sharing a few pickings from my unimportant and insignificant life(just because I like to write)
Monday, December 29, 2014
Poetry in Motion
This Storm
Standing in the dark, alone and under the rain, under an
umbrella
Watching the storm, listening to the rain drops, the pitter
patter
Its never-ending, this down pour we call a shower
Feeling lost, helpless, without reason or any power
Waiting at the crossroads, whichever way should I go?
So much to lose, so much change, where’ll it end or flow?
I am here, yet my mind is swept up by the winds, swirling
Imperfectly perfect, poised, everything is unfurling,
Inner turmoil, battling, picturesque, scenic.
Tired, poisoned, drowning, I’m feeling frantic.
Smile now, I’m breaking, cracking, bleeding through
Laugh now, I’m crying, falling, seeping through
I am strong, I am weak,
I am powerful, I am meek
Love me, leave me, hate me, believe me
Silently I wonder, where do we stand, where are we?
Should I stay or go? Come now before I fall
Into the eye of the storm.
Maybe Its Me
Perhaps it’s all in my head
Gas lighting, I flicker, I waive, unsure and unsteady on my
feet
Diverting, what I said wasn’t what I meant at all
Like those Christmas lights out the window
And all the beautiful falling snow
Maybe the designs and lines they make, all imaginary
Beautiful faraway, yet up close just a pretty fantasy
Silent treatments, screaming, simmering- the storm rages for
days on end
Calm, forced peace, silence, tense-the quiet returns for an
uncertainty
My enemy, my friend, my lover, my executioner,
Love me, torture me, hate me, leave me,
Watching my steps, weary of the careful words,
Passive aggressive, walking on egg shells
Guilty, raging, crazy-making, frustrated
Maybe it’s just me; maybe it’s all in my head
Falling Apart
My love and the cause of my pain
We hate, we argue and we love- its all in vain.
We stand at opposite sides, polar ends apart
You and I-aren’t we breaking our own hearts?
Maker of our own happiness and suffering
Creating beautiful dreams, Seeing to their destructions in
seconds
I am tired and wearied, burdened and torn apart
Battling with my own demons
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