Best Restlessness Poems
His buddies called him Brant, he was the strongest man
made of solid muscles and he seemed mighty;
he became a fugitive after he raped two women
and robbed to get money for his coke and whiskey.
One was his best friend whom he killed for a grudge he had,
and hiding his face, he pulled down his hat and felt afraid.
There was a reward for anyone who knew his whereabouts
or acquaintances, rumors attested that he must have escaped
to Mexico to join banditos who raped, killed, and robbed;
an American guy saw him in Acapulco kissing pretty chicas*.
He thought that nobody was looking for him and he laughed
in that noisy bar drinking Tequila* until he was drunk and sad,
but forgetting faces drenched in blood is pure madness;
he wore a sombrero* hat and mingled with friendly locals.
Marcela was not his favorite girl, she refused to sit in his lap
while he smoked Tabamex Toro;* he whispered, " Te adoro, mi querida*. "
And disliking the short phrase, she bit on his scarred, dry lip;
" Ah, hermosa, suave!* " He quickly reacted to the revengeful Marcela.
He didn't know that was a trap and be captured him by the FBI agents,
but he suddenly got up, slapped her in the face with murderous hate;
Marcela hit the floor and died instantly, " Bandido*, bandido! That's
my daughter! " The dark-skin man howled. He drew his gun with haste.
He shut him three times, Brant fell down and profusely bled from his legs,
" You are under arrest! " One of the agents said cuffing him with ease,
" We'll take you back to Texas and you'll pay for the rapes and killings!"
Every rapist and killer should know that restlessness allows no inner peace! "
* Chicas: girls
* Tequila: Mexican liquor
* Sombrero: Mexican Hat
* Tabamex Toro: Mexican cigars
* Te adoro, mi querida: I adore you, my dear
* Ah, hermosa, suave: Ah, beautiful take it slow
* Bandido: bandit
The winter is sagging in strength
And wary is becoming the graveyard
Of its inhabitants, lying in their tombs,
As they seem to stretch themselves
Up from their wintery drowsiness
To embrace the signs of life
Defrosting leisurely from the fatigue
In the vegetation around.
Soon will the greenery pick up
The trees will blossom
And the flowers will dance
To the songs of the birds
But the graveyard
In all its loneliness still
Would dare not shed
Caution to the wind
And risk its occupants,
Inspired by the sniff
Of the rejuvenation around,
Taste the nectar and walk away
Into the world outside
To be disdained as ghosts
If ever they made their presence felt
By all those whom they had loved
With all their hearts
Before their final depart.
I've danced forever;
temperance bound
under this vestal spell,
a captive in these conventions of virtue,
in these endless circles
of same guiding same,
someone else's expectations
deciding my every step.
All the while I entertain
the restless riots building within.
Where can we find the calmness of our minds and souls
Our minds are always running wild
Images of dreams overlap and overlap
Until they are messy and entangled
Dream may or may not come true
If it comes true, it'll become a reality
It yields satisfaction
Followed by the calmness of the mind and soul
If it doesn't come true, it'll become an illusion
It yields disappointment
Followed by the restlessness of the mind and soul
Unknown and uncertainity
Fate and destiny, fear and worry
Greed and dissatisfaction
Guilt and inferiority
All will erode the calmness of our minds and souls
Maybe we will find calmness in love and confidence
True and justice
And of course not excluding a religion
As a chance to achieve
The calmness of our minds and souls
We can adopt a religion
And pray to the almighty god
Who is always a good listener
And a good comforter
Restlessness
Saw it yesterday,
alone,
sitting on a rock,
not looking too happy.
Motionless
against
its own reflection,
glaring at itself.
It threw a stone
as if to chase away
the aged creature
looking back
as if the ripples
might ease the past.
Saw it look ahead,
slump wearily
against the ancient oak,
unsure, almost afraid,
of its future.
It stood slowly,
regained its balance,
moved methodically forward
each step unsure
for Time,
though ever present,
must keep moving
as it grows old.
7/23/2016
submitted to – New or Old – poetry contest
The moon is restless
roaming in and out of clouds-
Intermittent stars
Motions above and below
through eternal sleepless night
Shunning saffron days
night owls and fireflies revel
to nightingale's song
Wide awake blooms gaze at moon-
The wind's everywhere at once
Under washing sound of drifting rains,
Thunder lightning cracking at my sky,
I sit in distress restless and why?
This bold confusion and my mind wanes.
Tightly softly closing slender eyes,
Flashing stories that are not yours or mine,
Perhaps a pill or even too much wine,
Tossing turning disappointed sighs.
Bleak and flashing stolen songs,
These motions and or these fears creep,
I'll never rest! Why oh why can't I sleep?
Perhaps for spite or all past wrongs.
But fear not darling self this lonely night,
Sooner than sooner or later there shall be light.
I sit here and try to digress
To grapple on the hold of restlessness
Feelings of tyrannical fearlessness
Close your eyes and be helpless
Oh I throw my hands up to be rid of this mess
I roam and roam running from thoughts of sleeplessness
Twists and turns to untangle the rest
To conquer it all and be the best
No thoughts aligned and no progress
To wrangle through and pass the test
To see the way it all manifests
No prevarications or imitations I suggest
To keep away the nagging pest
It's cumbersome as my mind digests
My knees held tightly to my chest,
I thought the storm clouds were miles off in the distance,
Of someone else's distress.
But morning came, and the storm remained.
No water nor washing could wipe away the stains of sorrows
And restlessness from my covers-
My detrimental haven...
I could rot away here, the irony being I already do.
What treasures can shake me from my trance?
Little seems to speak to me anymore-
I have become stale.
Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed,
A wave of gentle enchantment caresses my quivering soul,
Whenever your shadow flees from sight, I enwrap you in secrets,
I lock in my canvas of thoughts your smile that reflects within me.
You are the path that bends between playfulness and yearning,
In your arms is the world, sown with wind and rediscovery,
Like a leaf in the play of the wind, I let your spirit carry me,
In the twist of fate that embraces cords of strength at its chest.
On the beach of eternity, my love, you are the storm and the fleeting dream,
The two of us, silhouettes in dance, sing the melancholy of passing times,
In us, silence is an ocean that separates and unites us clandestinely,
Our love is a temple in ruins that rises gloriously in dreams.
Soulmates, in the bitter chess game of the infinite, we were placed,
Unsquashed, always quenching our thirst in relentless searches,
Our pulse is an odyssey marked in echoes of stellar breath,
We love, tossing petals in the wind, without flight to be restricted.
Now I hold you, capturing your essence in me, for later you might be missing,
I lay upon you the hope that tomorrow you will laugh as you do this day,
Every farewell will resound like the cosmic echo of a heart in agony,
And every fiber in me will bleed for every moment without you.
Oh, woman, a wreath of joy and sorrow in his often weary hands,
When you are a sculpture of crystal, then a visage of bizarre pain,
In your odyssey, like a spring, desires will shiver,
The violin minstrel of destinies plays its score on the dance of fingers.
So remain, in the frame of the dream, in this our portrait,
Like the seal upon a metaphor of our ever lively and fervent love,
Take my hand and let's enter the dance, on the meadow of the most beautiful myths,
Woman, in my carousel, with magic and melancholy sweetly interwoven.
fidget! fidget! fidget!
until you can't do it anymore
fall! fall! fall!
until you reach the Bottom of the universe
run! run! run!
until you gasp at your last wavering breath
hide! hide! hide!
until you fade into the darkness of abyss
drown! drown! drown!
until a hand Catches you
gasp! gasp! gasp!
until Your lungs are free of Water
see the light?
you see it ... can't you?
Wa-Iza Sa-laka Ibadi Ani Fa-ini Qareeb. (Al-Quran)
"Am truly near.
I respond to one’s prayer when they call upon Me"
Haunting boredom creeps up on me
My soul will not rest its weary head
Manic thoughts plague my mind
Brings me chaos
Melancholy and joy fight for dominance
No peace exists, the madness persists
No stillness, no calmness
Brings me panic
Thoughts of betrayal haunt my mind
Deep waves of anguish overwhelm me
No happiness, no joy
Brings me agony
No point or reason
No time or season
Absence of my life
Brings me restlessness
Perhaps dawn; night will be strikethrough —
perhaps even my solitary nights.
Who knows, perhaps the sun —
though inevitable,a smile will defy its gold.
Perhaps twilight dawns are beautiful,
But even brightest dawns signal the dark.
Perhaps you will notice, a bankrupt smile.
Even night-birds chatter,
Even crickets, even in silent midnights,
Many a mongrels howl, perhaps —
a song, perhaps hope,
Perhaps you will notice.
Perhaps a golden dawn ray
will tap my shoulder,
and I will wake to bliss.
Perhaps the lark will sing,
or perhaps the clouds —
will be bright with rain,
The weatherman might be in error.
Perhaps I will finally dance; in peace
Perhaps…
Restless.
Gradual,
Haphazard,
Graced with the dexterity,
With jabs to its sides in the still wind,
With the dance of grey smoke from a pot of incense.
It breezes in the descending direction unto a platter.
A mass of saltwater–as it'd find out later.
The roars of the tides,
The whistles of the wind kissing the oceans surface,
The spirited slaps of the waves,
The ominous boilings in the under caves.
All and all– music of restlessness!
On and on,the dancing leaf on the ocean.
Middle of the night,
I woke up wide.
Staring at the ceiling,
I heard the rhythms of my breathing.
Fidgety, I was on the edge.
Did I forget some pledge?
Special day of someone I adore,
Or I missed some pressing chore.
Delving deep into my mind,
I got no answer, it was blind.
Yet the restlessness did not subside,
Till I saw the date blinking by my bedside.
One year has passed,
I saw you that night, last.