The Poetry Marathon

The spider
Eight legged tricky insect
A wonderful sewer.
Your webs serve inspiration to many
To take up challenges for a better tomorrow

Your bites are painful
Your very sight sometimes cause distress
But some other time it reminds me of
Fearless journeys with nothing foreseen

How do you look so different
Very confident despite being challenged
How can you be vibrant
Although house wives scare you away.
How come delight comes to you
even when you are in dark
YOU ARE JUST AWESOME.

She never knew what I did and,
Kept arguing for the wrong ,at last felt sorry
For mistaking me for what I
Am and what I possibly could
Seeing her like this for the first time unattended;not
Caring for the ways we used to travel,
Together hand in hand holding happiness and sorrow both.

Credits:Robert Frost,one of my favorite poets.The line from his famous poem “The Road Not Taken” ,’And sorry I couldn’t travel both’.

Like the sun hiding behind the clouds,
The pearls resting deep in the oceans
Don’t conceal yourself by that silence
At times silence can be as dry as autumn.
So let the words reduce distances, widen bridges
And give meanings….
Truth can be hurting and uninteresting
But it is to be known for a better tomorrow
So, carelessly show your face.

I want a chain to hold you dear,
You just run and run,
Farther and farther
……………………..

I want to be cool and calm
Not a mere hypocrite
But a simple human.
But the clutters
Don’t let me do that

My life is like a dusted keypad
Alphabets have forgotten orders
Numbers scare to jumble
Entities have lost meaning and sense
I want to give them
The air of words
So they rather breathe…

Busy roads usually don’t excite many
But for me,the busy traffic had stories to tell,
Those empty rooms had lessons to preach
The scrotching sands had ailments to heal

Then I was a small ignorant kid
My world was my room
My best crowd was my classroom
My best teacher was my loneliness
But all of these had points to point
To find happiness in loneliness
Chillness in burning heat
To ignore the unwanted
And care for the wanted
Bundle of lessons
For a lifetime…

I have been taught,

Not to raise voice during noise;

To embrace wisdom at the hardest of times

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I have been challenged,

I have been taken advantage,

I have been cheated,

Still they say,

Not to raise voice in noise

My identity has been questioned,

My limits has been tested,

My aptitude has been doubted;

For not being one among them.

Still they say,

Embrace wisdom at the hardest of times.

I have been taught

Over and Over

To know the boundaries of fear

And the limits of sucess

I have been taught

To be silent,

To be submissive,

To be…

Just the way

THEY WISH

When eternity lies right in you,

Right inside your own soul;

When religion lies in your

Inner heart and flowing blood;

When morals are anyway

Hardwired in your logistic mind

Right from the beginning

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Why do we run

Run in search of eternity;

Run in search of peace.

There is certainly something

Something that doesn’t fit in;

That leaves us

Like the dark morning,

The night without stars.

I am in search of something

That lies in within

As I could never silence my

Inner noise

I never hear my

Inner voice

“Assured and sure” but confused,

At your failure to

Read the inner meaning of

My ways…

Don’t want to speak my heart;

Better read from my deeds.

Don’t want to beg for care;

Better care before I dare.

Don’t want to wag for your attention;

Better attend before you lose.

I don’t utter a word,

Still…..

Believe in my heart’s noblest effort,

And my straight thought…

Never have I

Proclaimed and Asserted,

Somethings for you to know.

But trust me

This is how I speak…..

…………………………………

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My questioned existence

Purely confused inner mirth

Never been able to

Comprehend my origin

Rather pushed to believe

The point in being

Than being made…

The day I was born

They said

The supreme wisdom

Operating in the skies

Made me…

Out of the humble earth,

The wind,sometimes fierce,

sometimes calm

The purifying fire,

The cleansing water.

When still a child ,

I believed ,all men are same

As what makes you and me

Are just the same.

But as days passed

I saw some commented

more rights than others.

Some took more respect

than the rest.

……………..

How can the noble home for all

Bear dimensions

For gender,race and creed

How the rich,the nobler ,

Hold the wind in chains…

How fire could soothe

The rich better…

How the water could just

Chill the supreme….