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The Fall

Fall time ascends to my preoccupied mind,
Colours clashing so loudly amongst silent flora,
But as I stare I feel, so boldly, a translucent aura,
So disodent next to brothers and sisters they sing proudly:

"We are all created equally different and still,
You will find us standing together wholly indifferent,
The ground and sky that hold us: bind us forever."

Why do people think themselves different?

My vision shrinks to the cold metal box by my meal,
To a screen of brothers and sisters screaming loudly:

"We are all created unequally different,
Find us standing together; it will turn to incident,
Respectfully heed what we say, then you will see,
The ground and sky that separates us is not free"

Copyright © Bub Bhat | Year Posted 2016



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What Are We Doing

Life so blue what have I done to you? 
Your daunting frame constricts my days,
And I feel the air in my lungs dissipate, 
Cuts so deep I bleed and I weep,
For more than one crushed soul beneath your heel,

Sitting here in my tiny box full of thoughts,
Watching your raging despair and relentless fury,
There is no God that hath made such imperfect savagery,
There is so much we know lost to echoes from the past,
So much we yet don't because our greed is fast,

Blessed with a world so rich and bountiful,
Cursed to be sucked dry by humanity's scoundrels,
When invisible masters tug at the strings,
Half the world bows down and sings,
We're only the architects of our own destruction,
Choosing to trust in stories resurrection,
Instead of trading today's hate for tomorrow's affection,
To live with the knowledge that countless will die only knowing misery,
Is only to hope that my own life will measure to some antonym of our history,

The universe shows us everyday how much there is to discover,
But we spend our time watching and fighting wars with each other,
There's a infinite sky speckled with possibility above,
But we hang our heads low and call this life enough,
This paradox is what drives me to empty pages,
Waiting to be filled with more empty proclamations,
No one will listen and no one will know,
Of a fearful boy's bitter poetry or prose.

Copyright © Bub Bhat | Year Posted 2016

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Sad Boy, Sad Life

Like one way glass was his existence, 
Staring longingly at the other children,
Not one held out a helping hand, 
Not once did he offer resistance,
Suffering the slings and arrows with apparent indifference,
No one knew his foundations were built on sand,
Day by day to year by year they crushed him with persistence,
Was this what life was to be,
To be ridiculed and mocked for being me?
Tears hot upon cheek and fists clenched,
How he wished at that moment to turn invisible,
It is a hard thing to pull the trigger,
This ending would be better he figured,
I remember his final words to me,
"My life is a prison and this way I’ll finally be free"
Children can be cruel and unforgiving,
That’s why he rests in peace no longer to walk among the living.

Copyright © Bub Bhat | Year Posted 2015

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Understand, You Don'T Understand

You are strong and continue to be,
Some of us didn’t have that luxury, we are alone,
You take pills to go to sleep, I take pills to end my heartbeat,
Some of us only want to kill the damned bleakness,
You are a fool in your ignorance and call it weakness,
Some us embrace the idea to end our miserable existence,
You read it in the papers and call him or her an idiot,
Some of us see no alternative when they sap our spirit,
You must understand that you don’t understand,
The darkness that descends on the tortured commands our hand,
Carrying out an act so heinous and wicked to you,
Can free us from the shit this life has dealt for few,
While you talk of another’s action and call it stupid,
You cannot understand how badly their lives have been ruined,
While you sit there and talk of your son with pride,
In my mind I scream at you that I too was once on the cusp of suicide,
You do not understand your son once wished to die.

Copyright © Bub Bhat | Year Posted 2015

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One In a Billion

Eyes shift left and right filling,
With every one in a million,
Or should I say one in a billion?
Willing to believe in the odds,
That each of us were born with a purpose from God,
To be unique and one of a kind,
One spinning fantasy built on a fallacy,
That we are all individuals,
When we’re really residuals of line,
Stretching longer and stronger as time passes by,
As depressing as it sounds,
I’ve hit the ground,
Slam.
Open my eyes shifting left and right filling,
With one in a million or should I say a billion?
Maybe she’s willing to deliver me from rock bottom,
Throw me a rope for all is forgotten,
I see a sliver of hope in your smile.

Copyright © Bub Bhat | Year Posted 2015



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Scribbled For Sanity

I am plagued by blinding insanity,
Living tortured and alone; cruel fatality,
Pushing against the walls of reality,
Looking for distraction in material vanity,
Finding no solace; only a mirror of anxiety,
Some seek the answer in desperate piety,
Others seek power and excellence financially,
Or seek it in arms of lover's fantasy,
I have yet to find that intangible bliss; happy,
This is why I scribble for sanity.

Copyright © Bub Bhat | Year Posted 2015

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Storied Continuum

I am your lord and savior,
Holding thy life in the palm of my hand,
Heed my words and know I am not kind,
I shall excuse your despicably free behavior,
And teach you to die by my stern command,
For that is the way of the respectably defined.
He was my lord and savior,
And thus he shaped my life with the palm of his hand,
To avoid such fury I obeyed and followed in kind,
I found excuses for my callously free behavior,
And learnt to die by stern command,
For that is the way generations are confined.

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The Thought of You

My heart seizes and time stops,
The blood rushes to my head and I can't talk,

The thought of you washes over me,
I drown in the pleasure of your company,

What could I say that would not reveal,
A man turned to boy feeling so surreal,

You are a vision causing most reasonable mind to fall to cliché,
My sorrow the moonlight and you; a summer's day,

Your beauty radiates beyond the guise of skin,
It takes form in your laugh and from your eyes within,

I have taken a mere glance at the woman beneath,
And felt the joys of her love for a fleeting beat,

I am not myself shaped jagged and distant,
For I see your smile and my world crumbles in an instant,

Our eyes lock and I am traveling through space,
The possibilities of our love as countless as the stars we'll chase,

Your perfumed fragrance fills my lungs afresh,
As my head starts to swim to its tune; weightless,

Many a writer yearn for inspiration in experience,
They have not found even one moment with you invokes brilliance,

I fear I would only awaken and would be as it seemed,
Your touch is but simply a desperate man's dream,

You place your hand in mine and I am yet grounded again,
For I am not a religious man but to this feeling, amen.

Copyright © Bub Bhat | Year Posted 2015

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Humanity

A consortium of souls,
As bold as the new age,
Abuzz with ferverous purpose,
Attack their work until it yell play,
Asked to stay not longer than energy permit,
And yet energy submits itself like the sun,
Abundant and nourishing with uncompromising focus,
Align themselves with perfect chaos to produce progress in any form,
Ablazed with myriad rewards yet driven by one; to be alive.

Copyright © Bub Bhat | Year Posted 2015

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Transient Love

I love you and I know to fear it’s true,
Despite everything that points to safer avenues,
I love you, and I hate that I love you,
For loving you is to feel, the displeasure
Of our pleasure together, an imminent end,
Looming like darkening weather.

Our agreement was struck,
That we would indulge, firm grip on reality,
Yet I think of you too often, and pluck,
The forbidden fruit of intimacy,
Entertaining a dangerously vivid fantasy,
But I am lovelorn and you are love wary.

Discovering pieces of you, has shown me,
That I’m no good at letting people go,
No longer okay with being strong,
Weekends between the sheets makes me weak,
I know it’s wrong but...
All this time together is tearing me apart,
I can’t hold on forever but I hold you in my heart.

Copyright © Bub Bhat | Year Posted 2019

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