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Arn Ban Poem
for when the wind blows strong,
its tough to withold ur ground,
the surface withers, scars are formed,
but its the time your skills are honed,
your vigour may weaken, you may go down,
but u should know not to frown,
for all that matters is what you desire,
to be reborn from your ashes or,
just burn in that fire !
Copyright © Arn Ban | Year Posted 2015
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Arn Ban Poem
Many a days i spent lost in her thought,
and the nights fled by imagining her by my side, though there she was not ,
but still my heart beats everytime,
trying to match her's with mine, like a synchronous rhyme,
but just as the dawn breaks in,
a horrid reality sneaks in,
and emerges right back in my mind , that dreadful thought,
that i so wished would have rather forgot,
the fact that shes there no more,
and my abandoned boat has now even lost its only oar!
Copyright © Arn Ban | Year Posted 2015
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Arn Ban Poem
A sudden surge of cold blood gushing through my veins,
A strange altercation of unknown emotions flocking my brain-
driving me insane,
trying hard,even harder as i may, but could not hold back
those tiny little drops of pain,
out it came breaking all barriers of manliness constraint,
draining out of my burning eyes,
each drop having a tale of its own,
of pain, anguish and sufferings else unknown,
down fell the curtain ,unfolding all memories that were not so fond,
breaking me,choking me, tearing my heart into pieces so several that need not be counted,
gasping for breath i looked out for all those scars that
could not be healed left on to me just to get me haunted,
yelling with a voice resonating with my pain,
just a small admonition against Him-
"Oh lord was i that mean to have been darned with so much pain?
living my life in utter disdain??"
this aint a story of An insane,
Its only a specimen of His pain !!
Copyright © Arn Ban | Year Posted 2015
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Arn Ban Poem
Sometimes in my room,
in the middle of the night,
when darkness loom,
lit at the corner a dimming light,
glowing with all its might,
a score of thoughts raging in my mind,
as i hold on to my bed tight,
screaming from within, i gather to think,
as i stare bluntly out of the window pane,
"what is that i dreamt would be,
and what it finally became of me,"
and the clock on the wall..
ran fast as it may,
as i woke up to another new day !
Copyright © Arn Ban | Year Posted 2015
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