Mind – The Poem March 21, 2011
Posted by simarprit in Poems.Tags: English, Hope, Life, Mind, Poem
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If “dead” is the first thought in your mind
You still have a hope.
If the first color in your thoughts is “black”
You still have a hope.
If your dreams are all about “life unplugged”
You still have a hope.
If you see color of your face as “pale’
You still have a hope.
If the only thing you want to write is “your obituary”
You still have a hope.
If the only music on your mind is “the last post”
You still have a hope.
If the air around you smells like a “gas chamber”
You still have a hope.
If the only drink you need is “poison”
You still have a hope.
If the only thing you wish to discard is “your life”
You still have a hope.
If your all fantasies are heap of “nightmare”
You still have a hope.
If you pronounce your name as “shame’
You still have a hope.
If you abhor God and have no trust in “him”
You still have a hope.
As long as your mind “works”
You still have a hope.
As long as your “mind works”
You have a hope
As long as “your mind works”
You are a hope
As long “as your mind works”
You are ‘The Hope”
“You are The Hope”
A Dream Called Life February 20, 2011
Posted by simarprit in Is anyone listening.Tags: english Poem, english poetry, Life, Poem, Poetry
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I need an introduction, I need to live
I need to move, onwards is my will.
Opposite forces pull me, and they pull me hard
Values and ethics challenge me, and they tear me apart.
Am I a painter or am I pained
Am I brilliant or just no gain.
Complexities of life, doubled edged knife
Always in doubt, life, an unending bout.
Characters change, but all play games
Games? Oh! I lost to all who came.
Deeply in love is a myth
Nuptial of sorrow and pain is my tryst.
Admire me? Yes, so many
Understand me? Only the uncanny.
I am the speaker, of my life
Unsaid is my longing for afterlife.
Moral? it is a sophisticated abuse
Like an electric bulb without a fuse.
God! Oh God! I have an appeal
My life, this life, does not congeal.
Life has a form
Why? Why for me it is called a worm?
If life had to be this torn,
Oh God! Oh! Oh My God! Why I had to be born?
Do I have to live my entire life,
Bruised, broken and bereft of “life”
I can see the lock, it is big
I can see my grave, which I can’t dig.
Far and away from my arms, lies the calm
Not able to reach, persistent itching on my palm.
Life, this life, I just can’t tame
My veins bleed and I don’t feel any pain.
Why? Why don’t I hear my inner voice
Why? Why can’t I have another choice.
Why? why can’t I have another choice.
BTW: I am the writer but not the narrator in this rendering.
Let us bury the love February 15, 2010
Posted by simarprit in Uncategorized.Tags: english Poem, english poetry, Lost Love, Lost Love Poem, Love, Poem, Poetry
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An attempt to go back to poetry, relating it to anyone in known circle or my own life is at your own peril, LoL.
Let us bury the love
When the touch is gone and the dates are lost
When the gifts are not given and the tales are never told
When the smiles are not questioned and the tears are not to be seen
When the fear is not expressed and the hunger is not shared
When nights never begin and days never end
When there are no fights, the love is dead
Let us dig the grave and let us bury the love
Let us bury the love
Let us bury the love
Love is dead, let us dig the grave, let us bury the love
