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Showing posts with label short poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short poem. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 March 2012

Just Like That . . . .



I want to live,
I want to die,
I want to reach above the sky.
Above the earth,
I want to fly,
Though impossible, I want to try.
I want to jump,
I want to roll,
I want to seperate my body from my soul.
I want to crawl,
I want to run,
I want to shine brighter than sun.
I want to love,
I want to hate,
I want to win and defeat my fate.
I want to die,
and take rebirth,
as a illusion on a seperate earth.
I want pleasure,
I want pain,
I want to run madly in rain.
I want to smile,
I want to frown,
take my bike and hit the town.
I want to stare,
I want to blink,
I want to mind, nothing to think.
I want to scream,
I want to shout,
on a lonely road I want to roam about.
I want to take,
I want to give,
a cheerfull life I want to live.
I want to laugh,
I want to cry,
this poem will make your mind fry.
I had less,
but plenty of time,
So, just like that, I wrote this rhyme . . . .

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

A Poem . . . .


A poets rhyme that never rhymes,
a guilt rising after a chain of crimes.
A thought in mind lurking about,
a voice in heart craving to come out.
An un-understandable phrase,
that drives in a lot of praise.
A creative play of thoughts,
that can beautify even moon's blots.
An unbound flight of words,
flying high, higher than birds.
Some kind of unnurtured imagination,
its a person's emotional creation.
A voice from inside our soul,
a direction pointing to our goal.
A substitute of facial expression,
a written account of our emotion.
A justified creation of a crazy mind,
rarely born and hard to find.
Some creepy truth that rises fear,
or incomplete love that brings down tear.
An expression of the cries unheard,
a mental speech of a speechless bird.
A weapon with no explosive,
but a great damage which can give,
no bloodshed, just a hallucination,
which can destroy a whole nation.
The most powerful creation of a human,
which can eat up every devil, every demon.
A tool to make a dead speak,
it takes your emotions to a peak,
this is what I say a poem.
That is why I write 'A Poem' . . . .

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