Skeptical It was time to leave Said someone, hiding in the haze Not identifying where to go I’m not scared but skeptical Or curious to know Something unknown!
Category: Poetry
Trapped Hold my hand said who The soul that is lost And long gone Buried deep beneath under my sins The more I try more lost I feel Where I’m going in this darkness Why do we search for light? I can live with my sins But the soul buried deep Cries constantly in my head I reach to pull it back Yet my darkness works best
Different Shadow-II A clear mirror in bright light That never shows any reflection I spent hours standing in front of it Nothing! A mirror that reflects nothing Sometimes I screamed in front of it It might scare me! A mirror that can make you feel That it will come to life Useless, worthless, wasting people’s precious time Suddenly I saw a reflection Similar to mine More afraid, terrified That’s not me! Fear is long lost on our land I see the reflection is running away And the mirror is lifeless again Who was that? I spent hours every day Never saw anything again But I think of it every day!
Different Shadow Who is that? That’s not me Who do I see in this blurry mirror? The face is muddy I can see that Is it me or someone else The mirror is blurry, but that bright spark Doesn’t make any sense From where this spark coming I can see right through the mirror An open gate to another dimension There’s me but with a different shadow I’m afraid, I ran away from that mirror A part of me is trapped in there? Who am I? Am I the reality or that was? I ran further on the road and never looked back.
She The moment was lost What was it about? Nothing, she said I begin to wonder She said, stop! I know what are you doing I said, doing nothing in here No, you’re not here, said she Let me come with you I said, to where To your wonderland That’s not possible It will be possible if you let me in What if you get lost in there said I Then you know exactly where to find me Said she and ran through me
Absurd I sat and thought for a while Something absurd and non-existent Not intensely, not politely either What is it and why are we like this? So long and far away we have come Still haunted by the ghost of uncertainty Nothing is certain yeah that’s true What is this subtle thought? That distracts from reality and creates the fear of reality
Hide I don’t want to hide Why am I so blind I can see the obvious I can see the inevitable What I want to see Something that I hide It is not a hidden treasure Something really common So common everybody has it What is it? That I hide It is not a prized possession Guess what it is? You have it as well Your lost friend has it as well It is precious more than ashes of trees More valuable than fools gold It is untouchable Can be touched tho It is more complicated than Da Vinci’s code Do you know what it is?
Like A Hummingbird When you say my name With your untamed voice Waves of sound travelling to my ears Like a sweet humming of honey bee My heart melts with the breeze of your breath The elixir of love dripping from your lips Your gaze is so provocative and luscious It drives me like a hummingbird Crazy for the nectar I can sense you from miles away