Felt like posting some of the poems I’ve written over the past few years…

Decisions

Too many options breed too many decisions,
But what’s the point if it’s all just predestination?
Variety, after a while, looses its spice,
Turning routine,
Consequences serve as the epilogue to the story of choice,
Even liberty has its vice.

How To?

How do I pen down on paper the words that come from the heart?
First, bring me the ink that’s dissolved in tears,
Then, the quill that’s pieced together from broken dreams.

Hope & Darkness

They say after every dusk there is a dawn,
Let me stay in the darkness and relish,
The dreams the night brings with it.

Let me play in the shadows of uncertainty,
Where the harsh reality is unclear,
Where hope continues to triumph.
For it is only with hope that the journey of waiting becomes bearable,
And it is only then that one continues to wait,
When there is hope,
That something,
Is about to,
And will,
Eventually happen.

Paradox

Sometimes even silence can deafen,
And deaf ears can hear.
Soft expressions can cause hearts to stiffen,
And stiffened hearts can care.
Blind eyes can perceive more than sight can perceive,
Reality can be harder than illusions to believe.

Familiar Strangers

I looked into the mirror,
Thought I’d search for me,
Little did I know,
A stranger to myself I’d be.

Life’s Recipe

Thrown into the pot of life,
The sweetness of happiness,
The bitterness of sadness,
The sourness of tears,
The spiciness of temptation,
The heat of anger,
The coolness of hope.
Stirring into each famished breath,
A delicacy hard to resist.

Things To Carry

The burden of expectations, unfulfilled dreams, restraints,
Hidden tears, muffled cries, lips telling lies,
Broken promises and dreams waiting to be shattered,
Memories clinging faithfully like a shadow,
A desire to find a torch of hope to save drowning faith.

A Plea For Calmness

So many thoughts…dancing in my mind,
Creating confusion and uncertainty,
Time to stop and rest, I do not find.

So many people around me by their pride are blind,
Forcing me to wear a mask so like them I be,
So many thoughts…dancing in my mind.

So many chains twisting around me, Why can’t they unwind?
Ending my captivity, no one comes to set me free.
Time to stop and rest, I do not find.

So many possibilities, not a single, though, has shined.
Blurring my vision, fog appears, whenever I try to see.
So many thoughts…dancing in my mind.

So many stars in the sky, so beautifully aligned,
Why can’t life be like them? The answer doesn’t come to me.
Time to stop and rest, I do not find.

So many people running around, my future they have designed.
Let life take its own course, to them is my plea.

So many thoughts…dancing in my mind,
Time to stop and rest, I do not find.

Into The Forest You Shall Lead Me

I follow a shadow into the woods,
How lonely the night is, so calm and tame.
I feel quite safe, somehow, as there it stood,
A strange shadow chanting my very name.

The night is silent and the wind is cold,
My heart beats loudly, like the sound of drums.
I search for someone’s hands to softly hold,
The shadow chanting my name, close it comes.

The wind begins to let out a loud hiss,
Like a warm blanket, wrapping around me,
The shadow leads me into the darkness,
Swiftly moving ahead, graceful it can be.

It then sets me in the forest center,
Remaining by my side in the harsh winter.

It Was The Best Of The Worst

It was the best of the worst, life can sometimes be mean,
Especially when fate finds happiness obscene.
It was the best of the worst when I had nothing left to lose,
When I had no options, nothing to choose.
It was the best of the worst when the moon chose to hide,
And my faithful friend loneliness came to my side.
It was the best of the worst, when I found out life would one day end,
With peace my soul would eventually blend.

History

A few mistakes the world won’t let us forget,
And from which the world won’t bother to learn.
A shadow of yesterday that makes our today,
Don’t think you’ve missed out on something important,
It’ll repeat itself, anyway…

Surprise

Waiting for tomorrow, again and again,
Tomorrow became today,
And,
Today became yesterday,
Much too soon,
Before I could tell.

Withering Flowers

Sadness is thorns,
But life isn’t a rose.
How could I forget?
Even flowers have to wither…