I chose the red pill » Poem

Shaken, not stirred

hari — Fri, 25 Jun 2010 09:55:30 +0000

Last night, a lot broke up at home:
Mom’s shattered cutlery was epitome;
The car-windshield and dad’s chart,
Left no trace like my foundered heart.

Money would replace the losses,
All but one, which was still in musses,
The broken heart shall take its time,
Yet, it shall tick, weak and sublime.

My heart was always brittle,
It always fell prey to battle,
Layers of flesh and bones,
Couldn’t stop the pelted stones.

I foresaw the onslaught,
But all precautions went naught,
Ignoring the aftermath at bay,
I gave my heart away.

I blame none but myself,
Fighting eventuality itself,
I lost out, and nearly killed,
The heart which now stands tilled.

I pop pills to blind the pain,
Wearing plastic smiles to attain,
Much-needed closure and faux joy,
Contrived, like a child’s battered toy.

Someday, into the future,
I shall rise, aroused and mature,
Then, I’d beam and past, now interred,
I was sure shaken but not stirred!

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Torment to Triumph

hari — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 13:38:35 +0000

Those magic eyes in perennial sparkling-glory,
And the vivacious smile that kills each worry,
Have abruptly muted their radiating presence;
Your face now betrays painful silence.

Perhaps fate played its game unfair,
Or you were overwhelmed with scare,
A blitzkrieg of failure broke apart,
All your hopes and crushed your heart!

Before you resign to tormenting depression,
Open your mind to the vehement realization,
That you’re now at the stepping stone of success!
So, learn from your losses and smash all duress!

Pluder that monster of pessimism,
Let hope fill your mind’s wide chism!
For, ghosts of defeat will forever haunt,
But your discerning grin will render them gaunt.

Find inspiration in every facet of life,
Bolster positivity to scrape all strife,
Your mind’s stronger than you imagine,
Equip it like a turbojet engine.

It’s high time you woke up to joy,
From life’s nightmares that made you a toy,
I’m sure you’d have the skies in thrall,
Simply ’cause you’re the best of ‘em all!

P.S.

Written for an enormously-talented close friend who’s going through depression, thanks to life’s myriad games.

Buddy, if you’re reading this – CHEER UP! I’m SO SURE about your success. These temporary setbacks happen for a reason. Just realize why, and come back in action! We miss you!

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To G, with love.

hari — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 15:37:11 +0000

A ‘ping’ was all it took;
Not a gesture, voice, or look,
Where books had many an angelic face,
Back then, I met my sis at amazing pace,

Adorable and cherubic, her smile,
Vanished my pains in absolute guile;
My tears evaporated in her voice,
That gurgled like a river with poise.

For many, she was a dear sister,
With brothers whose numbers stood sinister!
The diva of charm, she stretched her hand,
And did every bit to understand.

The epitome of beauty and elegance,
Her exquisite eyes depicted brilliance,
She made the random fashion statement,
In a calm shimmer of slurring enlightenment.

Today her love is all I seek,
In wondrous respect, silent and meek.
“I’m her bro!”, I shout out in pride,
For, she’s one in a million, with a heart as wide.

- 5th August, 2009 – (Rakshabandhan).

CC Credits: TiagoRibero

P.S.

G, if you’re reading this – you’re THE most special person in my life. Wouldn’t have lived through all this, had it not been for you. A torrent of emotions crossed me today, and I felt, I HAD to publish this.

I’ll be there for you, till my dying day.

And as I always assure you:

“You’re THE BEST, sissie!” >:D<

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Bizzare

hari — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 10:23:29 +0000

Within the endless pits of time,
Piercing many layers of grime,
Flashes of light flickered deep,
Crushing dreary, dark sleep.

Countless miles of darkness,
Scathing pain and duress,
Excruciating screams,
Crushed-to-pulp dreams,

Amid sordid blights,
Lay spine-chilling sights,
Dismembered and abominate,
Hell was reincarnate.

Revelation struck hard,
Rendering brains retard,
The scathing premonition,
Had indeed wiped out volition.

P.S.

Quick ‘n’ Dirty Poem!

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Frame of Mind

hari — Sun, 31 May 2009 18:30:23 +0000

By the bed – deep into the night,
I lay exhausted, in pitiful plight;
With eyes shut and body warm,
My life was in excruciating harm.

I know not how it fell apart,
For, not so long ago, it was art!
Setbacks galore and twists abound,
A dying clock’s needle – life now sagged around.

Hope was another four letter word,
Massacred by destiny’s sword.
Fragments of it flickered with life,
Pointless gestures amid tormenting strife!

Nowhere to go and no one to talk,
None bothered to join me for a walk.
There was someone who would’ve held my hand,
But she’s in the arms of another with land.

Yet, a dazzling smile adorned my face,
The joy of melancholy had its grace,
I knew my day is not far away,
For every slumdog has it’s millionaire day!

P.S.

No, I’m NOT depressed! I wrote this poem long back, when I was down. The other day, when I glanced through my old works I felt this was good enough.

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It’s time

hari — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 03:51:49 +0000

With sparkling brilliance the sky shone,
As the lark soared high and alone;
Singed by the searing heat,
She was alert, she couldn’t be meat.

Unbeknownst was the path,
Which was quite a warpath,
Her feeble mind had but one thought,
Death, it must come nought!

Her children, tiny and weak,
Hunger struck them, their wails bleak,
T’was famine with no food in sight;
But they had to see light.

The tiny worms in her paws died,
For everything in them had dried,
Her wings grew feeble, she felt,
She saw her body melt.

Cruel are the vagaries of nature,
They spare none, no creature.
And the lark fell, dead and gone…
For time and tide waits for none

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Fear

hari — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 05:38:46 +0000

Have you ever experienced fear?

Have you ever felt that painful, numbing feeling that hits you in the head?

Have you ever tried to realize what it means to escape death?

Have you ever thought about pain?

Have you ever caused immense harm to someone and later laughed over it?

Have you ever done something totally unmentionable?

Have you ever made caused immense miseries to your loved ones?

Have you ever asked a child what it means to die?

Have you ever made a vow and broken it the next second?

Have you ever said and blatant lie and taken it back?

Have you ever been afraid of anyone?

Have you ever experienced fear?

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An ode to the perfect sis…

hari — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 06:30:00 +0000

“How hard it is to be an only son!
No one to talk to and no one to play,
When I’m alone and down.”
As a child, so I used to say.

As clocks ticked and years fell,
Lik leaves from the tree of time,
I found someone; so nice and swell,
She was my sis, sweet like sugared-lime!

She endeared me with her words,
In a voice, so divine
Her talent left me without words,
And her love was an unending gold mine.

True, She’s not a blood relation.
But I pray to God every night at nine
That she be my sister, my true relation
And eternally be mine!

Written exclusively for my favourite ‘sister’ on her birthday! Love ya loads, sis!!

Btw, that’s my first poem. Er technically it’s the third, cause you can’t even consider those ‘ramblings’ I’d written in my diary when I was in the fourth grade as even meaningful prose, let alone poetry!!

So, sue me if this sounds corny!

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