Losing You

[This one has a self explanatory title, it's about the little part of someone's grief over lost love]

It's about to rain,

Gushing out the blunder,

From the dark clouds of pain;

My life searches a clue,

And the reason for losing you...

Here I am, back to start,

Swallowing all regrets,

Fate played its worst part;

But I'll love you forever & through,

Even after losing you...

-Priyesh

Unspoken...

[In this twentieth, I tried to express the nature/properties of unspoken things for an individual. So, can speaking up clear things or add to the peril?]

Fear of the end,

Many thoughts collide and blend;

Many words the mind utters,

Mumbling inside and left unspoken…

Thoughts from the past or intuition,

Still refraining to meet conclusion;

Expressions flutter and calm down,

Caged inside they are unspoken…

Could speaking up have made a difference?

Unlike now, the silence and the distance,

Feelings die down, precipitate,

Evaporate, fade out and are unspoken…

-Priyesh

The Deprivation

[Nineteenth poem is about the deprivation of love one experiences before falling in love. I hope you like it. J ]

Befriended the garden bench,

Love thirsty, searching to quench;

If this reason needs explanation,

It’s all about,

The deprivation.

Lived in solitude till now,

Needs a soul that cares, somehow;

My deserted world needs cultivation;

That will eliminate,

The deprivation.

Be my shade, I sought sun,

Sooth me with love and heal the burn,

Let me be your possession;

And help me escape,

The deprivation.

-Priyesh

Still Standing There...

[Eighteenth one below is about a man still hoping to find his love back, regardless of what separated them.]

Cherishing my thoughts all the time,

Assassinating eyes, like one sweet crime;

I still love you, I still care,

But you walked away and I’m still standing there…

Viscous ocean of pain keeps me sinking,

Sitting at the shore, I keep thinking;

The ship of love ripped apart, beyond repair,

You disappeared and I’m still standing there…

Fisting handful of memories, from the past

Of the love that didn’t last;

With watery vision at you I stare,

You never turned around, I was still standing there…

 -Priyesh

Dying Light

[Seventeenth is about ‘evening’. It describes the atmosphere in the evening as gloomy or tiresome sometimes. So, it actually wants us to tell that there is a bright new morning waiting after a time span. I hope this one below somewhat succeeds in its attempt to message us. This one is rather shorter than the rest.]

Fading the colors,

Of a tiresome day

Yielded nothing,

Such a wasteful play

The redemption calls after the dusk

And to reclaim yourself

After the dying light.

That light hides itself

And goes into exile

Wait for the dawn

It’s promises ain't fragile

It asks you to retreat

Just to start all over

And it calls itself, Dying Light

It calls in the birds,

All those winged lives

Calling to rest,

To refresh hopes, and it revives

It’s the recess of efforts

It seldom sports gloominess

And we call it, Dying light 

-Priyesh

Caged Heart

[Sixteenth one here is about a heart that is afraid to do what its supposed to do. I randomly put it into the following.]

Struggling inside

Confessions it will hide

What possibly could blow it apart?

Then why it locks its freedom?

And remains a caged heart…

Sits by the shore of sorrow

Hesitant to expect tomorrow

From it, pain needs to depart

To heal the thorny memories

Sinking inside this caged heart…

It chants savior’s name

It can’t play a deceiving game

It’s not cunning or smart

Restricted within strange bounds

Bounds of a caged heart…

Falling in love, it fears

With ashes of loneliness, it smears

Aim right, like a determined dart

Make it run free,

It’s not supposed to be a caged heart...

-Priyesh

They Don't Care

[Fifteenth today, a very simple explanation of how one may feel when they want to share something in times of happiness and sorrow. Very basic. ]

The immense joy,

The intense sorrow,

They don’t even know you’re there,

Because, they don’t care.

You sit alone sulking,

With only the reason and you;

And disappointing horns blare,

Because, they don’t care.

You beckon the least interested,

They have their world to live up;

And its worthless to share,

Because, they don’t care.

Wise to rejoice alone,

Wise to weep alone,

They can’t see your expectant stare,

Because, they just don’t care.

-Priyesh

Epinephrine Mug!

[For the fourteenth one, I choose to pen something on my favorite beverage, coffee. So sit back and enjoy the brew!]

Enlightening senses,

Diminishing exhausting fences;

I sip on my drug,

From that steaming epinephrine mug!

At home or workplace,

relishing with solace

Counteracting boredom shall unplug,

Around my epinephrine mug!

Mercury goes down or the sky drizzles

Every sip overpowers you and sizzles

Enthusiasm itself will hug,

While romancing with the Epinephrine mug!

Superimposing your presence,

With its scintillating essence;

Sip, gulp or hear yourself glug,

Take pride with your epinephrine mug!

-Priyesh

I Suffocate

[Thirteenth now, just about how one feels suffocated when things they want to share are staled inside, they do mentally suffocate.]

Not in crowd, alone I suffocate,

Love or Hate?

What’s in my fate?

Mind’s divulgence I create,

Traps me and I suffocate.

Solitude, no soul-mate,

With hatred they dominate,

Like a clumsy letter on a slate;

Cursing my state,

I Collapse and I suffocate.

Unattended dinner plate,

Just rage to stimulate,

Thoughts I absorb and radiate;

Me against myself, in a debate,

Iterative thoughts make me suffocate.

Compensation I accumulate

Heavy like a crate,

Whom shall I demonstrate?

Just that I don’t exaggerate,

Thoughts choke me and I suffocate.

-Priyesh

Walking Alone

[In this twelfth, I tried to summarize a little part of what we feel like when sometimes we get upset and want to walk alone. Just a little explanation below]

Sometimes you lose,

What you choose,

Like a distortion in life’s hues;

You pick a different path to walk back home,

And nobody sees you walking alone.

Head sunk and frowned,

Feeling heavy and drowned,

Lifeless hopes that surround;

You walk into the eternity zone,

The world goes on but you are walking alone.

Preserving your secret,

Hiding in regret,

Nobody to interpret;

Frustration speaks in a coarse tone,

And you cover unknown miles walking alone.

Bruised and broken,

Shattered and shaken,

Guilty mind awaken;

Where sympathy could have been a backbone,

But you keep the distance and you keep walking alone.

-Priyesh

The Father

[Twelfth below, In a very simple manner, I tried to express a very little part of whole of what a father is to its child. I hope this little composition does its bit.]

From God, your happiness he’d borrow

From God, about your peace of tomorrow

With you, in joy and despair

With you, in kindness and care

You cried, he consoled

You cried, he sworn never to scold

You calmed, he felt content

You calmed, made you sleep and went

You giggled, he felt that sheer joy

You giggled, he bought you another toy

For you, he’d get everything you need

For you, he’d do all that great deed

For him, love him ample

For him, be a child’s best example

He will, thank god forever

He will, defy you never

What would you be without him,

He’s your dearest, Father!

-Priyesh

Captivity

[This is the tenth. I tried reducing the lines to minimal use of words. It's all about drowning in love. Quite captivating!]

Soulfully sublime,

Vivid like mime…

Drowning in its intensity,

Sinking down deep

Confined in her captivity…

Keeps me awake,

Evidently! Not namesake,

Puzzling curiosity

Unwillingly locked inside

The doors of her captivity

Love blinded

Entangled and winded

Her command, my activity

Walking behind in chains

On paths of her captivity

 Loves me seldom

I’m deprived of freedom

Neither I want her absorbability

Nor I want to escape

The clutches of her captivity.

-Priyesh

Playing The Lead

[I hope the words below are able enough to sprinkle some qualities which are must for a person who likes to lead]

Put yourself in a competitive garden,

Let your mean determination harden;

Enhance the anticipation for success and greed,

You reign while playing the lead!

Efforts from core, with momentum & flow,

Opponents grow jealous, tantrums they throw;

Watch your minion’s bow, the sweat bead,

Enthrall yourself, playing the lead!

Tear against the obstruction stream,

Virtue in your eyes shall sparkle and gleam;

Conquer the pinnacle with unmatched speed,

Mandatory only when you’re playing the lead!

Depletion in rival’s action,

When you turn the tables in spilt fraction;

Sow with hope, your innovative seed,

Will sprout aplenty while playing the lead!

Crave for more, opportunities will adore,

You shall be praised in galore;

Helpless negativity will bleed,

Domination gets encapsulated in playing the lead!

-Priyesh

Shattered...

 [Eighth now, a very little part about how one may feel when that person loses hope.]

Sensing defeat, I feel gloomy

All the right reasons, pointing to me

Motive fragmented and lay scattered.

Can’t take it any more, I feel Shattered...

Confessions I shouldn’t ask,

Couldn’t hide my excusable mask;

No place for courage to be gathered,

Helplessly bowing before you, I feel Shattered...

Mistakes tell me I should be ashamed,

No one else but myself to be blamed;

Never realized what could have mattered,

Thorns of regret sinking in me, I feel Shattered…

The jeopardy and the trouble, in my ears they ring,

Dawned upon me, what sufferings they bring;

I make sure everything to be heard,

Before the next time I feel shattered...

-Priyesh

Leaving Behind Those Crutches!

[In this sixth attempt, I tried on an inspirational topic. Its all about how one can keep out the comfort zone and achieve with an unquestionable effort. I hope I put it rightly in here.]

Destiny ain't so near,

Even if u fall, the almighty comes and fetches;

Late before never, but you’ll walk,

Leaving behind those crutches!

Success itself prays for you,

Set yourself free from the depressed clutches;

You’ll feel killed, but you’ll walk,

Leaving behind those crutches!

Clock feels stuck but you’ll learn it quick,

Tears trickling down, but within hope’s latches;

Checks your patience, but you’ll walk,

Leaving behind those crutches!

Nearly there, you will sense it,

You can win any moment, destiny itself searches;

Blinding out the obstacle, you’ll walk,

Leaving behind those crutches!

-Priyesh