Glorious world with sacrilegious act.
Untamed people with staled facts.
Courageous ones are dismantled for instance,
Fictional ones are too fiction to rant.
Vigorous thoughts following with stance.
Humorous ones are hard to track.
Smart ones are too much for a glance.
Cynical ones, they never last.
Forecasting weather with a chance.
Hoping for a future with an incapability to adapt.
Drafting dreams while breaking pacts.
Hard-earned life is always up for the chat.
This world is a nuisance to be exact.
A Man
Gender has classified me, but I am yet to be defined. Does claiming for my manhood makes me a man enough or is it just another hypothetical reasoning to get me settle for the comfort of doing what is easy? Please enlighten me, what does being a man entails?
Daddy lessons taught me that a man gat to be wise, objective, responsible, reliable, adaptive, so goes the list. He cares for the wellbeing of his beloved ones more than his own. He secures his own insecurities to protect the inspirations of those who look up to him for they hold positive hope of believing.
From life lessons I’ve learned that language is the meaning, communication is understanding, and real man understands. Understand that in the uncertainties of nature we learn from the corrections of our misdoing. There’s strength in admitting our incapability and accepting mistakes enables learning.
I think real men have histories, history of lessons. Lessons that mold their inner-self into an admirable man. A man with a reputation that precedes, and monetary welfare is simply an enabler of man’s character in the modern world. My wish today is simple, when I grow up I wanna be a man.
Poetry is a cough
Lodged in your throat
That can never seem to come out
Uncomfortable and messy
It remains to be
Poetry is the tickle in your nose that wants to be sneezed
But can’t seem to find its way out
Poetry is the words on the tip of your tongue
That are caged by the incapability of being expressed
Simply left as thoughts without a home
Orphans of a mind that can’t even call its own thoughts family
Poetry is more than a feeling
It’s a pulse
It’s a rush
Only a heart can describe
It lives and
It breathes within souls that have so much more than this world can handle
Because they are the world
And they can’t even handle themselves
Poetry is a child
That is loved, cared for, and cherished
By mothers
Called poets
Poets who harbored thoughts for 9 months and birthed them into words of existence
Poetry is a believer
And an activist of pursuing dreams
Poetry is you
Poetry is me
Poetry is anything we make it out to be
And we will make it the best
It is yet to become
The moonlit trees
Sway drunkenly against
The kaleidoscopic backdrop.
Their lunar shadows
Stagger merrily
Over the forest floor,
Gaze longingly
At mice and hares and move on.
Soon their tipsiness and incapability
To stay upright will come to
A gruelling hungover end
As the golden chariot of
Apollo returns for another day
To light the way home
For lost leafy souls and
Drunken arboreal oaks.
And Diana’s wit and beauty
Will once again be outshone by
The mothering nutritious glow of the sun.
Sleepless years
Serenade nights with my jaded spun
Within the dream of unshutted eyes we meet
Yet, the shadow of you sets along the risen dawn
Ray climbs atop the hills of clouds
I'm like a soul dwells within an empty square
Which only replaced by brain and tasks
Never been tired unless without you
These eyes keep nailing
To the walls of past's projections
Droop by the reluctant heart
Much better when I stop running,
Chasing the absent of you
At the brim of limit, I sing
The song of my bias towards you
Towards time
And towards my incapability,
To forget you
AJoblessness is rough ask me
Friends vanish believe me
Your Family rejects you
And your other half blames you
Joblessness is tough believe me
Your incapability become laziness
And your jokes only bring sadness
You become a broken piece of the puzzle
That fits no more
Like the gloomy old days of the struggle
Joblessness is no good believe me
Society subjects you to constant surveillance
As if your situation was an act of defiance
Powers of the universe retrieve your soul
As I play no role and my life is out of control
'Incapability,
has often been termed to as
probability;
irresponsibility,
is responsible for
the unavailability
of the knowledge
of invisibility,
Adaptability,
has its benefits,
but in this world
of artists,
a capable human
is one,
who want to become
the favorite son,
get all things done,
with a feeling of
love, affection
& compassion,
keeping his eyes wide open,
while realizing the fact that,
he's neither a ruler or a king
in this creation, which continuously
sings the songs of glory
& supremacy
of the Almighty,
working to make work,
all the lives,
theories
& stories.'
voices of terror
they bring horror
Destroy you and leave you hollow
destroy you from deep,
deep like in your bone marrow
voices of terror
they confuse me like chemistry
they remind me of my incapability
to make me loose my identity
success and bright future
to them is just fantasy
voices of terror
i wake up in the middle of the night
hearing my parents voices
to open my eyes to reality
torealise that they are not there
voices of terror
open wounds that have healed ages ago
voices of terror i hear them
you hear them we all hear them
they are suicidal,homicidal
we say they are natural
they tell me to over dose pills
jump of the hill
go to a restaurant and runaway
without paying the bill
and my own soul to kill
voices of terror
they remind me of the possibility
that any day i could receive a call
that im no longer needed in varsity premises
due to my inability to pay tuition fees
voices of terror
they oppose my mission
my vision to change the world
voices of terror
they bring horror
they leave you hollow and shallow
they tell me daily
that there might be no tomorrow
cause life is something we borror
When you have Darkness fill your life
And the light leaves with a violent death
A feeling that flees leaving you with strife
To keep going onwards or to draw that last breath.
The Struggle has been lost
The Blood pours out of the Defeated
Energies from constant conflict are exhaust
The men who lie dying their life cheated
The defeated fall finally beaten
The fires of desire in their souls conquered
By Death Their Souls were eaten
Unneeded death by the incapability of concord
In the end all things die
So in the end there’s no need to cry
As the intensity of her tears fell upon deaf ears
I too like everyone else abandoned her
I hid in the closet for what seemed like days
This had become a daily regiment
The routine of you being pommeled & stripped of your identity & individuality
Me trying to escape the sounds that had become all to familiar
Being the coward that he was
Afraid of your strong will to bounce back from his brutality,
Fear of his incapability to break you,
I often wondered did this give him validation of his manhood
The room grew still...
I knew he had passed out in a drunken stupor from all the excitement
I emerged, your battered body appeared to be
Tossed in a corner like trash waiting to be thrown away
Now I know you were BEATEN, BRUISED but NOT BROKEN, A SURVIVOR
The amount of fire I hold
Astonishingly is more than the sun
But very unfortunately it does not reflect
Light nor does it generate energy
No smoke it emits, silently
Burns me down without flame
Instead of molten lava of ash
The hate of incapability which I have
Frozen it into a big piece of stone-hard ice.
I struggle with incapability
In my heart to hold out thoughts
Menacing my heart's pumps.
Thoughts about you
Makes my heart's pocket heavy
I sometimes in tears
Something tearing me apart
Your No to my prepared Yes.
I wish, wish you know
How much my heart esteem you
Today is the last.
Lord, I don't understand.
Maybe I never did.
The destination of the path seemed so grand,
yet now it looks horrid!
Why?
The dragon You've placed, mine to fight
still breathes fire and brimstone in my neck,
but I'm armoured with incapability to smite
and the cobblestones You paved lead to this wreck.
Why?
I dreamt of the moon,
but couldn't reach the stars,
so I drifted into the sun and soon
I would be burnt with scars.
Why shroud my mind with dreams of peace at daylight's bend,
yet shred it with horrors at night?
Why let me pursue a rainbow when
there never was an end?
The past is bathed in murky waters
and clothed in miry clay.
Now the future looks no better
and mere words can't express what I wish to say.
Lord, here I lay at Your mercy,
angry and heartbroken.
You don't make mistakes and You set free.
Please, I beg be my beacon!
Loose the shackles,
break the chains
that I may serve You again.
Show me the true way You planned,
for I have reached the end of this one.
Drenched in incapability...
...The signature of stress...
...with diversion crippled by distraction...
...This failure to be one's best...
...Confusion dictates sustainability...
...Common sense redress...
... Unreliability you accept without regret?
...Observation cruel...
...You believe no cure...
...As you allow yourself to sink below...
...further great depth...
...Yet your confidence stealth - blind...
...Many circled in your cry...
...You gave up - You gave in...
...And now you pay the price...
...Face your demons they're on the rise...
...They have torn you in two...
...and now they monopolise...
...somewhere inside of you...
...You somehow forgot to believe...
...To help yourself...
...To help yourself...
...Will some day set you free...
Your capability to think indirectly amazes me,
the ability to twist things around amazes me,
how you go on cribbing about the world being unfair to you amazes me,
my incapability to comprehend you at times amazes me,
how everyone is a wannabe to you amazes me,
your self obsession amazes me,
your notion of being the best amazes me,
your two sided nature amazes me,
times i feel that you are better than the rest but your proficiency in letting me down amazes
me,
how you manipulate without being labeled as an opportunist amazes me,
how you make me pick up the pen and write this stuff amazes me,
the way you fool me with your straight talk amazes me,
way you make me think hard amazes me,
how you make me realize my faults and learn nothing amazes me,
way you make me feel useless and sick inside amazes me,
the fact that i can't ignore you amazes me,
my honesty amazes me,
my naivety amazes me,
my inability to become like you amazes me,
why i don't call this a complexity amazes me,
but people such as you don't seem to amaze the world,
as world's nothing but a place for manipulative people and that amazes me.
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