of new tasks
A gift for my son
Blanket for my father
Expectations for my wife

Identity abandons me
I walk out to the world
My hands all empty
I surrender myself…

A Loner

In eclipse of rage
Behind this social cage
I am a loner….

For the parched sunshines
And for the raven whines
I am a loner….

I bicker for the gratitude
to live with an attitude
I am a loner….

With the perks of fear
There is a happiness I smear
I am a loner….

For the shrinking seas
And the expanding desires
I am a loner….

The sane and sanity goes for a ride
For there’s no rule which I abide
I am a loner….

Like a droplet in the sea bowl
I am a free soul
I am a loner….

To a place called home
I wonder where I roam
I am a loner

Refuge

Is this about the refuge life,
Leaking the essentials of being submissive…

Or shall the death defy your conscience
In being a human

Imagine the world without eyes
That sans a tiger, a cuckoo, and humanity

Kill the trees, dethrone the kings of jungle
For it seems the idea of thy existence

And now shall thou laugh,
Splintering the grins of progress

A time shall come
even thy smile will be pungent

“I wish” reiterates itself
In an infinite loop
To the screams and knuckles
Of a blemished self-indulgence

Your sanity goes beneath the surface
So does thy shelter

Thy mother nature you seek’d to conform,
To captivate and disassemble
The one that thou sought as a humble alimony
Comes back to seek the answers of questions that were long forlorn

And you’re numb for thy dumbness

so hapless you are

Here goes the world in tatters of pride

and you wait for thy death

lips closed and eyes open wide….

A house across that lane

Walking through the boulevard

like a burdened beetle

I move through the bylanes

of hopes and dreams

I see a house across the lane, 

the lane that bypasses the memory

Walking through the doors,

I feel my existence

The existence of a world that was, 

and of people who were a part of me

A house across that lane
A house across that lane

I stood there looking at the window,

A ray peeping through the crack,

The dust settling its remorse

Where a cup of tea

Used to accompany rain

The rickety stairs

make way for the childhood plays,

I see myself juggling the toys

I find my mirror,

A half-battered commando

A dungeon gate flayed by time,

seems a swag of webbed spiders

Where grandpa used to wait,

with open yearning arms

The arms, a haven of love and

the solicitor of my mischief…

A vacuum has replaced this love

I am yet to find any intruders

In this home, at this place

I find myself,

and question my identity

the world seems to shudder

and the mind revolves

I see the stairs, the door,

the lane and the window

I see the toys, my grandpa

the commando and the rain

A thud wakes me up,

A photo frame falls down

I see grandpa amidst the shattered pieces

I see a house across that lane…

I ask, MAY I!

I ask if I should ignore my existence

Like I do everyday, everywhere

Should I breath incessantly

The hopes of a commune

My life being the sarcasm of

A dismantled, lifeless mirror

Should I collect the morsels

of a scattered self

Wonder if I have the courage

of being an indigenous spirit

My distilled dreams limp to caress

the wounded aspirations of SELF

The aspirations of a boundless sea

A sea of words and of thoughts

Of a world that I do not entertain often

Of an enigma I am too busy to be certain of

The strings of my name,

Strangle “me” till my poise succumbs

I ask, MAY I!

Piyush Kaushal

A Hope

A flickering hope in despondency,

like a rebellious flare in the womb of a storm,

and the afflicting Déjà vu of failure,

pulling thy across the lines of anticipate…

The lightning strikes a chord,

with the strings of despair and anguish

while thou navigate the conscience

To the beats of an effervescent life…

The thoughts break  autumn’s monotony,

to the resplendent light of springs

and the blossoms meet  cacophony…

Just like a dewdrop kissing the earth,

the touch of whose makes the hoarse periphery,

a delight to walk on…

Hope

Just like the sun oozing out of his siesta

from the deep blue sea…

The insight outshines thy desire,

and thou command an enigma of sanguinity…

The naked half-moon exposing

its shining bare skin,

across the bed sheet of clouds

and the stammering gloom of night…

The darkness makes the shine more affluent,

like happiness leaping amidst a masquerade of gloom…

A hope is more than

a few fluttered words

it is the fortitude of forbidden times,

and the reformation of finesse…

a hope is more than just “A Hope“

A Wandering Thought

Alone in the night,

descending the stairs,

I desolate happiness,

out of scars

The scars of past,

and present and future,

And the happiness of a wandering thought

A Wandering Thought...

In the broad daylight,

when I fade out

My shallow heart

confines desires…

A blurred vision,

and numb nerves

A wandering loafer soul

And a wandering thought…

I leap mountains,

and walk through the seas

Across the wind,

trimming the fire

I let myself breathe,

and calm down

I surrender my ego

To a wandering thought…

The Oak Tree

He stood alone on the hill,

through dusk to dawn

His roots dug deep,

deeper into thoughts

Thoughts of sunlight,

and the rays of hope

For his progenitors,

for the leaves, the branches

Thoughts of monsoon,

when summers pinched

And of winters,

When rains soaked his tears

He was always thinking,

for he was The Oak Tree

He was proud of the leaves,

that spawned his shadow

He endowed branches,

that unified his euphoria

The roots were his strength,

his indelible self

The only hope,

that touched his revere

He always loved them,

for he was The Oak Tree

He braved ages,

and the swindling time

He fought the storm,

the drought and the quivers

To strangers he bore resilience,

a resilience against the blistering swelter

He was always like this,

for he was The Oak Tree 

His leaves changed color,

much like the weather

The branches tore his skin,

he wanted them to brave his age

Deserted he stood,

with his shadow

For his good days,

for leaves and birds and greenery

He always waited,

for he was The Oak Tree

There was a friend, a brother

a father, and a lover

for there was “The Oak Tree…”

What a Beauty-Full Life…

Beauty is in flowers, and the petals
Bathing in the early morning dew

Beauty is in the eyes of a father
When his son takes the first step

Beauty is on the face of a baby,
Sleeping in mother’s lap

Beauty is in freedom,
When you fly high on the wings of hope

Beauty is in the expressions of a poor man
When he gets food after eternity

Beauty is in the pride of a teacher
When his student supersedes

Beauty is in the compassion of a devotee
When he finds solace

Beauty

Beauty is in the innocence of a child
When he asks you questions

Beauty is in the sips of laughter,
You share with your friends

Beauty is in the springs of desire
that arrive after a prolonged autumn

Beauty is in the cry of a woman,
Whose womb succeeds

Beauty is in the silence,
When you don’t speak, and you say a lot

Beauty is in the warmth of passion
That builds around the arms of a lover

Beauty is when those small fights,
End with tears of joy

Beauty is when the first raindrop,
Kisses your cheek

Beauty is in perseverance,
When the world’s showing off

Beauty is in the enigma,
When everything’s certain

Beauty is in a poem,
Where poetry meets prose

Beauty is in little chunks of life,
Filled with joys and sorrows

Beauty is in your eyes,
your heart, and in every single breath

Beauty is when you say,
“What a Beauty-Full Life...”

LIFE

Life is about Happiness, Enjoy It
Life is about Difficulties, Face It

Life is a Blessing, Accept it
Life is a curse, Dodge It

Life is a Child, Pamper It
Life is an Obstacle, Hamper it

life is a child, Pamper it

Life is LOVE, Feel It
Life is a Wound, Heal It

Life is ME, Life is YOU
Life is a Bluff, Life is True

Life is Kudos, Life is a Critic
Life is an Attitude, Life is a Pity

Life is Obvious, Life is a Satire
Life is Purity, Life is a Felony

Life is Soul, Life is Heart
Life is an aspiration, life is a dart

When the waves of life pulls you through
Sail across like a frenzied sailor

Enjoy the sunrise, and the sunset,
The rainbow and the deep blue sea

Embrace the starlit night
Fluctuating the darkness

Accumulate the enigma of thoughts
Decoding melancholy restraints

Allow yourself to unnerve
Love life and caress it…

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