Tag Archives: Poetry

I know I look unhappy,
I know I seem lost,
Life sometimes does that to me,
Makes me feel sad and lone

But this time its different,
Different in the way I feel,
Feel about my life in general,
Existence which was unfair and bleak

Now I have you beside me,
Someone on whom I rely,
Happiness is what you bring to me,
Bliss of its own true kind

So, if I made you feel bad,
Behaving the way I did,
I would like to convey something,
Convey that I am sorry from within…

-Self

I am thinking of writing a poem,
I’m out of words and out of topic,
I wish something comes to me fast,
Some beautiful entity or weird logic

So here I am writing a poem,
Poem on not being able to write a poem,
Its sort of an ironical situation,
Or maybe just my desperation

I feel like Sherlock Holmes now,
Not that I’m a consulting detective,
This empty mind craves for mystery,
Or it feels like its somewhat defective

I guess writers feel it too,
This feeling of desperation,
Not being able to conjure their imagination,
Defeating their only true aspiration

I am listening to some songs,
Trying to awaken my emotional faculties,
This will help me start contemplating,
And write about some personal intricacies…

-Self

They say laughter is contagious,
I believe tears are more so,
Seeing someone cry,
Brings out emotion uncalled for

I guess this ties us together,
By a bond way stronger,
Bond not visible physically,
That which lasts way longer

Unique entity these emotions are,
Expresses like words unsaid,
No one can teach us how to show it,
Life’s the only lesson we ever had

Let this emotion bind us together then,
Together such that we understand,
Understand that you & I are one,
Oneness on which Humanity stands

-Self

Stars are shinning bright,
Some are just faint glimmers,
Moon is showing off its white,
This Night is just for us; the dreamers

I’m gazing into this darkness,
Darkness of the greyish sky,
Hoping that I’ll find it,
Find my very own Starlight

This search has been on for years,
Sometimes it appears in an instance,
It tries to stay for a while,
But It dies when I approach it from a distance

I know it’s still out there,
Finding its way to me,
That’s why I still gaze into the sky,
Hoping that it’ll come & set my spirits free

Night is still very young,
I will cherish this splendid memory,
Awaiting all this while,
For my starlight to complete its journey.

-Self

Why is it that we are always in pain, is it something that we like or something that we deserve? No matter what we think; no matter what we say, we derive certain pleasure from being in this state of feeling pained. It makes us aware of our presence and I guess that’s what makes us realise the importance of little yet frequent moments of  Happiness. I’ve somehow come to the conclusion that people like being part of this act of Masochism; deriving pleasure from our own pain.

Do we need a reason to feel pain? Well, not really. We are capable of feeling it just by triggering our senses. Pain can be derived physically, mentally or emotionally. People moreover prefer the last one, this being the easiest one to realise I guess.

What’s the purpose of all this agony? I can’t tell, even when I sometimes like to think that I’m hurt and pained by someone or something. But I don’t think that it’s particularly bad. Its actually useful, but only if this pain is borne and felt in solitude, where only you can contemplate on its cause & effect and how it helps us. Comprehending the reason of our being and confiding in our self when in need…

-Self