Poems

I!?

What if I can't move at all!?

What if I fail at it all!?

Can I cry for a bit!?

Can I try one more bit!?

What can I do about it!?

Is there anything to do about it!?

Can't I just let it go!?

And be done with all!?

I'm afraid I'll cry.

And I'm afraid I'll shy.

And I'm afraid I'll fly.

Most of all, will I any!?

Is it in my destiny,

To keep failing, like this.

Or is it, In my destiny,

To keep failing, like this!?

Surely, I can try a bit harder!?

Surely, I can work a bit smarter!?

Surely, I can mould something ingenious!?

Surely, I can prevail!?

Lost in transition

where my rhythm is lost, and my poems are just merely verses,

where the thing is so deep, i can't ink it,

where my emotions are so Schimed, that i can't pour it out,

is where i lay, still and lost in transition.

Glorious Clusterfuck

Now we are lost and wandering,

mystified by these soverignity,

this glorious clusterfuck,

we call life, Wandering!

Roaming the wild,

burning chaos,

empty inside,

faking smiles around!

For all we know,

we are just a couple of kids,

trying to weigh the hopes of life,

on our feeble shoulders!

And its just a matter of time,

before it all comes crashing down,

But why worry,

when you get that nostalgia to hide your sorrows!

And isn't that the thing!?

Try again. Fail again.

Better again. Or better worse. 

Fail worse again. Still worse again. 

Till sick for good. Throw up for good.

Go for good.

Can I (be more)?

What if I stumble,

What if I fumble,

What if I mess up,

What if I fail?

Will you be nice,

Will you be kind,

Will you be humane,

Will you be there for me?

Could I be better,

Could I be greater,

Could I be stronger,

Could I be more?

Bloom

Strive, shoot, foster your genius,

Be a wild flower, my child,

Grow, have thorns,

Don't be that luring flower that

everyone affectionates,

Instead be a venus, (that) everyone adores.

Don't get plucked by them humans,

Grow, spook your friction,

Roam in the wild, prevail radiance,

cherish that every part of yours,

flaunt your imperfections,

for there's no better than you that you are.

'Superhero/ Your Hero'

I ain't no superhero,

levitating from ground,

running at super-speed,

having the power of shape-shifting,

or trained to be the perfect Assassin,

fighting crimes at night,

or in broad daylight,.

stopping robbers and fighting thugs,

just for the kick of it.

But baby, i can be your hero,

Fighting your demons,

And Embracing you in my arms,

And while everyone calls you fine,

I call you mine.

For The sun will rise,

And the moon will shine,

And I'll be there for you,

Throughout the time.

Casablanca

Someday, we'll be together,

in heaven or in hell,

we were a rebel from the start,

underneath the rules,

shining like a halo.

Something winsome we looked together,

we looked for a roof,

a house in casablanca,

we saw the dreams we knew we could never fulfill,

still, we dreamed we'd be together,

that someday we'll be in serenity.