Maybe I can’t see through
All the games
People play
Maybe I’m stupid
Maybe I just didn’t get it
I’m tired of watching my back
Figuring out what I lack
Cut me some slack
Get back on track
Maybe I can’t be
I can’t see
All those spectacular things
That happened without me
Dreaming in circles
Walking into endless
Complicated situations
Reality based on assumptions
Suicidal dreams
A window into clarity
Soundless screams
Put an end to your charity
Pushpanjali Banerji
11 comments:
since i dont know the context, assuming there is one, adjectives fail me! But some of the lines are just what i feel at times, especially the first few lines. great poem!
vinni
Never said aloud
Never whispered
Never even thought-bubbled
To you
Remains the paining load
The burden
Of things I was longing to say
Always, like a hopeful coward
Shyly
Getting away with an excuse
To say it some fine day
To be flung playfully at you
To make you giggle and brush them off
But like dry petals
Colorless, dead
In my sweaty palms they lay
Damn…
To be flung at you
Some fine day
With me
All my life
The secrets, the forbidden ones
The foolish, innocent reasons
For wilted roses
N half eaten rotting buns
In my bag
Are destined to stay
With a sweet hope
That to you
Get spilled they may
Some fateful moment
Some fine day
"But like dry petals
Colorless, dead
In my sweaty palms they lay
Damn…
To be flung at you
Some fine day"
:)
i know thts a bit funny...
Is your writing chiefly inspired by life?
There's a lot of pain and hurt there and a tinge of bitterness. As if you were left forlorn at the top of a dark staircase and had t ofind your way down alone, on your own, and you stumbled and fell a lot on the way down.
I'd have liked this one with beer. Chilled.
Let's catch up soon.
Do you notice a pattern? Wherever I've commented, this Rohit Talwar has too. Funny ain't it?
Ragini, I noticed the same thing! Yes. co-incidences can be quite amusing !
Rohit- I DONT LIKE BEER! what abt that lemony whiskey drink i made u put together? eh, eh?
@ Ragini-
i think everything is inspired by life, every bit of the world is living in some way..This maybe completely irrelevant, but i was wondering about traffic signals today. and i realized they had more power than a human being. Millions of people stop and move according to its wishes. it had its pride, and end of the day its humility- when it turned yellow, with pegions resting on its head, it seemed to just be doing its job, And, like a saint, it was the source of income for many beggars in the area. Like a human being who likes to help.
guess my writing is too.
Stumbled down the staircase. Maybe. Many times.
This is all the bitterness i have, though.It just comes out on paper, and fades away, as time passes, it disappears.
your last comment, just absolutely beautiful.
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