Category: Poetry

M E T A M O R P H O S I S

Photo by Frank Lloyd

I made an effort to stand up,
gather strength
and slammed the door
thinking it will open.
I sat for a while,
until I realised my body
being metamorphosed
and not my mind,
I used my teeth opened the door
my sister screamed watching me,
wait,
I think a random animal
in the room.

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House With A Banyan Tree

I want to just barge in her house,
ask her, where is she?
I felt like Theodore Twombly,
falling in love with Samantha.
the longing overpowered the shyness,
I was there at her house
with a banyan tree,
a ringing bell, one of the old age times,

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The Painting Of My Existence

The last wall, the one with the door.
I will keep it as a grey,
the symbol my journey of existence
with the poster of my favourite bands
and Van Gogh telling me
death is not what an artist is afraid of.

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Melancholic Sunset

When I look at the picture she captures
and in that frame I see her,
her assurance of her being there,
staying by my side
telling me to be at the moment.
to feel the love

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The New World

In the hidden corners of the universe
I have built a new house
where I store peace
as the banks are bankrupt,
business collapsing,
the currency notes went out of order,

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The City Has Collapsed

There he was standing,
the image of a man, like a shadow across
the street lamp, right in front of her.
her face drawing smiles in the perfect corners and edges,
as if she has set degrees of her smile
as a measure of her happiness.

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The Sad Poem

Don't be the sad human,
let me be your sad poem and you be a happy man,
sleeping with a smile,
a smile you get when you see your love.
I know it hurts you to be alone.

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