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