The Poetry Marathon

Searching down the memory lane

A place to be

There has to be a place

Which I should remember

There has to be a place

Which meant a lot

But the memory doesn’t leads there

What

when

Can’t figure out where

It’s all so clumsy now

It’s all a mess

May be there is one

Or may be I forgot to create that special place

There has to be one

But I can’t find one

And the person

What about the person

There are many I have roamed around

May be the place where I fell for the first time

May be where I got my first wound;

I wish I could create such place

I wish I could visit that place

I wish I could remember it someday

The town

The park

The temple

To forget a few

But to remember they’re​ ample.

Thinking of a metaphor

As the sea awaits the shore,

But the winds carried a storm

So I just wrote “grapes are sour”

Thinking of a metaphor

As the wound cherish the sore

But the heartbeat left the body

So I just wrote “ I am no more”

Thinking of a metaphor

As the greedy asks for more

But the hangman takes no bribery

So I just wrote “like before”

Thinking of a metaphor

As the country knows folklore

But the poet was so nasty

So I just wrote “no pandore”

Thinking of a metaphor

As the metal needs an ore

But the foundry has no fire

So I just wrote “ignite the yore”

I constructed it near the mountains,

It has opened me like sky with compassion towards the grounds.

I let the windows unconverted on both sides,

It taught me to be open for changes,

I let bushes grow around it,

It has pushed me to grow and nourish no matter what,

I let the sun peep through the holes in the ceiling,

It has brought me the moonlight amidst the darkest hours of the night,

I have kept it empty of furniture

It has helped me empty my thoughts of grief and  painful attachments,

I have let all sorts of creatures to cherish inside it,

I had helped me survive amidst all the unwanted hardships,

I have made it with the waste and leftover woods,

It has shown me to rebuild  broken dreams with whatever hope is left,

A house I built out nowhere

And then I let it build me out of nothing.•

No you don’t need that!

But I…

Trust me!

But what if…?

I have known you beforeg you even had desires!

This is…

Now shhh..for a while and listen to me,

I am your thy, your thou, I am your thee!

I have heard your yearning,

I have seen your bearing,

All I am saying is to ignore for a while,

Take a walk, take a bath may be run for a mile,

When you’ll see your lungs escape,

A gasp of air will become your fate,

What is the point of sharing them,

As no one seems to be caring for them,

Your yearnings,

your earnings,

your learnings belongs to you,

Your heart your soul belongs to you,

All I’m saying is to shut your eyes,

And go beyond the illusionary lies,

Meditate

meditate;

Ohhhh please don’t hesitate,

Together we will solve the tragedy,

I am not your OCD,

I am your ally and enemy,

Go down in memories

and please be a bit kind,

Always hearing your queries

I am your mind.

No you don’t need that!

But I…

Trust me!

But what if…?

I have known you before you even had desires!

This is…

Now shhh..for a while and listen to me,

I am your thy, your thou, I am your thee!

I have heard your yearning,

I have seen your bearing,

All I am saying is to ignore for a while,

Take a walk, take a bath may be run for a mile,

When you’ll see your lungs escape,

A gasp of air will become your fate,

What is the point of sharing them,

As no one seems to be caring for them,

Your yearnings,

your earnings,

your learnings belongs to you,

Your heart your soul belongs to you,

All I’m saying is to shut your eyes,

And go beyond the illusionary lies,

Meditate

meditate;

Ohhhh please don’t hesitate,

Together we will solve the tragedy,

I am not your OCD,

I am your ally and enemy,

Go down in memories

and please be a bit kind,

Always hearing your queries

I am your mind.

Like a phoenix the fire burnt me

With the winds my ash prevailed,

Mixed with water they painted their heads with my ash while going for a war,

The war which is supposed to be fought on the wax grounds,

Wax will flow from the waxed wounds,

And when the wax surrounds

I’ll grow from wax,

My roots will be wax,

Wax will be my trunk,

So let me be a flower of wax

Which cannot be burnt by fire,

Which cannot be drowned by water,

Which cannot be dried by air,

So they molded me like the earth,

And heated me by their sins,

And hence I’ll melt again,

To be moulded​ into a meteoroid and will fall on some other lifeless planet,

To be moulded again as Gods,

As Adam and Eve

As the Eden’s

As the guy Darwin who will put a drop of me into ocean to get solidified with the immense calmness and pressure of the Ocean’s bed,

Hence I’ll rise again as life, to be moulded and reshaped for millenniums into civilization,

To be melted again on some war grounds,

To be moulded into a phoenix of desires,

The whole universe will rise from my ash,

And will be moulded from my wax,

round and round.

Escaping the water, fire, air

Just to become earth for a war ground.

Like a phoenix the fire burnt me

With the winds my ash prevailed,

Mixed with water they painted their heads with my ash while going for a war,

The war which is supposed to be fought on the wax grounds,

Wax will flow from the waxed wounds,

And when the wax surrounds

I’ll grow from wax,

My roots will be wax,

Wax will be my trunk,

So let me be a flower of wax

Which cannot be burnt by fire,

Which cannot be drowned by water,

Which cannot be dried by air,

So they molded me like the earth,

And heated me by their sins,

And hence I’ll melt again,

To be moulded​ into a meteoroid and will fall on some other lifeless planet,

To be moulded again as Gods,

As Adam and Eve

As the Eden’s

As the guy Darwin who will put a drop of me into ocean to get solidified with the immense calmness and pressure of the Ocean’s bed,

Hence I’ll rise again as life, to be moulded and reshaped for millenniums into civilization,

To be melted again on some war grounds,

To be moulded into a phoenix of desires,

The whole universe will rise from my ash,

And will be moulded from my wax,

round and round.

Escaping the water, fire, air

Just to become earth for a war ground.