Friday, June 19, 2020
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Monday, June 15, 2020
Poem on Odyssey
Piece by piece, bone by bone
Giving it all up for nothing less or more
Walking on the coals searching through
the thorns
Diving in the oceans seeking for more
But nothing is enough to quench the need
To have a purpose to have to breathe
But you push through the odds
On this odyssey you are on
For one day thou shall receive the touch
of the consolation
For thee shall bite that forbidden fruit
To reach the forbidden heavens you
choose.
To look back and remember, all the lost moments and earned worths
-Jasandeep Singh Grewal
Giving it all up for nothing less or more
Walking on the coals searching through
the thorns
Diving in the oceans seeking for more
But nothing is enough to quench the need
To have a purpose to have to breathe
But you push through the odds
On this odyssey you are on
For one day thou shall receive the touch
of the consolation
For thee shall bite that forbidden fruit
To reach the forbidden heavens you
choose.
To look back and remember, all the lost moments and earned worths
-Jasandeep Singh Grewal
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Poem on God's idea
God’s idea
She’s too close yet too far
Vehicles can’t use, even a car,
She’s here yet to reach
I’m bubbly, the feeling when i went to a beach,
She’s right inside my heart,
Too similar to compare
Too comfort to care
Too astonish to despair
But why can’t i touch her?
She’s fragile and translucent,
I can’t hold her but she’s so near,
It’s frustrating,
But i know why and the perfect answer,
It’s because it was beautifully written,
I’m hers and she is mine
But not to hold, nor to love,
But to stare and to care,
Because we were destined for each other,
Not physically or mentally,
Neither by heart nor by soul,
But as a pair, not here
Instead,
In a parallel universe
-azmeerazmee
She’s too close yet too far
Vehicles can’t use, even a car,
She’s here yet to reach
I’m bubbly, the feeling when i went to a beach,
She’s right inside my heart,
Too similar to compare
Too comfort to care
Too astonish to despair
But why can’t i touch her?
She’s fragile and translucent,
I can’t hold her but she’s so near,
It’s frustrating,
But i know why and the perfect answer,
It’s because it was beautifully written,
I’m hers and she is mine
But not to hold, nor to love,
But to stare and to care,
Because we were destined for each other,
Not physically or mentally,
Neither by heart nor by soul,
But as a pair, not here
Instead,
In a parallel universe
-azmeerazmee
Poem on her
Like a holy river, her character was;
In which I wished to dive.
Innocence filled her eyes;
Giving glimpses of her pure soul.
Nose felt like falling flakes;
Whom I wished to touch
& feel her senses.
The whole world laughed;
When she smiled.
Nature felt ashamed;
In front of her beauty.
I wished the time just stopped
To admire her throughout the life
--deocys_write
In which I wished to dive.
Innocence filled her eyes;
Giving glimpses of her pure soul.
Nose felt like falling flakes;
Whom I wished to touch
& feel her senses.
The whole world laughed;
When she smiled.
Nature felt ashamed;
In front of her beauty.
I wished the time just stopped
To admire her throughout the life
--deocys_write
Saturday, June 13, 2020
Poem on EMPTINESS
The night feels empty,
Stocks of lonely over-piling,
like the dirty clothes
kept for laundry. My head feels weak,
I smell so tipsy. The thoughts
are heavy, and come uninvited;
make pacts with crystals of emptiness.
They frown at me, throwing pity smiles.
They giggle hard, like rude bastards.
I look at them, dismayed and captivated;
it feels strange so; the world says
the room is crowded,
yet emptiness scatters like
wine from a broken glass.
I grab the pen, the glass shines beside;
the last log in the drowning flow.
The alphabets gets mixed,
the words sound gibberish.
They sound so high!
I think my pen bleeds!
My head bangs hard
in the empty broken wall;
They still giggle
while I lie blood stained.
Emptiness, my tongue assumes.
- aditi
Stocks of lonely over-piling,
like the dirty clothes
kept for laundry. My head feels weak,
I smell so tipsy. The thoughts
are heavy, and come uninvited;
make pacts with crystals of emptiness.
They frown at me, throwing pity smiles.
They giggle hard, like rude bastards.
I look at them, dismayed and captivated;
it feels strange so; the world says
the room is crowded,
yet emptiness scatters like
wine from a broken glass.
I grab the pen, the glass shines beside;
the last log in the drowning flow.
The alphabets gets mixed,
the words sound gibberish.
They sound so high!
I think my pen bleeds!
My head bangs hard
in the empty broken wall;
They still giggle
while I lie blood stained.
Emptiness, my tongue assumes.
- aditi
Friday, June 12, 2020
I wish I could...poem
Bathe you petrol and pepper, Dear.
So well that your dermis swells with it.
Light a matchstick,
and say"Yeah, here's fire, it burns!"
Watch you whine and whimper,
as I flick my lighter.
I wish I was your only food,
sweet stones and gravel,
watch your 32 crack and fall off,
as you eat me,
make your stomach churn, burn
and constipate terribly.
I wish I had a magic wand
made just for you,
Then I would cast a spell,
To make you a rag or an ugly mouse,
To clean my smelly feet over your face,
Or have elephants crush you to dust.
Most of all I wish I could...
Erase your existence,
Because you don't deserve it,
Then tell you,
That I speak only ironies.
Written by I.K Inyang
(aka DrINK)
So well that your dermis swells with it.
Light a matchstick,
and say"Yeah, here's fire, it burns!"
Watch you whine and whimper,
as I flick my lighter.
I wish I was your only food,
sweet stones and gravel,
watch your 32 crack and fall off,
as you eat me,
make your stomach churn, burn
and constipate terribly.
I wish I had a magic wand
made just for you,
Then I would cast a spell,
To make you a rag or an ugly mouse,
To clean my smelly feet over your face,
Or have elephants crush you to dust.
Most of all I wish I could...
Erase your existence,
Because you don't deserve it,
Then tell you,
That I speak only ironies.
Written by I.K Inyang
(aka DrINK)
Thursday, June 11, 2020
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