Home » Poems » Best » Rhiddhit Paul » Best Rhiddhit Paul Poems

Best Poems Written by Rhiddhit Paul

Below are the all-time best Rhiddhit Paul poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Rhiddhit Paul Poem

The Geometry of a Love Gone Wrong

Drawing lines between shapes of grief
Going in circles, awaiting the lietmotif
Now just a side of a triangular run.
With defences up like the Pentagon.

Then finally looking Love square in the face
While Hope's line slopes down in disgrace
Calculating a Geometry too disjoint
For Love to have a basic point.

Details | Rhiddhit Paul Poem

A Haunt of Circles

It is when I search,
That I find.
And when I find,
That I realize how truly lost I am.

It is when I listen,
That I understand,
And when I understand,
That my own thoughts begin to confuse me.

It is when I look back from where I came,
That I remember,
And when I remember, 
That I start looking forward again.

And,
It is when I question 
The linearity of life,
That these Circles haunt me.
They haunt me
Again and again, and again.

Now I pause, and pray
That you do too.
And I ponder awhile,
For seconds - just a few.
But it is moments like these
In which my choices I bewail.
For it is moments like these
In which start becomes end.
And ends?
Starts, without fail.

Details | Rhiddhit Paul Poem

Remember Me and Smile

Memories of you talking,
Simply talking to me,
About your day,
About a new song you heard lately,
About how you like worn out jeans,
And how you fangirl over John Mayer.

Memories of you smiling, 
That smile with your eyes,
Crinkling up,
Creasing,
Happiness.

Memories of looking for that flower from Italy.
Turning on the flashlight, 
Searching for it on the road,
And finally finding it back in your room.

Memories of that night we never wanted to end.
Our last goodbye.
Our last hug.
Our last kiss.
An end we never saw coming.

You said 'Remember me and smile someday.'
And I do.
So now, with no talks,
No goodnights and goodmornings,
I remember you and smile.
With an irreplaceable warmth.
And I am happy
Like I was before.

Details | Rhiddhit Paul Poem

Antimony

Dear child,
Do you see the lady in the red dress?
She has eyes like diamonds
Crystal clear, sharp, blue and shining.
And a smile that could
Stop your heart cold
And then, in a moment, bring it back to life,
She has hair that makes Niagra
Blush, and forget her own worldly wonders.
But darling dont be fooled,
For shes not gold,
Don't be fooled by Antimony.

Dear child,
Now you stare unapologetically
At the lady in the red dress
And chains connect the two of you at your ankles
Shackles of disguise
Do you walk as she walks? 
Stroll as she glides?
Wait, dear friend,
Let me meddle some more.
Turn your freckled face my way
And listen darling child.
Do not be fooled for shes not gold
Do not be fooled by antimony.

Dear child, 
I heard from the friend of a friend,
But you may suffice with just me.
The lady in the red dress is nought but a muse
And lures unwary travellers to fatal depths, foetal deaths.
You may think that you are a man of fifty-one
And flagellate your opinions of her to me,
To your family, 
To your sisters and your brothers
But be aware dear child
For you are a mere embryo 
And abortions do not draw tears from her gems.
So darling child,
Do not be fooled for she's not gold.
Do not be fooled by antimony.

Dear child, 
Do you see the lady in the red dress?
You disregard all I say,
Just as I had feared.
Your eyes follow the grace of her hand
And the blood of grapes
She so elegantly downs
In most ritualistic manner
From most ritualistic crystal goblet.

Dear lord, 
Pray that you are not hypnotised
But instead you pray that you may be the thread
And she the needle's eye
Yes, she is sharp
And polished and sews tremendous garments
Of Rage, Romance and Regret.
But darling child, 
Do not be fooled for shes not gold.
She is not steel
Nor platinum,
Nor copper,
Nor bronze,
She is not even as simple as coal.
Nor is she carbon's other allotrope.
She is crystalline - true.
But as toxic as can be.
My lady in the red dress,
Dear child,
Is antimony.

Details | Rhiddhit Paul Poem

My Fair Lady - a Writer's Romance

Not a blemish on your skin,
Not a mark,
Nor even a scratch,
Yet you tempt me,
Resent me,
Prevent me from Playing with my mind,
And agonizing my thoughts,

You ask me to draw,
To write,
To speak out my ideas,
To not be so disinclined to shoot.

My fair lady,
Our friendship is tough,
It is not as simple as love.
But, When we embrace
I forget
And My worries disappear
My thoughts begin to flow.
My heart begins to hear.
Then,

Then there is so much to tell you,
So many tales on my tongue,
So many memories on the run.

So My fair lady,
Why do You say you need more space?
Why do You ask me to find another?
And to continue our conversation with her.
Why do you say that you have had enough?
My fair lady,
Do you think that I bluff?

Look now,
In your presence I wonder
What I can possibly say or do.

I stare at you,
Quietly,
Admiring,
Appreciating,
Devouring,
Ruminating,
And yet silence is not your desire.
No,
Not tonight.

Tonight, You wish for words,
It is evident in your disguised beauty,
It is evident in your pale skin,
It is evident in how you shiver impatiently,
Fluttering as the wind blows,
Shining as the moonlight catches you.

You take a seat on the wooden table outside,
In the balcony,
In the icy air,
And wait for me to accompany you.

So My fair lady,
If that is what you want, 
If that is what you need,
Then let me find myself 
A pencil,
Or maybe a typewriter,

Let me find myself something
With which I may
tattoo your skin
With the prayers I pray.

Let me find myself something
With which I may
Engrave your side
With letters of Black, White and Grey.

Unless, I finally discard you, 
Crumpled,
Wrinkled, 
Used, 
And yet of no use,
No longer plain,
But feigned,
Disdained
Inane.

Is that your fate?
Is that your fate
Or is it too late?

After all this thought,
After all this time
Will you simply be
A part of the heap
Into which nights have seeped?
Will you simply be
Chucked away?
Just like she was,
A writer's romance of yesterday?

Details | Rhiddhit Paul Poem

Commander Clarke's Heart

Silhouettes ceased the day of pain.
They stooped over twisted remains
Of burnt bodies and of charred skin
Over Grounders, arrows, knives and kin.
And tears soaked the blackened soil
As Princess searched for abandoned Royal.

And a heart beat on pounded ribs.
Her own, perspired from the orders spit
Out to do what had to be done.
To murder three hundred, to save a clan.
To murder three hundred, to save a clan.

She shuffled out into the fragrant air,
Perfumed of blood, smoke, hibiscus tears.
And onto her knees she dropped and cried
The men were not hers, yet life she'd denied.

Timidly Thought echoed 'All was Fair'
For Death was a gift, raw and rare.
Yet Heart wept Regret and Regret
For what of their Children? And the pilfered pairs?

But as Spirits of men floated away,
Unseen by the Sky Princess, victor that day,
Chanted were prayers of sacrifice and strength.
Chanted were they in the villages and tents. 
Chanted were hymns of Heroes fallen.
Chanted were they in vengeance, swollen. Chanted were stories of warriors charged,
Chanted were they, with prides enlarged.

And a Heart beat on pounded ribs.
Her own, perspired from the orders spit
Out to do what had to be done.
To murder three hundred, to save a clan.
To murder three hundred, with a heart of sand.

Details | Rhiddhit Paul Poem

The Morning Man

He greeted me when we met this morning,
No handshake.
Just a 'Hello'
And while we stood there,
In perfect stance, 
I studied him a bit more.

He seemed calm, cool and collected,
And yet, his eyes revealed immature youth.
He seemed to care little of what others thought.
His half-hearted smile screamed in sooth.

He seemed innocent, 
Untouched by a world of worries.
Happy-go-lucky,
Unaffected by a hell of hopes,

And atleast he tried to be a realist,
For every thought I thought.

But the colour of dreams,
Had left him stained,
Stained in shades only he knew to be true.
Stained in shades that captured me
Grew me wings, enthralled me too.

They trapped me,
Grappled with my everyday act,
And told me about the secret, unbreakable pact
That we once had made 
A million memories ago
To 'Stay True and Be You'
Graffitied, college decor,

By two young boys,
With black hoodies donned,
In the mid of night,
Hiding from torches that shone.

And that was all I needed to know,
So I looked at him,
Before we got ready to go.
And as I turned away from the silvered glass,
We both nodded each other
Goodbye and Good Luck.

Out the door, 
I stepped that morn,
With half a mask, 
And half forewarned.
But I remembered that secret,
unbreakable pact,
Two young boys had made
With spirits intact.

And so I greet him when we meet each morning.
No handshake, of course,
Just a 'Hello'.
And while we stand,
In perfect stance,
I rediscover myself a bit more.

Details | Rhiddhit Paul Poem

Doodle Jump's Jigsaw Sculpture

She stumbled from the realms of reality,
From door to door, she hopped onto the staircase,
Stepped through a window on the way there
And sat on the ceiling for a tea break.

She balleted from brown paper bags to lenses and mirrors.
And swam from Mt. Kanchenjunga and back
And on the way, when the taxi stopped her for ice- cream,
She refused the umbrella saying
'I'd much rather take a bath in lava than get soaked in misery'

She jumped without reason from meaning and meanness
And happiness catapulted too
And Joy took a break from his mango burger and exclaimed
'You'd think Top Trumps would have a presidential suite!'

But all of a sudden there was an explosion of chocolates from the traffic lights
And she scrambled out of the way of Halloweeners and Soldiers from Bulgarian Shaw's.

And when finally the sun came out at night
She jumped back to the Boeing
Because Luna had invited her over for breakfast
And she was already late for the waxing
And waning she eventually took a look at Doodle Jump's Jigsaw Sculpture
To her relief, it made absolutely no sense
 And it did, maybe just a bit.

Details | Rhiddhit Paul Poem

Benches By a Gravelled Road

I tread lightly on this gravelled road 
And on the horizon I see 
Lights, skylines to die for 
Tantalized by beauty false
For distance rests between the door
And me.

And friends and brothers, enemies alike.
Pass me by, Their journey bleak
For their path is set, the common prime
Their path is set - this gravelled street.

And behind me walk a thousand more
Memories they can only be
Feet blistered by salty shores
Velvet red, but they dance a waltz
A dream of a dream, of Future
They see.

But, I tread lightly on this gravelled road.
Scavenging around for my Destiny
For distant illusions tempt me not.
The road is nought but larceny.

And empty benches line the path, 
To the deaf and blind, they beckon and call
But Utopia has their senses wrapped
Too clear to see the hundred maps
That lead them from their agony.

So I wade away from this gravelled road.
To delve further, to simply be.
Present in the moment, I take a seat.
To listen to gravel, under two thousand feet,
To clap to the rhythm of their unified beat,
Dismissing the distance
Between the door and me.

Details | Rhiddhit Paul Poem

Sorry

Fingers ridiculed thoughts 
As they poured effortlessly
On to the screen
The mind opening its doors
To a flow of energy 
That gushed out
A million melodies.
A million melodies
That lover sent lover.

But without a voice, 
A mere message was
Misinterpreted
Jokes turned into jaws
Laughter, a frozen lake
Whose ice cracked
And shattered 
And shattered 
A brand new day.

And silence haunted the minutes
Words were spoken
But not heard
And conversations
Paused and wondered
If they should be continued
Or if they should be cut
Into pieces
and forgotten
Forever
Maybe let them float to the bottom 
of that Frozen lake 
whose ice had cracked
and Shattered?

And on both ends 
Of the thread
Knots were noticed
And with desperate fingers,
With nimble fingers,
With hope that lingered
Untangled and unwound.
And in that storm
Of perseverance
and Opinions
That did not matter,
Another message came through
'Im sorry' it said
'Let's start anew'.