At first the pain was too damn bad
to say that I would live
Until the chance to add some more
came knocking on to give
And I would say of course for sure
I certainly need more
And respect the need to want and blow
my mind to add to horror
So now I claim I'm P.T.S.
and I can go insane
Ignoring all I did that day
when I was sure to blain
The poet wished to cry out loud
And vent the slithering pain
Yet void in his sinking heart
Won't let him flee this blain.
The pen then oozed in torrid red
To scribe 'bout the hovering gloom
Yet mind feared to find the words
Which would write the poet's doom.
If the poet broke his promise
No flower would ever bloom
So pen hid the poet's torment
Within a heap of silken plumes.
Prashant Shaurya ©
All Rights Reserved
Examinations is like a blain –
It is like a teacher with a cane;
Rules and decrees do clearly lain
To discourage us purpose main.
We are made scared and wane
Many a times makes us insane
Brain is trained by it to strain.
Exams are, for students, like sprain
In which they are controlled by rein.
But, few say exams make us crane
Which make us see out future pane.
Those suffered with zero only complain
That they had been disfavoured cocaine.
To get through it we need good arcane
Which many failures ready to abstain.
Can students have a nice campaign
To refer the exams a challenge plain?
Let’s use it as a tool success to attain
And not complain against it again.
I.
The night hangs heavy in this room.
Only dead-folk live here now,
Except me: my eye-fires burn -
Angers, regrets, remorses turn
Lazy circles, dancing silent
In bodies of these dead-folk
They have stolen. What right have they?
I – I bid them go; they stay.
II.
There’s nothing for it, nothing for
This illness – no nostrum, potion, nor salve,
Magic nor science – all in vain.
Shall anything heal this heart-made blain?
Yet who is ill? Not I – it’s them!
These dancing bodies – no part of me.
Not even mine. “I divorce thee! -
Ah, ah, it’s no use – impotent fury.
Am I mad? A moonbeam splashes
Across the sill, vaguely lighting
My room, in which I am alone.
III.
‘Tis the curse of the godless age:
My Venus lies dead, impaled
On my floor, washed in moon-light.
The dead-folk speared her, then took flight.
We shared the moon-lit solitude,
My dead Venus and I, her wound
Yet fresh and bleeding. The silver spear
Pierced her heart. I draw her near.
Night-terrors must I face again.
Alone now.
Alas – how?
Mfs speak the same story.
Trophey kids right?
We settle for the same glory.
Statistics growing up.
We've never seen the same jury.
But no father growing up.
Excuses be the same cornies.
Living life asking why he didn't want us.
Way before Fresh Prince even played a part among us.
But as a youngin.
Knowing forever wasn't promised.
Truth like David Blain.
It just appeared among us.
So it was hard showing feelings all over again.
Halloween jokes.
Steady getting tricked by a rubber hand.
But that's how the treat goes.
When you put ya hand all in.
One for all.
But none for you in the end.
I felt a painful blain, during the feverish slackening of repeating rain
The pain far worse than a usual swell, reminds me how it rains in hell
If the drops could not perish from their comfort zone, my wound would want to make a moan
More than a red mark; as the rain continues, I felt my wound hit by a spark
The pain goes on like a wheel cart, only stopped when it loses its spiel
I wished the hectic drops would retreat, one step to become a memorable defeat
Defiance
Chained, detained like a primitive animal caged, enraged.
Jabbed, stabbed with finely sharpened venomous barbs, scarred.
Bled, fed nothing but hatred seasoned with dull puns, shunned.
Blackened, beaten as ear-piercing cacophonous screams teem.
Laughing, spitting blood; my spirit is lividly awoken, unbroken.
Distressed, testing the restraints I vigorously fight, trite.
Biting, clinching my jaw refusing to easily yield, repealed.
Whipped, stripped of hope the demon I awoke, provoke.
Unstable, ample the blain searing my wrist, resist.
Dismay may bear its teeth but I will not stray away.
Smile, while it wraps it claws around my throat, choke.
Bounding, seeping my breath as I refuse to bend, rend.
Gore poured will be avenged soon, relieving me of gloom's, loom.
Comes again
The hills surround the green summer grain
A tractor passed us on the muddy lane
A field mouse scampers as I hear the coming train
A sky of blue as I look up to see a jumbo jet plane
A church bell rings out as to us its history’s domain
A child walks by with his bicycle and broken chain
A dog barks as if to say I want my dinner again and again
Then silence comes as we are in fields of tall trees bowing to the sun fain
And birds are singing and flying as courtship in this open plain
A corn field yellow diverts my eyes from the black clouds about to tipple rain
We lay under the canopy of the wood as the smell of the steam raises from a fence once a blain
A walk away we reach a fish pond and men of the village sit and contemplate sustain
An evening draws in and we walk home with sights of butterflies and a sense of our terrain
I hear the thunder,
He yells of the pain,
That creeps into his soul,
With blotches and blain,
The lighting strikes,
Leaving his mark in the grass,
where will he go next?
Never to return to a already touched path,
Rain splashing unto grey stones,
Drowning us with her sorrow,
Showering us with her agony,
And burying her heart to wallow ,
I wait the sun to come,
But only to be burned by her scorn,
My skin cooked from her rage,
And my body for-worn,
Then the gentle moon comes ,
And she heals me with her kiss ,
Gravity pulls me to her ,
There i lay on the crescent of her bliss.
My heart is alleviated,
Wishing that it was all a dream,
Hoping to wake up soon,
From this nightmare,
Nothing else matters to me,
I left all left behind,
Looking at your eyes bright,
Staring at me,
Feeling the deepest pain,
Yet comes another day with full of rain,
My heart is empty and blain,
Pounding like it would drain,
When you are far away,
I want to hold you tight,
Wishing that you are mine,
Forever and ever together never apart,
My soul, body, and heart,
Loving you always and forever,
If you ever ask of what I want?
A man who is interesting, loving, caring, funny,
He is the one that you are,
And that is the one I want,
When I touch your heart,
Wondering how long can it be hold?
Forever the lasting heart,
8:55 am Wensday, waiting for your call,
My mind wonders off,
Wondering why?
Wishing to hold you forever tight,
Missing you dearly,
Trying to be on your spot,
Not knowing what will I do,
I just can't believe that this is happening,
Remember I am just a phone call away,
Best friends are always there,
In good and bad times,
I love you, Vic now and forever.