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Viraj Shah Poem
"Louis!",she calls out.
Yes,ironically I am the namesake.
A signboard-Please don't hurt me.I'm blind.
"Are you lost in thought again?
You and your stupid world!"
My stupid world.
I see her bite her tongue in my mind.
A smile on my lips.
"I am so happy today!
Won't you ask why?"
"Need I?"
Laughter.Sameness.Bliss.
Such conversations are a mark of years of friendship.
Unbreakable.Apparently so.
"I am in love!
Oh how beautiful the world looks
The hues, colours.They have deepened.
I wish I could lend you my eyes,
Just so you could see this for me
I wish I could explain everything."
I attempt to seem excited.
But it hurts.
Is the pain 'cause she talks about colours, in mockery of my blindness?
Or is it 'cause she will be gone?
Anyway, pain doesn't come with a tag does it?
I wish it did.
I guess love is blind 'cause even she couldn't see-Reality.
No!It can't be as horrible as cecity.
I guess the lover is blind.
Do I?No,can't be,she's only.
I perceive it is how you long for something,
When you see it being taken away.
I should tell her what she means to me.
I never have.No I shouldn't.
I hate this darkness.I hate this world.
Is it monotony or monochrome?
That which incurs upon the world,
A blind man's curse; my curse.
Monotony I infer,
Cause I never have seen other colours.
Or is it because I never have seen other colours.
That I am anguished in my void.
That, has to be it.
Cause sameness,it’s part of my life.
A measured comfort.Measured in my steps,in my touch.
Change;I hate.
I should go for my evening walk,get some stale fresh air,like every day.
My stick isn't where it’s supposed to be.
Did I smell her perfume today or was it his?
Where is my cane?
How long has she kept this from me?
Ah!There it is.
No,this can't be.A crack!
Couldn't she have told me before? Maybe I never took her hints.
But I loved this stick. She gifted it to me.It was perfect.
I know every curve on it,Every dent.It fits in my hand perfectly.
I guess I should move on,she is happy.
I can't do with this stick.
No I can't do without it.
Can't someone fix it?
Damn You God.Damn you life.
I guess even atheists look towards Almighty
When they really are desperate.
Wait!
Am I dreaming?
Is it a nightmare?
After all it is hard to tell when it's dark all the time.
Who kept that there?
Her bag.She must have left it when she came.
She forgets it so often.
Sameness.
A smile on my lips.
-©Viraj Shah,Po3ngineer
Copyright © Viraj Shah | Year Posted 2013
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Viraj Shah Poem
Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers.
Speaks an incomprehensible raspy language to subconscious;
Mind unaware,eyes chained to where blue meets azure.
Mourning waves wailing past sorrows unforgettable.
Scorching sun above witness, time's healing ointment
Calms sloshing, turns to gurgling, frothing & silence.
Waves' heights mark decibels, joy & pain quantified,expressed.
Wisened serene waters meditate,singing soothing hymns
To lone hearts seeking life's meanings in the abstract.
Descending blanket of darkness muffles frolicking surf.
Agony laden screams, writhing to escape clutch of terrors
Unknown. The blue deepens, murky black leaves sea affected.
Penance of shouting, weeping & sobbing at the altar
Of solitude, fruits into return of pristine innocence.Rebooted.
Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers,
Carriers of secret messages,unheard stories & salty tears.
Caressing sleeping ears, rise,rise to the sounds of the sea.
Rise...rise soon for a new Blue Ballad lies in wait.
-©Viraj Shah 30.11.2013
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Viraj Shah Poem
A Dream of Love...
And now,the fruit of
A dream,I had buried.
Surprises me with life...
I worried,the dream might
Be embarrassed if ever
It came into being
Ashamed at its inabilities.
I hid it from prying fingers
Yet it surprises me,comes to life...
All I did was think about it often.
Often enough, I hoped
To save it from forgetfulness,
Age and a bad memory.
Yet it surprises me,comes to life...So soon....
I loved too much I guess.
Maybe God felt sympathy,
Gave me a gift.
This gift
Of love
I'd rather not be given.
I wish to snatch it from the heavens,
Wish to make it happen.
Yet it surprises me...so easy...
The fruit I'm given;
This Love.
I cannot savour.
But then I can't not accept it.
I really must have it.
Cause it is after all
My dream.My love.
Dream...Cause it will come to life...
Dream...And bring it to life.
-Viraj Shah
Posted for Contest Any Poem/Any form- for new poets of Soup. Posted on 26/11/2013
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I give you light.
It's not a sacrifice,'cause I'm meant to.
You care for me not,unless,there is darkness.
Then you love me for what I do.
In light you store me away.
My wick hardens from the cold
As the waste of tears solidifies
I think of not loving you, not caring for you.
Whilst I'm on my own I prepare myself for you.
Yet,when darkness ignites
And you heat me with affection,
My insecurities melt themselves away.
I douse the fire within me to burn for you.
I'm yours whenever you want me.
Till then let me build my house of cards of hatred
Readying myself for your breath to come and demolish me.
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Standing cautiously at precipice, leaning
backwards-looks down.
Sudden thrust, feet leave ground, heart
pounding. He leaps.
He doesn't fall, reassuring earth beneath
spoils adventure.
Heart craves-helpless feeling of fall,
thrilling freedom & fear enslaved.
And fear enslaved rational mind, brews
hole in gut, hollows being
As sour tasting cowardice dulls
imagination. Desires numbed.
Defeat stares face,eyes shamefully shy
away, parched lips dry- twitch
explanations.
Addiction then wears sublime mask of
exhilarating adventure,
Petty truth, worthless pride of commoners,
be rooted to earth;
Thoughts take wings, paint visuals tainted
with experience,
Mind chains to ground, screaming-"Don't
jump, you will die". Legs frozen.
Death is but for mortals, invincibility
entices brave heart.
Weak-kneed it gives in to adrenaline rush
& impractical want of freedom.
Hopes fuel foolishness, foolishness fuel
hopes; each weakens unwavering reason.
But reason weakens true greatness. Heart
wills greatness be conquered.
Life useless lived uselessly for useless
use of living usefully.
Standing cautiously at precipice, leaning
backwards-looks down.
Life ashamed at such inaction in hind
sight sparks frenzy uncontrollable.
Toes quivering, excited heart skipping
beats, fingers flexed.
Sudden thrust, feet leave ground, heart
pounding. He leaps. He flies.
Freedom.
- Viraj Shah © 7.12.2013
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