Posts tagged life poems
Lost love, spent time recklessly …
Demolished career, bruised badly ..
Life’s a blessing, no matter what ….
Lost job, problems await on every step ..
Mean world laughs but I don’t regret …
Life’s still a blessing, no matter what …
Don’t have a penny whilst people spend a grand ..
Pain throttles my neck, lifts me 10 feet above the ground ..
Life will soon be good, no matter what ..
Difficulties compel me to hold failures hand ..
I reject its proposal saying this ain’t the end …
Life has always been a blessing, no matter what ..
Emotions tear me apart, heart being chopped by a sword ..
I gather the pieces with a hope, cuz I believe in God ..
He is watching over me, I kneel and pray to the almighty Lord ..
My Life is his blessing, no matter what …
Soulful solos sung,
sleep swinging solitarily,
sweet slumber stealthily strolls,
sleep, silently sleep…..
sleep, solitary soul…..
To be a witness to nature,
It drapes to dry…..weaning away the sun…..
Guilty now, of course, it was extreme…..
Two days perhaps the entire English summer..
Two days to turn leaves from green to brown..
Two days to rise to the level ….the sky its limit,
To laden each cloud so pregnant now….awaiting a water break…..
And the winds of change…..
From moist, meagerly and humid to a whining banshee……..
Whistling, waving, wuthering a weather,
Tugging at each brown leaf,
Withering it away from its life….on the tree…
To the dust below…..
From dust ….to dust then……
(The skin on the back of my hand feels,
Shrivelled …..lost suppleness and flexibility…
And as I reach for the pot of Vaseline,
I try to clear the grit at the back of my throat,
‘Tis not from the custard apple nor the skin of a roasted peanut;
Nippy,ain’t it???? could be the wintriest winterrrrrr
Brrrrrr!!!!! ITS THE COLD!!!!!!!!)
Seasons come and go. Every season,
brings a different feeling with it.
Summer full of joys,
We can see playing girls and boys.
People fun around in a nice weather,
they fixed spots to get together.
Then comes rain, give lovers a sweet pain,
in which they promise to meet again.
Then comes the winter, which slows down the around,
People busy in work, are hard to found.
In this way a year comes to an end,
this is how human life is spend.
How soft and sweet,
Is the quest for happiness,
A sip of joy-like nectar,
And then the greed increases,
The thirst increases,
Insatiable, unquenchable thirst
And then it dies,
A slow, tortured death,
Leaving you parched,
And p u n c t u r e d for want of breath,
And memories that inflict pain,
At the slightest recollection,
Is all that remains.
For it has now conquered your very existence.
The colors of life so varied,
Each gaze-a different hue,
Nature at its treasured best—
The birds, the trees, the breeze,
The hills, the mountains, streams,
The dawn, the twilight, the dusk,
The blue skies, the blue-green seas,
The flowers, the fruits, the fragrances-
HE has filled so much light in our life,
Poured so many colors into-
A POT OF GOLD – LIFE ITSELF
And we stick to just one drab color-grey,
The grey walls of our prison cells,
Our personal, private hells,
Till light and color from our dooms expel.
Life’s bleak moments often finds one lost,
Alone on a dark and lonesome trail,
We worsen it and dip ourselves-
In the hues of our pain-we forget there is -
Those eyes that stoops so low,
Slanders even suspicion,
Awakes needless doubts,
Rides on the wave of calamity,
Brings forth insanity,
For none can destroy so much,
As that inner turmoil,
An ever hailing storm,
Always blowing and blowing hard,
Uprooting the foundations of trust and harmony,
Leaving behind broken pieces of innocence,
Shreds of pride and fragments of hope.
Is there someone you can turn to
When you are worried, vexed or weary?
A chest where your restless soul finds solace,
Is there someone to speak soothing, reassuring words
To comfort and console when you are heart-broken or blue?
Is there someone in whom you could confide your fears??
or entrust with the deepest and darkest secrets of your heart??
Is there someone who will
rest a hand on your fevered brow when you are ill???
Or speak words you don’t want to hear but sounds sensible,
Dole dollops of encouragement when you’re feeling low?
Is there someone who can tell you to have faith,
Everything will be fine??
Or help you restore faith in humanity..
by saying have faith my friend
As long as u have life there is hope….not vice versa
Or pat your back when you win that gold……..
For it eventually returns……
The universe acknowledges good deeds and pranksters,
And God in his own mysterious ways makes it happen…
For everyday we all find a someone who comes into our lives
And adds an aura to our living……….
Forms may vary, an animal,
a child who smiles at you while crossing the road,
A needy neighbour, nature gives you your chance
SO,If you have someone, rest assured you are lucky,
BE THAT SOMEONE……..
For it will come back to you,
That’s Mother Nature’s way of thanking you….
It may not be your best mate,
Might not even be family –perhaps a stranger,
But there is always a SOMEONE ……….
Its so strange … LIFE!!!!!!
One spends the whole of one’s youth dreaming,
wishing fairy tale stories to happen….nothing does….
youth wanes and age ascends….
and just when you settle down and think,
well lived my life, its nearing twilight,no more dreams to dream…
let me close my eyes and walk into the sunset…
the horizon…where…body hits soil…
and before the soul escapes…someone comes along,
with a sweet smile, deep, innocent eyes like a child……
like a part of a past night’s dream…..
and suddenly during the day
when you are amidst a conversation…
while brewing coffee….kind of awakens and strengthens the sense……
and it all comes back… it comes back…bits and pieces…
intricating a fragile whole…
fuzzy…as the early morning brain….
……jagged as ends of the kitchen table…….
And perhaps this was the butterfly …..
The happiness that sits on your shoulder…..
You turnaround and run …..run to get back to that dream…..
Alas! Oh! Loss…..I find it really was a dream!!!!
“I sit down all alone being mad ..
Fretting about what I never had …
I have been a peice of junk, people stamp and walk on me ..
I had been someone who i was never supposed to be ..
I scondered time recklessly without any fear ..
Now my life and my ambitions, nothing seems to be clear ..
I am worried cuz its gonna be now or never ..
I wanna stand all by myself without any favour ..
Life is a Race people are rushing ahead ..
I am stranded all alone like a DEAD ..
Where have I lost myself? what happened to the person within me?
Lots of questions need to be answered, I’ll answer slowly and steadily ..
Now is my time, i need to make use of this time ..
Wasted years of my life, time once gone could never be mine ..
Who am I? What do I deserve, Where am I supposed to be?
I have been no one till now, this ain’t the right place for me ..
Life will be full of pain, if i stay a chump for all my life ..
Gotta catch the race before life makes me dance to the tunes of the FIFE ..
Can’t live this way, No more want to be tricked by the nasty fate ..
I have to stand up by hook or by crook before it gets too late ..
Failure teaches a lesson which one should never forget …
Always remember what you learnt if you don’t wanna regret” !!