Tag Archives: Poetry

Pretend

We all pretend

At the beginnings

Sometimes in the middle

And, towards the end

This is not  a new trend

This is not, even, a new brand

It  is, merely, the way humans tend

 

I can tell you something about;

the Masks you’ve encountered and found,

the brothers with whom you grow and bound,

the lovers with whom you used to hang,

the friends with whom you used to gang,

I know how harsh it may sound

And, to prove murder, you need intent

At the end, all of them would say

“We  didn’t intend

But, hey ! guess what ?

We all pretend

“Don’t worry you will make another friend”

And, you keep on moving

And moving

As if things  would amend

 

 

Happiness is not meant to be

When I was young I never thought why?

Or what to be ?

Things just happen in perfect glee

And everything to see

Was in complete harmony

The small legs jumped free

And hands stretched to curiosity

I was too young to realize

that it won’t last for eternity

getting old is a responsibility

you won’t fight free

incarcerated by reality

happiness is sometimes not meant to be.

life

Sometimes it’s measured by how much

You can offer and make

Sometimes it’s measured by how much

You can give and take

Sometimes it’s limitless and vast

Sometimes it’s vain and dust

Sometimes you are found to be lost

waiting for the rays of dusk

Other times it rhymes

full  happy times

I know, that

Nothing would last

Present,future, or past

Everything runs fast

Even those moments of love and lust

Infinite questions to ask

And, a little meaning to grasp

 it’s more mysterious than deep

And,more promising to keep.

Ode to mothers

Cupid’s Arrow

Write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!

I know that words won’t be enough

To pay your many nights of heed

Mothers born to shield

From soft breasts they feed

Our long sick nights they heal

When Troubles are to come they feel

All our worries seem to disappear

when they appear

Or that  moment we hear “Look!  your mother is here”

So, as it must appear

My mother has never been a fairy,

Mothers are real

 

 

I was Blind to See

The dearest to see

Was always in front of me

Hand in hand we were free

To write our names on the ancient tree

We danced in the glee

The universe was about you and me

Your love was my ecstasy

And this is what we used to be

Today I am in agony

To let my heart for jealousy

To let my heart for bigotry

Now I know that your actions were made inadvertently

And I had interpreted them all wrongly

I had made them a certainty

To treat you indecently

Now I write my apology

And pleading repentantly

For all the hurt I made to thee.

The View

soft-silver-clouds

The grey clouds colonizes the blue clear sky

And obscures the first morning rays

A thought has possessed my mind

And I don’t know the words to use

But, you will hear my muse

A sing that you can not defuse

the soft drops of rain glides on my  window room

And I light a cigarette

 In observing this godly scene

I lost my look of glare

And enchanted by the natural flair

I prolonged my stare …

Very soon drops shifts into little streams of water

And run down the gutter heading all to the sea.

Ego trip

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happy Happy Joy Joy.”

I don’t remember my last time I shed tears, but I usually cry like any normal human being and I..

I cry lonely like a cloud

And shed my rain of tears,

Drops of joy drops of fear

have revealed this life’s magnitude

that I always endure with fortitude

All my cries  in solitude

Evasive responses

Evasive responses is all what we have been getting so far

I reckon

I am quite sure now than before that what we have here is a failure of all the times

I reckon

So what ? what is particularly unacceptable  is that we have always knew our problems.

We have the tools , minds , and the well know , but , the question is when  are we going to use them ?

I reckon

when people get old they become wiser

I reckon

This is no the case where I live