Long Scrolled Poems
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Hewn with story untold
Towering mass cut then rolled
Bared, stripped leaving majestic mold
Surrounded with ringed truths manifold
Cored, its residual value poled
Branchless foil whose tender hath been sold
Slighted twig, limb but unvarnished dome not doled
On its base remaining premium scrolled
Trite, sentimental heirloom pared bold
Statuesque sentinal in sylvan fold
Subletted perch, ant stronghold
Milled by termites hundredfold
For weary travelers a foothold
Scortched by fire; its hearth roiled
Yet, remaining viable hostel in tenuous wold
Vulcanized, its pure essence remains for all to behold
I have bought an old typewriter.
Black and silver scrolled, heavy as history.
Up all night, dreaming up a desk for it.
The desktop had to marshmallow plumpy
to avoid the rattle of any disjointed poetry.
The white legs shaped just right.
I put a black lace garter on all four.
The antiquated machine
speaks a thousand words of English,
if you peck at it with a thousand fingers.
I have hired a woman. For is this not 1923?
A help who will never seek to comprehend
what I ask her to type.
Today the old typewriter, the desk, and the lady
are all in place.
I pace the floor in my frock coat, mumbling
into a full beard.
“Sir, do you want me to type
that incoherent incantation
you so wearily utter?
“Just type anything, but be sure it is almost believable,"
I admonish.
Two opposites, unknown of their fate,
Randomly surfed the wide internet before it was too late.
From one end of the country to the other end.
Scrolled and scrolled, like it was never going to end.
Oh! It was just a click, that's how we met.
From hesitant texts and calls,
To glee when texts and calls are received
And later turned to elation.
Oh! It was just a click; that's how we connected.
Excitement and nervousness just rushed
When we met for the very first time, we just blushed.
There was no lack of delight.
It's hard to forget that sight.
Oh! It was just a click; we felt something ignite.
Later, it turned into hope and positivity
The foundation is built on trust and love, togetherness and unity.
We met, the folks met, and the process went on.
And finally, we tied the knot, vowing to never be apart.
In happiness or sorrow, in light or darkness,
In beautiful times or ugly times.
We vow to share each moment together,
And walk through all the odds and evens together.
Oh! It was just one click,
That we found each other for life's sweet and bitter journey.
Let Me Live for Me (Before Wi-Fi Drops Again)
Let me live for myself a little, please,
Let me sit with my soul in quiet ease.
I’ve fixed the world, I’ve solved the clan —
Now let me figure out… who I am!
What am I? How am I? Where do I stand?
Why does life feel unplanned?
I search for myself with dramatic flair —
Then forget why I even came there!
My culture, my country, my identity too,
So many roles — which one is true?
This tiny life, this fleeting song,
Why does adulthood feel so long?
Time gives no warning, age no clue,
No “update available” popping through.
This breath-by-breath subscription plan
Expires faster than we can.
Life slips through fingers like grains of sand,
No instruction guide, no helping hand.
No blinking sign, no flashing light —
Just Monday turning into Friday night!
This era runs at lightning pace,
We blink once — boom! Someone’s replaced.
One moment trending, next moment gone,
Like yesterday’s forgotten song.
Who knows when the thread will snap?
Mid-sentence? Mid-dream? Mid-afternoon nap?
At which turn, on which road bend,
Will Google Maps say, “Journey end”?
Where we’ll go — no one can say,
Life just changes day by day.
Plot twists come with no preview,
Even destiny says, “Surprise for you!”
So before I log out of this grand show,
There’s something important I need to know:
That I have met my inner light,
Not just scrolled through life each night.
Not lost inside the noisy crowd,
Trying to make my ego proud —
But pausing long enough to see
What it really means to be… me.
So let me live for myself right now,
I deserve that much — allow me somehow.
Let me stitch small lamps of peace inside,
Where calm and chaos both reside.
Because in the end, when curtains fall,
No trophies, no applause at all —
Just one soft whisper, clear and free
“I met myself… and she met me.”
They told me pick a lane — a stable one,
a sane one, something with a pension
and a plain one-story frame.
But I was born between the margins,
They built a world of metrics — everything measurable,
everything scalable, everything designed to be consumed
and then forgotten in a feed.
And the poet stands inside this engine heart wide open,
breakable,
bleeding beauty onto pavement
no one stops to read.
The likes become a language.
you learn to carve your deepest truths into shapes
the platform nods at — shorter,
sharper, stranger,
never odd,
never flawed,
And the creative mind
was never built to function in such an artificial society.
where you produce or you vanish,
where you post or you fade,
where your worth is a number
and your art is a trade.
Like a Puzzle piece Out of place.
Peace to the puzzle when I feel puzzled
about where I fit in this game of life.
I've wondered if the words would ever return,
I've scrolled through the noise
looking for proof that someone,
somewhere, is still telling the truth.
but refusing to let the system define what it cost to keep creating,
keep believing,
keep designing a self worth fighting for
in a world that didn't build space for mine.
My mental health is not a flaw in the blueprint.
It is the blueprint.
Every breakdown was a draft.
Every dark night was revision.
Every morning I chose the pen again
Sworn together by my troth my May bride
when joined were glad hearts on eternal date -
Rome did not fall nor the planets collide
and blessed by the Fates we did celebrate.
You wore pearls, rings of emerald and gold,
and girl, you and I an earthly child bore -
O’ Venus, heed my words that I have scrolled
for we were once the gods of Love and War.
No tempter’s dragoon, no fool’s inaction
will keep me apart or sworn vows undo,
and without further lapse or infraction
I rededicate my life unto you.
Keep me close and tight in your loving arms
and in the rescue of your mortal charms.
Written: August 2004
While shepherds watched their flocks so white
All contemplating dusk,
Their ’phones received some breaking news
All thanks to Elon Musk.
His Tweet announced a virgin birth
In a stable by an inn,
They danced around the windswept heath
To a flute and violin.
In Bethlehem was born a child
A-sleeping in a crib,
They scrolled the Twitter crowd’s response
And thought it rather glib.
The innkeeper was quite concerned
That crowds would congregate,
Quick-thinking Joseph found some wood
And made an extra gate.
A star was shining overhead
That none had seen before,
No pundit was prepared to talk -
Not even Patrick Moore.
The stationers caught unawares -
They hadn’t got a clue;
A strong demand for calendars
For ADs One and Two.
The cattle started lowing -
As only livestock can -
The news spread fast across the plains
To every working man.
The shepherds all were gobsmacked as
Emotions ran so deep,
The spectacle of three wise men
Sure beats watching sheep.
A cub reporter scrambled
As the iPhone users scrolled,
Instructed to get pictures of
Some frankincense or gold.
The wondrous child lay fast asleep
In swaddling clothes and fur,
A shawl fell from His mother’s back
As she spied the gift of myrrh.
When wise men booked rooms overnight
The licensee did smile,
But camels tethered in his yard
Left a substantial pile.
The faith that followed Jesus’ birth
Did prosper and endure,
But spare a thought for stable lads
Recycling that manure.
I am a poet, an artist, a writer
A lover of humanity
This poem I write is about the Grenfell tower story.
Kensington,Kensington
What have you done
Blood stains and tears are scrolled upon your veins.
For a dollar , a pound or two
You brought plastic instead of foam
You thought their would never burn.
Kensington,Kensington
Hypocrites and thieves
You brought these souls to their knees.
Twenty seven storeys
One hundred and twenty flats
Six hundred souls were all entrapped.
Kensington,Kensington
While you were sleeping
These souls were heating.
Higher and higher the flames kept on rising
Hotter and hotter their became
Calling out all in vain.
God how I wished it had rain
Kensington,Kensington
Look at your streets.
These souls you see is because of your greed
Kensington,Kensington
Stop your lies.
It's time you open your eyes
These crimes of yours is what you have reap
There are souls unaccounted for on Latimer street.
Numbers are increasing, mothers are still weeping
Kensington, Kensington you need to restore
Crowds are escalating.
Questions asked , answers concealed
Kensington, Kensington I fear
Your unanswered questions
May provoked a political war.
Five million why not a billion
You spend this much on nuclear wars
Kensington, Kensington the public needs answers.
Families are in despair
There cannot be repaired
Kensington,Kensington you need to start reconstructing.
These souls are everywhere
Mourning and anguish
Anger and fear won't disappear.
Kensington,Kensington the dead is knocking
Their ashes are spread everywhere
Soon their will be demanding.
False promises slow response
Will only awake the sleeping
Kensington,Kensington the dead needs to be resting.
It's been so many nights
I've scrolled down my contact list
& Highlighted your name.
So many nights you've crossed
My mind and never left.
Wherever you call home
Wherever I call home.
Places I thought we'd never go
Desperate finding our way back.
You're name a direct reflection
Of the sun,
My finger an eclipse.
Unknown to the philosophers
And professors who study science.
It's been so many nights
I've scrolled down my contact list
& Your name has shone bright
Like some shooting star
Searching for something it's lost.
Knowing our history
You'd have to be there to have
Seen it.
Without first contact,
I miss you every time
you usher me
with the allure of your muse
on drafts of featherless wings
through the breadth of night's air
away in the distance of dreams
i am swept
into the depths of imagery
that bestir my imagination
and arouse my ardent desire
wrapping me
in a blanket of verse
that becalms my weary soul
as words fall down tenderly
encompassing me
with the caress of thoughts
that trace the edges of my existence
with the whispers of your voice overheard
as i read each poem scrolled
i lose myself within the lines
as i send wishes adrift on stars
on the drafts of featherless wings
and fade in the distance of dreams