A Poem: Unmask

I often find myself caught
In the middle of my thoughts
When I sit in the dark
I then take heavy shots
At my cage full of spots

When I stare at burning stars
It feels as if I’m a frozen dot
I’m restless on my ground
The tears then I freely drop
From the eyes of my heart

The waves & the shocks
The flash & the sparks
I rise then I fall
My flesh bleeds when I walk
The pain speaks to me loud

The chains cut my song
The layers I then rip apart
The patterns hit me hard
The disc cracks & it parts
The track trips my path

I scratch scars with my claw
My demons in me freely crawl
I’m hungry but I simply starve
So I scream & then I roar
I’m this wild animal so raw

I’m imperfect full of flaws
My ink leaks as I jot
My poetry isn’t just the art
It’s my life that I prompt
It’s my soul that I unmask

—– Unmask —–

Unmask is a poem about being naked; being real with my thoughts & emotions. I don’t believe in hiding my face (/phase) & it simply doesn’t matter how I look coz I’ve finally come to know who I am. I often find myself caught in these thoughts that why people need to fake it. Is it to please others or is it about living in self-denial? It doesn’t mean, I don’t try to work hard on myself to be the better version & to simply evolve. It’s about being transparent & real about how I really sense & feel from my pov.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Fire by Harsh, (2) Set me free

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Happy Deepawali / Diwali

Reposting my old poems on this beautiful occasion.

Much love ✨💖

Happy Deepawali published on OCTOBER 29, 2019

Wear the attire of Being
Lit the lights in Heart
Decorate the temple of Love
Eat the sweets of Karma



Happy Diwali published on NOVEMBER 7, 2018

Happy Diwali family & friends
Festival of lights & some trends
Cleaning skeletons in the closet
Welcoming the goddess of wealth
Be that prosperity & happiness
Dressing so nicely & looking fresh
Gatherings with family everywhere
Eating mithai every single day
Firing the crackers in the air
Playing 3 patti & blackjack, oh yeah
Let’s enjoy the great Diwali festival
Best wishes from this part of Sphere

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A poem & a sketch by my friends

This poem was written by my dear friend on my b’day on 11th October. But I’ve saved it for today as today is the day of my rebirth. Exactly 1 year back, I was rushed to the hospital – I was hit by brain hemorrhage. I believe strongly there was a deeper meaning to come so close to death, especially after another bleeding in bleeding while I was admitted; to feel numb; to lose my senses. It’s my wake-up call.

I’m learning to take one step at a time, to balance physically & mentally, to accept my outer & inner self and be the change for my own & others sake. No matter what, I don’t try to hide even though I’m full of sharp & imperfect edges. I couldn’t have come so far without the support & love from my family, friends, colleagues, therapists & you all – my readers & I’m whole heartedly thankful for that.

A special thanks to Nitin for this heartfelt poem in hindi & to T.V.S.S. Anand, for sketching me back then. We did engineering together from the same institute. We’re still close friends, along with our other college mates…it’s a blessing to have friends in life…time & geographic location are simply an illusion…the energy flows…it’s the higher connection.

यारो का यार है वो इमोशनल समझदार है वो

हर महफिल में शामिल वो रहता
तोल मोल कर अपनी बात वो कहता

जज़्बातों को समेट कर कविता बनाता है वो
दिल के राज़ इशारों में जताता है वो
Smile उसकी दिलो को जीत लेती है ,
मैं नही, लड़कियां ये कहती हैं

क्रिकेट ग्राउंड हो या टैंक का टॉप
क्लास में मस्ती हो या ड्राइंग का संताप
सेशनल का टोपो हो या ड्राफ्टर की उधारी
Ultimates के साथ खूब निभाई यारी

‘पापड़ खानी’ बोलो या “सिंधी”, “और भाया” कहकर टाल देता है ,
पर गांधी नही कि एक गाल पर मारो तो दूसरा गाल देता है।

गुस्सा आये तो सेंटी भी हो जाता है
रौद्र रूप भरी कविता लिखने में खो जाता है।

किस्मत के सापों और सीढ़ियों से पहुंच गया। डेनमार्क
और घर मे ही बना डाला चिल्ड्रन्स पार्क

सशा सोफस निलय इसके दिल मे बसते है।
मैंगो और मुर्गियों के साथ दिन सुकून से कटते है।

और जब हिंदी में बड़बड़ाने का कीड़ा काटता है
तो ग्रुप के अधर्मियों को Vegan का ज्ञान बाँटता है।

लंबू अमिताभ सा सुपरस्टार है वो
यारो का यार, इमोशनल समझदार है वो।

और कैसे मनायें तेरे जन्मदिन को
हैप्पी बर्थडे ‘माणिक’ नवीन को।

नितिन

Translated in english by Nitin’s daughter:

A great friend, his emotional quotient is unmatched

The cynosure at every party
Expresses himself with weighed words

Deep thoughts conveyed through his poems
Secrets from his heart become the ink on paper
His smile wins the heart of everybody
Not me, it’s the ladies who say this

On the cricket ground or top of a tank
Comedy in the class or tragedy in art
Copying the assignment or borrowing a drafter
He stayed by our side in all the endeavors

Tease him with his nickname, he smiles in return
But don’t expect a saint, if you toss at him a stone

When angry or frustrated, he gets sentimental
Pens down a poem filled with emotions

Through snakes and ladders of destiny, reached Denmark
Turned his beautiful home into a children’s park

Sacha, Sofus & Nilay are his heart and soul
Life is merry with his chickens and Mango, the dog

When struck by the desire to shout in his native tongue
Delivers speeches on Veganism to the uncultured lot

Towering over us like the superstar he is
A great friend, his emotional quotient is unmatched

Don’t know a better way
To wish you Manik (ruby/bead in hindi) Navin, a happy birthday

Nitin

Please do read these 3 poems:
Trip-Track is the voice from the deep, that was telling something bigger was on its way.

Bleeding Numbers was the time when my brain did bleed

The Reunion when I met all my dear mates, almost 2 years back.

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Intense Feelings

It’s not a thought in my head, that’s what I’ve been living
You’re so real, divine & intense, my heart is simply melting
You’re whispering in my ears, your voice is pure magic

Your eyes are deep & vast ocean, I’m falling in them & sinking
Your lips are beautiful & soft, I’m loving the constant kissing
Your touches are wild & sensual, you’re driving me quite crazy

You’re with me spiritually, our souls are simply smoking
You’re the calmness deep within, it’s purely meditative
It’s not the end of intense feelings, it’s the begining

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Poetry – Am I The Only One?

Am I the only one feeling like this?
Am I the only one shredding in pieces?
Am I the only one screaming through verses?

What’s happening to me that I’m tearing?
What’s hitting me so hard that I’m breaking?
What’s giving me this numbness that I’m shaking?

Why am I looking in dark with empty eyes?
Why are my lips sealed & throat so dry?
Why am I feeling like fire, that’s about to die?

How can I survive when the light is fading with time?
How can I walk when my track is disappearing into broken lines?
How can I breathe when the air is suffocating my silence?

I’m shivering the shimmers with pure tremors
I’m twisting the beautiful minds with my terror
I’m traumatizing the hearts with my demons

My temple is screeching, I see the cracks in my brick
My heart is lonely, I stand at the brink of my flips
My soul is bleeding, I inhale the ashes covered in my red ink

—– Am I The Only One? —–

Am I The Only One is a poem full of different emotions. Everything has changed instantly in the moment of insanity. Perhaps I’m not the only one feeling like this, where the nights are darker than the darkest shade. The eyes are empty, the lips are sealed, the throat is dry, the heart is lonely & the soul is bleeding, as if I’m diminishing gradually. There is a state of shock.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Thanatos by Vall.Grey Poetry, (2) The demons in me

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A poem – Burning the Soul

Curves on my scene
Writing on the screen

Spots in my brain
Mending the frame

Numbness in arm
Playing the b-ball

Sweating on forehead
Focusing like insane

Restless is my mind
Resting to thrive

Snapping the strings
Isolating in my crib

Losing my skin
Feeling so sick

Death in my voice
Tearing ocean to dive

Burning the soul
Stomping the floor

Staring at stars
Sensing the void

Closing my eyes
Balancing the path

Beasting the art
Beats of my heart

—– Burning the Soul —–

Burning the Soul is a poem about my struggle. I fall, I rise & then I fall again. I don’t rise every single time. Sometimes I need help & sometimes I keep trying until I rise again. It’s a learning process if I look at the things from one angle. It’s a new way of living this life if I look deeper. Everything appears so tough & difficult from time to time and yet every single thing can be simple, beautiful & mindful. I do have two different pairs of spects – i) to look only upto the surface, ii) to see through the layers. I use them both from tip to toe, depending on my state of mind / heart.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Drop-dead, (2) Magnificent Bastards by YouLittleCharmer

Thanks to runjidoesart for letting me use digital image of her beautiful painting.

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Poetry – Sharpening my Edges

Turning up the volume while I dance carelessly just like the tipsy being to caress the restless eternity

Shaking my wavy long hair just like the silverbeast I breathe to free the freak in me

Twisting my body just like the scaly serpentine to sway swiftly in this slippery scene 

Sensing the delusional beliefs just like the demons I breed inside of me to burn my inner skin

Fighting relentlessly just like the fluctuating flame that lit my dark nights with shadows of anxiety

Cutting the silence with the violence of my violet violin that’s snapping the tightened strings

Ripping the dead layers of my poisoned cells to fill the dark spaces with light full of raw intensity

Carving my rough face with my senseless fingers to project the formless edges of my blinded insanity

Filling my fountain pen with thick red to sketch my mountain of rocky emotions to draw sensitivity

Sharpening my edges on rough surface dipped in salty water to tear the fear through the visuals of my poetry

—– Sharpening my Edges —–

It is a soul-searching poem that portrays how it is to be myself & how I see the things. From black & white to colors and from one dimensional to multi-dimensional. Sometimes a real free flow dance or a mental one by visualizing my lines in the form of poetry can set me free. It’s like being tipsy / high with the raw energy. I’m simply cutting myself into pieces to find inner peace, by rebuilding me.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) A Dot of Hope, (2) Mad Rhymes by PoeEternal, (3) In Between the Shadows by Piyush

For more information on original poetry, I encourage you to check the Home and About me pages.

A poem – Smoking Soul

I can hear the silence
Silence is violent
Violence is fighting
This fight is painful
Pain is so hungry
Hunger is craving
This craving is crazy
Crazy are emotions
Emotion is a feeling
Feeling is deluded
Delusions are exploding
Explosions are hurting
Hurt is not worthy
Worth is so dirty
Dirt is though earthly
Earth is the grounding
Grounded in deep gravity
Gravity is levitating
Levitate the outer space
Space is full of circles
Circle of tiny dots
Dots are the elements
Elements are flowing
The flow of pure smoke
Smoke is formless
Forming the eternal soul
Soul is the purest beat
Beating of heart
Heart is breathing
Breath of inner peace
Peace is to love
Loving to live
Living to keep dying
Dying to relive from the deep

—– Smoking Soul —–

Smoking Soul is a poem about how I sometimes can hear the silence. Sometimes silence is violent, which triggers the chain reaction of emotions & observations. How it takes me to different phases and how it guides me to reconnect to the pure energy in the end – the beautiful / smoking soul. I am sure, it is not just relevant to me but to many others.

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Please check these poems as well: Darkness – the intense light (1), Not A Trophy by Spirited Soul (2), This Animal is Back(3)

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Lightning Rhymes

Living in thoughts could be comfortable
Embracing the present seems unacceptable
Reality can be so unbelievable
Painbody is snapping me to unusual
Loving edges of perfect imperfections
Healing the soul is sole intention

Deep scars on my brutal blood surface
Arrows piercing in my broken top shelf
Bleeding river from my sensitive vessels
Crying ocean when I’m feeling restless
Feeling crazy when I skip the deep breaths
Unleashing devil when I’m manic anxious

Extinguishing sparks to calm the burning ashes
Expressing emotions to hit the freaking reset
Grinding patterns to feel the pure sand
Writing lines with my wondered senses
Lightning rhymes with my thunder pencil
Riding waves in search of peace & balance

—– Lightning Rhymes —–

Lightning Rhymes is a poem about the struggle to free myself from the sticky web of patterns & emotions. Sometimes I succeed & sometimes, I simply don’t. I’m learning every single moment to “deal” with me in order to find the inner peace. When the snapping snaps; when I loose my balance (psychological as well as physical), the whole ground shakes. It’s just not myself, who get affected.

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Please check these poems as well: Conjurer by PoeEternal (1), Parentheses and blinding light by Choices (2), My Hissssing Eye (3)

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