When you were with me,
I can sense the divine serenity,
Your presence portray clarity,

Why you change then?
Turn into a burden

Of feelings that crushed my emotions,
A needless souvenir of dejection,

All I have left behind is what I was,
Waiting for the time to pause,

To rewind me back to my past,
To crave forever the time that never last!

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New Year

Awakened with old Broken Resolutions,
This year I wish to Fix my Time,

So I made a small list of Decisions,
And toasted “Myself” a Glass of Wine,

The joy of the New Year is so merrily responsive,
While the howling last year softly resigns,

This year I hope to alter something,
To be a New Me, to be a novel, Earthling,

This YEAR I desire to see the world -Happy,
To be one amid those Heroes who Challenge their adversity,

By standing tall or flying up away,
By defying all odds, by defying the gravity.

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Image Credit: Pexels.com

Frozen In Time

I stumble upon on some photos of mine,
It looks I am just frozen in time,

With those emotions, I lived that day,
I miss them so much – today,

I pinch to zoom with my fingers to see more clearly,
I can sense a part of my frozen memory,

And then the tears smiled for those pretty little moments,
These frozen memories are my everlasting ornaments,

Someday once again I will visit these photos of mine,
To smile for my doppelganger who will always remain frozen in time.

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Image Credit: Brad Robson

The image is painted by an Australian based painted Brad Robson, who mixes realism with abstraction and brings up amazing representation of lively textures.

Smartphone

poems

It’s my small window to see the world alone,
It’s my memories and my subtle clone,

It’s the one with me always,
And feed the lights in forgotten ways,

Its a blunder of emotions sometimes,
Sometimes its content and sublime,

It’s rocking my universe with magical acoustic,
It’s so playful sometimes and sometimes mystic,

Its the only thing, I wonder I can rely on,
It’s my unwise Smartphone.

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Image Credit: Erin Pollock

About Erin Pollock: I just found the image very relevant to my poem, so I added it. If you want to know more about the painter click the about link.

Thanks 🙂

a pinch of everything

Those days, my destitute soul thrives on uncertainty,
And they all out there are unearthing gold of ecstasy,

I set aside with a notion, is this I seek,
All are just bidding higher for cowardly relief,

In my endless void, I may walk till the end and found nothing,
But I know I had lived a pinch of everything….

Priceless Attention

The Walking Flesh Want Some Perfection,
Wandering In Light Like A Reflection,
It Does Not Hunt For Love, Nor Need Affection,
It Thrives To Be A Part Of Her Priceless Attention.

A precious anthem

I speak they listen and ignore,
They judge me on my attire -so bore,
Today my time could be forever free for them,
But one day I will make it a precious anthem,
And They will pay with respect to sing it

aloud,

What more I would be for them then, a help, a work or just a passing cloud,

Don’t wake me

Don’t wake me up, I am a bit tired of memories,

Don’t wake me up, I am so tired of little big worries,

Let me sleep even when I don’t want to,

I will rise when my heart wants to,

I know you relied on me,

To hunt time for your every penny,

I just need to sleep for a while,

Before visiting this world so fragile,

My Journey

Some day my journey will end,

Relieved from the life I defend,

I wonder how I will see myself then,

Or I will be worried about hell or heaven,

Or I would recall the good or bad memories,

I earned throughout my lifetime, my tiny and big stories,

Or I regret of not enjoying time,

Or I appreciate for deeds that rhyme,

I may not think so much if I am fearless,

Struggling to align with the last oneness,

And at last nothing will really matter,

Thanking for all god-good wonders,