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Rotting By Illness

What good is my being when I cant be myself. 
The only thing i am good at I cant deliver rap. 
A virus shredded my skin and dwelled deep within. 
And all am doing is rotting on my remains. 
My throat can't empower my words
My mind cant think 'em
My eyes get blurry every single time i blink' em
Lying in my bed as a dying rotting carcass
I am choking my lungs on my own putrefaction
I rise each day picking my body's every fraction 
But i cant seem to find even with floor any attraction
My head cant balance my body on floor
I fall on to grapple every nearing door
My feet dont agree to take me to door
It's not my throat anymore but stomach that roars
No matter how much i bathe no matter how much i scrub, rotting things can't get rid of their odour. 
I feel like a zombie,  bed is my grave and am rotting in my own living  remains

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I Am the Sea

I dont sleep, i hate losing control,
I dont weep, i hate to be exposed,
I am a book, see my cover and judge,
And you shall never see me open up,
I pass my days fleeting time like waves,
Calm on surface, rumbling in depths,
I hate the sun, it exposes my salt,
I hate to be cold, it makes me halt,
But it's not my choice to be this way,
It's weather deciding how I shall stay,
The ones who see just water on me,
Aint got right eyes by which to see,
My surface dont say what I am bout,
Like the land, everything on ground,
The monsters mine reside deep in me,
Am not mundane, but anomaly,
The land has been terrorised by space,
But nothing can destroy my peace,
I have been here, alone and dark,
And I shall be here, the message is stark,
So if you see and go from far,
I won't care much, I dont get scars,
Sagar for sea shall I announce,
Everything'll be dead if one day I pounce

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Sky and Sea

Sky and Sea
Sky and sea though far apart, each plays for other it's vital part, sky is vast and sea too deep, but still sky got it's light to peek, in the depth of sea indeed, live creatures fierce and cute that needs, by sky as caring to feed it's beasts, and quench it's thirst by drinking sea, though it's too salty,unfit to drink, sky knows tricks to tame this prick, sea is mighty,strong and fierce, but sky tells it that "we are peers", "i'll go blue and u'll be too, when i'll be black u'll be ditto" The sea jumps high, far till it's reach, sky is religion he wanna preach, though sea prays none and is atheist, it's sky that so bad it wanna meet, buildings crumble,people die, but sea jumps hardest, needs to touch the sky, though it may seem they never meet, it's breeze in betwixt that touch all feels, those are for sky and sea that tries, sea flies high with warmth of sky, it's love is enough to make water fly, they meet sometimes that causes storm, this is the nature and so our norms, their love is pure and always warm, sky loves sea and sea loves sky, I'll be the sea, will u be my sky?

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The World You See

Yellow is air, but not with flowers, 
Particles in wind, but not dandelions, 
The nature is taking over this place I live, 
But not in the manner I want it to take, 
The air is adorned with Particles of dust, 
Filling up my hair like my head has got rust, 
It's kind of true if we see what nature is trying to tell, 
I've not been able to use my brain too well, 
Every time I go out, eyes are red and closing, 
Some are due to sorrows, some lack of sleep, dozing, 
Every person seems to be a machine in itself, 
Who is using everything to survive without a help, 
Dont know people are extracting their energies where from, 
That they function smoothly in a swift sandstorm, 
Each has a motive, everyone has destination, 
Reaching at that point, they have a next new station, 
There is no stopping, no time to wander at all, 
No time to ask questions, no guts to ponder at all, 
Every person seems so lone, even when with people some, 
Every one has got a fight, with a companion in that none, 
Fake smiles, fake people, fake motives, fake preachers, 
Falling people daily in the traps that are invisible, 
This might be the world that is, this might be the world you see, for now I'll say world is exactly how a person decides to see

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Making of a Cactus

Like the winter dawns after sprinkling rain, 
Damp it was, to torment it came, 
People with fire in their hearts survive, 
What can one do with a heart mundane, 
The howling wolves, the rustling leaves, 
The windy sounds, the door that creaks, 
All make fake calls of friend that comes, 
But that wont come, that's trapped in love, 
The days that passed under trees in march, 
And telling it's hot in may, so sway, 
That sway didnt meant what that word means, 
But now my hi too means that word, 
I aint got heart that is made of steel, 
That could get cold in this winter's day, 
But i was a friend that could die for one, 
But now that offer's off the tray, 
Now face that guilt, if can regret, 
That you made a flowering tree like us, 
You were leaves that fell apart, 
Turned me into a prickly cactus

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Schizophrenia

The sun burns down my skin, 
It's tough to live in a city of sins, 
Every face i see every moving one, 
Seems like to murder he has come, 
This fear is splitting me in half, 
Turning me to a schizophreniac, 
Where a part of me is trembling with fear, 
While the other grabs knife for who comes near, 
One guy is afraid of getting pierced with nail, 
The other is having a hobby of playing with flames, 
When a guy drives slow at the speed of snail, the other wants to trample at every sail, 
A guy is shy to speak to girls at glance, the other holds grudge to strangle a neck, 
No wonder being alone supports the strong, the weak one wouldn't stand alone too long, 
So the lonely wind that trained vicious mind, 
Did what it did best and found bleak person mine, 
Soon the trembling me was murdered by me, 
And i became my own enemy, 
Where no one to speak, strangers wont bleed, 
I cut my wrist to see the flowing red i need, 
One attempt is saved but i didnt stop, 
I sock my fist on the hardest wall, 
The wall wont crumble, my fists do that, 
No one to pour ideas of despair, 
The sorrow wrecks havoc in mind, 
No one to share, rage multiplies, 
The ones that were left for me too left, 
And I am accused for my own peace's theft, 
The empty heart that's left by all, slowly in it seclusion crept, 
And after that none was there to save, I lied there lone with a nature wrecked, 
The heart got veto, convinces mind, 
No use of us, let's collapse, it's fine
So I kill my self and that's a crime, 
cant explain that convicting my sick mind, 
Coz I cant go back to the days when ill, 
When I murdered my part that was weak and frail, 
So don't have excuses, cant blame that, 
I was no longer a schizophreniac.

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Thunder Storm

Lightning burns the dry tree, 
 that dried due to lack of rain, 
it's death came due to absence, 
 but presence is to be blamed

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The Second Place

She told me that we're friends forever, 
I thought it's bliss and not a chain, 
But all this seemed like having shambles, 
My glory wont gain, would remain the same

She told me it's the best place to be, 
By putting me in the bestfriend zone, 
It felt warm and cozy in the start, 
But then it didnt feel like a home

Everything I said, every quote I made, 
Was declined by saying I am not allowed, 
If this is the place that's zenith of love, 
Then why cant I speak without a doubt

She told me I am the one who cares, 
I was the one to heal her despair, 
The only person who can make her laugh, 
But not just someone she can love

The love I had was growing inside, 
I couldnt bear the pain, 
So then I told, 
About my love and the place I need

She told me that the place ain't mine, 
Assured that it wont ever be, 
The top mark was filled by a guy, 
A person in 6 years, never seen. 

The guy was abusive, 
Left her crying, 
But still she says 
"I wish he were mine" 

This fact she told, 
Hit me like truck, 
I couldnt do anything, 
Just curse my luck. 

I couldnt have bore the pain anymore, 
So I gave her choice to just 2 roads, 
One road was where I'd walk hand in hand, 
Other where she'd walk alone, my blood on hands, 

Not hard a choice that to you seems? 
What's tough in choosing one who means, 
The world to you, cant live without, 
She shot my heart without a doubt. 

She told in an instant to go away, 
I wont remain in cage, i swayed, 
So this is how I escaped friendzone, 
By not being someone to her anymore.

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The Cursed Me Or River

What if the dreams you see are real, 
Worse is if the real is dream, 
As things you see in times upright, 
Are the things that you can never achieve,
It's not that you're not worthy of it, 
It's not that you dont have will to succeed, 
It's like you're thirsty and flowing is water, 
But putting your hands in would make others bleed, 
The time you touch the river that's flowing, 
Is time when you'll be quenched of thirst, 
But water in palms is clean and clear, while river has turned to putrid state, 
These things dont happen in life that's real, 
But what if all this happens to you, 
Would you be willing to kill the forest, 
The animals that live on river so pure, 
To keep some water in your bottle and store, 
And quench your thirst but kill the spores, 
I couldnt do it, so killed myself, 
Nature can handle another death, 
Feed on my carcass, my flesh and blood, 
I hope the river has it's glory attached, 
This was my story, symbolized but true, 
And i wonder if this has happened with you, 
So why to call it a truth to decieve, 
Better to tell as dream and I woke....

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Escaping Friendzone

Shackles and chains she put me in, 
And pet me like a loyal dog, 
Killer she was but not of humans
She killed my emotions and my heart
How much I loved, I cant explain
I guess the true ones deserve the pain
Cause truth in world cant be tolerated
Hell is better, friendzone is shame
Atleast we know we'll be contained
The fires of that place burn lot less
Unholy tormentors of that place
Reply how they're expected by name
Verdict she passed, told me it's on
Either be friend or forever be gone
Destroyed I am, wont be no more
I chose my freedom over chains I wore

Copyright © Sagar Chaturvedi | Year Posted 2017

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