Poems…

Poems to be read when your emotions have officially become a ball of yarn..

  • Call me rumi

    Call me Rumi, Because I like how the ‘R’ rolls off my tongue, Like crisp toast fresh out the toaster, And how the rest sounds like soft butter spreading on it, I tell my mother these reasons, She agrees it’s… Continue reading

    Call me rumi
  • My father loves my mother…

    My father loves my mother, And it shows, When she shows him a dress and he can’t react how she wants, So, his search history is filled with variations of, How to compliment your wife properly. My uncle loves my… Continue reading

    My father loves my mother…
  • Heart /House

    I think I’ll pack my feelings, In that brown briefcase, And leave this heart behind, Because it has leakage, And the marks on the wall, Look like you, They are red, And make me want to claw my eyes out,… Continue reading

    Heart /House
  • If we all die…

    If we all die,The soil will benefit,It will be nurtured,And plants will grow,The skies will be clearer,Most animals will have food,The endangered species will flourish again,The water will turn cleaner,Plants will keep growing,The world will keep functioning.If we all die,No… Continue reading

    If we all die…
  • Little life…

    I was 5, When my mother told me, To wear a dress, And host a tea party, I did it, And it did not suit me, So, I put on blacks and blues, But kept my pretty shoes, And hosted… Continue reading

    Little life…
  • Lovers of the stars…

    In the dark of this cold night, I sit alone, A poet of melancholy, I stare out the glass, That separates me from the sky, And it’s wild wind, Should it drive my mad mind, Insane, I stare and stare,… Continue reading

    Lovers of the stars…
  • My City

    [Verse 2] Coffee stained pages, Or my clean folders? It’s about time, I choose what I wanted more. Know I got to keep running, But I wanna take a pause, Sit down, And see what I’m running for. Wanna do… Continue reading

    My City
  • My City

    [Verse 1] It’s been years now, Looking through my window, Holding my coffee tight, But tonight, I have a million things on my head, A lifeless existence goes ahead, I’m trying to win this race, But don’t know if it… Continue reading

    My City
  • Medusa’s love…

    I wish you’re the one, That I’m always dancing with, But it’s your eyes; That I feel like I’m drowning in. I’ve seen many eyes like yours, And I’ve drowned in them too, But yours don’t feel the same way;… Continue reading

    Medusa’s love…
  • Do you think of me?

    Do you think of me, as the parched land thinks of water? Do you think of me, as the homeless thinks of a home? Do you think of me, as the navy sky thinks of the moon? Do you think… Continue reading

    Do you think of me?
  • Running

    I run,Not because,There is something to run away from,But because,There is nothing to run towards,And standing still,Is something i shall never learn. -Janx Picture credits: 🙂 on Pinterest Continue reading

    Running
  • Two Worlds…

    Two worlds, That is where I live, Misery, Melancholy, Sadness and tears, Tired, Empty eyed, A depressed lover of lies, Empty hands, Stained with ink, What should be clean nails’ Filled with paint, An empty minded lust, Is this world… Continue reading

    Two Worlds…
  • The monster under the bed…

    I was 2,When I clung to my mother,To be able to sleep,I was 4,When I learnt not to weep,I was 5,When someone said,There is a monster,Under my bed,And so there were horrors,Of a no-faced somebody,That could creep up,In my sleep,I… Continue reading

    The monster under the bed…
  • A steel blade…

    A steel blade, Short and sharp, How deep it cuts, I cannot tell, I wish I wouldn’t use it; But I have been attacked so many times, I can’t help but protect me, You’re holding me back, hurts like a… Continue reading

    A steel blade…
  • Your Words Clear as Hard Glass…

    Your words clear as hard glass, Shattering on the ever-harder floor- They touch me and leave; Like the blowing wind, I wish they would stay, So, I could hear them, Because my own words, Are like mud in a puddle,… Continue reading

    Your Words Clear as Hard Glass…