Felt like life : 3 poems, different stories, same life.

The following are three poems I wrote at different phases of life. A different mood in different light of sky. I look back at them, they seem not like me. They seem like those marks left behind on trees by travellers who had walked this path way before me. 


Scribbled dreams (2024)
Ideas and thoughts. 
Some stories or nothing at all.
I think sometimes,
What is this?
What is this weird stream 
That flows across my soul
Sends shivers, leaves nothing at all. 
It's a man I feel like,
Acts like an animal sometimes. 
We talk rarely,
He plays the non confrontational game. 
Seems an introvert,
Not sleepy at all. 
Rude, very Rude 
But sweet sometimes somehow. 
Who are you ?? 
I ask.... 
He says -
Who am I ?
Oh its me, it's you.
I am you 
I am you who never shined 
The you you tried to hide. 
But I pull the threads,
You haven't gone insane. 
I am divine, 
Not the rapper kind,
But with useful insight.
-neil 


Is pain it all ? (2023)
Inside this realm, of stars
Inside this love of ours 
Is pain, is pain it all ? 
Is pain the driving soul ?
Inside this heart of mine 
Is pain, is pain it all? 
Has pain become my soul ? 
So be it. 
Let me suffer, pay for it all. 
Let me feel what I have given, 
Let me see my sins return. 

Let herself become my driving soul,
So thy eyes become my only world
-neil 


Somehow (2024)
There was something somewhere, 
I had thought about, 
While I walked across this same road somehow. 
I was short, 
A steadfast boy I was. 
Wicked in nature,
I was curious, asked always How ? 
Well that day was a cold one,
I walked alone, 
Not used to then. 
I don't remember that, 
Nor how I felt. 
I feel like that boy 
Is not me somehow. 

It's a burden now,
What seemed fun a time ago. 
I carry it around 
A soul scattered,
A joy lost,
A death celebrated,
By you. 
How ? 
Was it so easy somehow. 

-neil 



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