An Ode to Romanticism
Rolling clouds and cascading oceans
Trees leaping towards the heavens
Caverns of infinite obsidian darkness
Hauntingly beautiful
Wide eyed beings staring in awe
Small dots underneath an enormous sky
An Ode to Romanticism
Rolling clouds and cascading oceans
Trees leaping towards the heavens
Caverns of infinite obsidian darkness
Hauntingly beautiful
Wide eyed
Small dots underneath an enormous sky
Ventriloquist
Since the beginning of time
A churning machine
Working in a fine line
You can not stray away
You can not dissent
A ventriloquist lies in the sky
He makes puppets of people
Their thoughts are locked
They think it is their voice
But they are brainwashed
“Change is bad!”
“We must uphold tradition!”
Make sure that no one is even a little bit different
The puppet master whispers in their ears
and he’ll control them for many more years
Innate Nature
We create to find those little pockets of meaning in life
We search for answers and reasons in all that we see
It’s humanity’s innate nature
An endless curiosity
A love of the beautiful and simultaneously of the viscerally horrifying
Emotions, love and tragedy
in notes strummed on a violin,
on ink against paper,
and on paint against a canvas
All with the ability to create rivers from our eyes
And why?
Because it is our innate nature
Seraphic
Hair like honey and eyes as blue as the ocean
Seated high upon a pedestal crafted of marble
While she is made of delicate porcelain
A smile sweet enough to placate anyone
Beauty so blinding and angelic
I could never be like her
Her pedestal on the clouds too far from my grasp
A bittersweet dream of what I used to wish I could be
Fruition
Churning cogs
A flashing light bulb
An idea flourishes
A seed finally watered
A sprout emerges
The vision sees the light
Imagination connects with reality
The idea comes to fruition
Eclipse
A burning inferno
Too bright to stare at
The sun’s rage couldn’t be clearer
Separated from the moon
Two soulmates
Never farther apart
Hopefully it won’t be too long
Until they meet again
The Protagonist
The world was in flames
Fires burning around her and in her heart
She had to save them, no matter what
Bruises and lacerations inside and out
The world was ending
But she was the protagonist
She had to win
Love & Time
The slippery grains of sand fall through the gaps between my fingers
The hourglass emptying faster than I ever realized
I hope that we can be something that transgresses time
And that I won’t lose you with the next ring of the clock tower
That years from now you will still be here
A Night at the Orchestra
The booming beautiful melody
In a graceful dance with the soft harmony
Following a precise rhythm
The orchestra’s sound reverberating through the theater
The tempo picks up
The conductor’s hands move vigorously
The musicians play arduously
The song reaches a quintessential crescendo
Boisterous applause from the audience
The night at the orchestra concludes.
Bliss
In my mind, I am on an island
Flora and fauna in harmony
Clouds painted on turquoise skies
Trees dancing gently in the breeze
Sand soft enough to sink in
The songs of the seagulls
I step into the lapis blue ocean
And lay out my hands
My worries wash away
All that is left is peace and bliss
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sometimes, i want to go up into the sky
and take all the stars and shining lights
and put them back where they belong, in her eyes
Perfection
Over and over
Until my mind and body burns
I am just coal
But I must become a diamond
Pressure from myself
Pressure from others
Expectations both spoken and unspoken
The pressure reaches a climax
I become a diamond
But my edges are jagged
I am still imperfect
I chip away at them
Eventually, there is nothing left but dust
Miscellaneous / Song Fragments
Not as literary or formal as poetry, more for fun and at times more personal/ emotional but these are some fragments of songs I’ve written as well as thought pieces. Many of these are older pieces.
Strangers
Strangers who I see, strolling down a city street
Walking past, walking by
And the people who i know, there’s so many that someday they will disappear from my life
and become strangers just like another face in the crowd
One day, we’ll go our separate ways somehow
All that’s left will be romanticized memories
Nostalgia painting the past in a prettier picture
Maybe they didn’t mean much to me
but that not how it seems
Memories blending together in a mixture
Cottage
I’ve decorated my cottage with flowers and roses
I see that you’ve started to really take notice
but it’s more than just decorations
We just need to be a little more patient
and we could see a magical world
This home that I have built just for us,
a beautiful symbol of love
We could spend a lifetime lying here
where the worries of the world disappear
Fields of daisies, the world becomes hazy
no one to drive us crazy at all
just staring at water falls,
lakes topped with lily pads
Forget about the things that make you sad
Usually life goes so fast
but here it slows down a bit
So come on and just sit
next to me in our cottage
Sweater
A frayed sweater, with the threads coming out
All used up and battered and this is not about
a piece of cloth, that you forgot
but instead about love and loss
Who would want, such a worn down sweater, after all
Too warm for sunny weather
and yet there’s too many holes,
making it not even fit for the cold
The Essence of Art
If you want to make something
that’ll make people cry, or make people sigh
take a knife and carve out your insides
Rip out your heart
Put it on a pretty plate
So decorated yet vile, all for public display
They all say, at least from what I’ve seen
that beauty comes from the ugliest things
So isn’t it beautiful?
It’s everything I have to offer:
my bloodied, ugly heart,
almost it’s own monster
The feelings overflowing like a rapid current in the sea
All for everyone to witness, the horrid beauty that is my emotions and me
All for your viewing pleasure
Lashed and bruised and hardened like leather
from all the scrutinizing gazes and looks of displeasure
How much did I succeed, is it possible to measure?
Were their stares of disgust or ecstasy
I don’t know, and maybe I will never
All I know is that I poured out the essence of myself
but know these reactions are overwhelming
Dear Indian Parliament…
Ignorance is bliss
You’ll hide something away, pretend it’s not true when it is
Constantly causing a division
Hate it when someone is slightly different
Get off your gilded throne, made up of people’s pain instead of stone
Do your hear the pleas of families with mouths to feed
of people constantly suffering in your very own country