24 December, 2015

Rapping in the night because my mind wont sleep

Reasons for treasons, i know tis the season, 
I am in the wrong, just shouldn't let it be born -
Into words, these thoughts should be kept silent
Coz the less you sin the more you get to heaven

and words they come, out of my mouth
only to defile and to give you a crown
of thorns, that hurt ya, that only destroy ya
it's no longer a game if the gun points bazinga

and bang there it goes, you're dead and who knows
the final words that you speak, you're now dead and alone - 
those final touches that you gave to this broken world
will stay all the more silent as your tongue no longer swirls

In peace! I hope -  thats where we stay
or rather its our only wish that we today pray
For ourselves, I mean who at all doesn't
want to live a life without having to ask God questions

I mean happiness! That's truth and that's our goal,
To spread out our wings and fly to the rainbow
with smiles,that are brighter than a thousand suns
and I can't even believe the person I nearly become

As I see! I look into this cracked mirror
I see the person I wanted to give a big whirl-
And punch! with my fists, to knock him out
As I became the person I have always screamed about

20 December, 2015

Poem: I Never Knew

I never knew what I wanted to do,
So all I did was write.
I filled pages and pages up in full
with the scribbles of my life.

I never knew where I wanted to go,
So all I did was walk.
Journeying through deserts and snow
and hanging on treetops.

I never knew when i wanted to leave,
so all I did was stay.
Listened to the chatter and laughter in peace
as night turns into day.

I never knew who I wanted to meet,
so all i did was find -
in parties, subways and the alleyways
till you got on my mind.

I always have my thoughts for writing on the train, in parties when I am gazing into the unknown, and in the quiet alleyways where the chatter fills me and I just get hit by this crazy ball of words mixed with a fiery rocket of emotions, much like a bottle of tequila ignited on fire that just burns us into the future of our dreams.

Most of the time, as I am a person of rhythm, who moves and even talks and thinks in beats, albeit irregular at times. This may be a reason why I write in iambic pentameter or just pentameter at times.

Writing has always been a passion. I have no hope but this: that one day I will look back on all the poems I have written on this blog and be able to say I am a much better writer and person now. To be able to say that I have stayed drunk on writing throughout the journey.


13 December, 2015

I Jumped to Catch but Fell

Motivation by pain, and not love is a sad thing.
You worked so hard, but no one sees past the smoke screen.
The gentle rain showers turns the pavement grey,
It makes us all sad so the sun turns it silver again.
But oh! What a tragedy, all we felt was scorch-
ing heat, our sweat stains on our shirt drops,
Curse and swear, hating on the sunrays,
As we fail to see the beauty of the rainbow overhead.


The rainbow and the just risen sun, across the azure blue sky. It is a beautiful sight to behold. Tiny mockingbirds up in the sky, they sing a song to welcome to entering of dawn. The air is gently wet with dew and the droplets from the after-rain weather glistens on the gentle leave blades, sparkling and looking pretty just like the flower they surround. The fresh, morning smell of loveliness showered from the sky filled across the meadows, and with it they bring the morning light. This isn't like the other mornings. It is the first time I could smell the warmth of the weather, and the coolness of the sun. I stood up and was surprised at my own ability to read the scene. It has been 15 years since I last slept in this attap house, but I could still remember how it felt back then.