Blacks & Whites of Poetry, Page 2

imaginations,

  There blew a faint wind

  So faint that it said so much,

  Making the old man speechless.

  ‘There is no song you can find here’

  ‘That sings itself in harmony and melody’.

  ‘There is no tenderness you can find here’

  ‘To rest your aching self’.

  ‘There is no calmness you can plunge’

  ‘Your disconcerting mind into’.

  ‘There is no support you can stand-by’

  ‘To fortify your feeble heart’.

  ‘There is no-one to hear the words’

  ‘That you so desperately want to free into the air’.

  ‘And there is no light you can catch’

  ‘To settle into the dark rooms or your life’.

  And with that bitter, factual phases of reality just explained,

  The old man felt ice break into his flesh

  To know about the swing humanity swings upon

  In this marry-go-round what some call ‘world’.

  Raising his nearly kaput hands towards

  That lonesome sky watching him,

  The old man whispered words

  For which even the darkness felt repentant.

  Praying for the stoned hearts to soften a bit,

  Praying for the glow of love to spread into eyes ever blinded,

  Praying for minds to control their sense of worth,

  Praying for the small birds perching for forgiveness to be listened to,

  Praying for the long lost sleeping sentiments to awake,

  Praying for the noise of aggression to die,

  Praying for the lions to aid the weak around them,

  The old man shouted every scream for deep within him

  That burned like feral conflagration from a long time.

  Then at last the skies did shed rain,

  Feeling pity on the old man.

  But as good frees its soul,

  So did the old man,

  At whose door the mighty storm,

  Banging and crashing at its full force,

  Took the old man with him

  Into a world somewhat calmer

  But never ever does good dies.

  No matter how hard the storm bangs or crashes.

  Close To The End

  Some words are hard to find

  While some lines are always clear

  When all sides become opposite

  It’s just another face of life

  All flowers stand on their roots

  Unless all roots stand

  On the ground themselves

  Those who could aim success

  Could never stop in their race

  Looking for joy in a strange place

  Where no one could feel anything

  Running to stand still among

  All the fast moving seconds

  Past is more than just memories

  And helping for the sunshine

  To break through and

  Show you everything

  Chances to sink in everything

  Never come back more than once

  All the fears that one had

  Would start coming back

  And stop him in moving forward

  The heavy tears that one cries

  We could still reach out

  For every time to go our way

  When we could get

  Close to the end.

  Dandelions In The Sky

  Like a transparent, lucid marble,

  A consciousness as light as a feather,

  Resting in a quite piece of mind,

  Floating upon the caramel, dreamy River,

  Surrounded by the Diamonds of the sky,

  They watch from above, faintly

  At the Marry-Go-Round below them

  That costs everyone’s ignorance

  As a voucher to ride upon it.

  They look down below them, in futile

  At the wanderers, wandering in the sheer Darkness

  For they chatter impatiently, vehemently saying: -

  “What is Love and what’s it for? ”

  But are bound to answer

  For the Ignorant eye of Man

  Is to discover it by itself.

  They stand upon the edges of Eternity,

  By-and-by claming the swollen minds

  Of the ever confused, deranged Humanity.

  Appearing at times in Black and Blues

  Before the blind consciousness of Mankind

  To show the way it often looses.

  They rejoice with it when Pleasure

  Surrounds its luck from all sides.

  They contemplate the broken souls

  Through their nature that’s always prepared

  To mend what it broken.

  They fill the quietness of the solemn Night.

  They beam at the ones who follow with time

  And pity the ones who go astray from it.

  They ride with the Thunders of clouds,

  Expecting someone, anyone, in need of their aid

  In its fate when the Darkness spreads.

  They speak without an utterance of words

  To the Shadows up above.

  They look down on us in repose

  While we try making sense out of Life.

  They run around in the marvels

  Of what occurs to each one of us.

  They cover the edged of Reality,

  Filling it with new consequences, new situations.

  They seek for the ones asking forgiveness,

  They protect the ones right in their Soul,

  They pave the way clear

  For the grass to grow, ever green,

  They roam in the Garden of Eden

  And yet the Angels embrace the Soul,

  Freeing it from the parable shadows and agonies of Death.

  Deep Down Inside

  There’s a little bit of hatred left in me

  There’s a teardropp left in my eyes

  There’s a sad moment left in me

  They all lie, deep down inside.

  There’s an un-solved problem in my mind

  There’s a weak part left in me

  There’s a heavy breath left in me

  The all lie, deep down inside.

  There’s an emptiness left in me

  There’s a dark part left in me

  There’s a rough part left in me

  They all lie, deep down inside.

  There’s a lonely part left in me

  There’s a breakable heart in me

  There’s a confusion left in me

  They all lie, deep down inside.

  Deep Within

  Problems come to mend us

  But not to break us

  Hardships occur not to worry us

  But to make us strong

  We get betrayed so we could realize

  What people are from inside

  Curtains of darkness fall on us

  To force us to search for light

  Lies are told to us

  So we may find the truth

  Sadness comes to us to make us

  Fight for our own happiness

  Fear comes in us to make us brave

  Failure takes place in our lucks

  So we may work hard for success

  Selfishness takes control over us

  To make us kind

  Things get lost so we may find them

  Time runs from our hands

  So we may run for it

  Our past goes away so the present could come

  And the present also gets lost for the future to come

  And at last, the future comes

  So that life could go on

  And our life goes on

  So that we could live

  But all of this is meaningless

  Unless we realize it

  Deep within our heart.

  Falling Down

  I saw the stars fall
ing down

  Like glowing starlings

  And the swing to lead my way

  To take me somewhere

  Where no one else goes

  A place where no one else knows

  But the heavens that

  Watch from above

  I heard the voices

  That had been locked up

  For so long that they

  Forgot if anything existed

  I climbed every mountain

  To see every path and rock

  I dreamt without fear

  Of a world apart from this

  I held hard on-to the rope

  Thrown towards me

  Which brought me back to a

  State knows as ‘reality’

  Where one could actually

  See the real color of the skies

  And feel the wind on his skin

  But for better or for worse

  We try to see the un-real

  Image of our life slip away

  In an un-real world

  Knows as ‘dreams’

  They may give comfort to one’s heart

  But they take us apart

  From the real us

  And thus, we become the lost wonderers

  In that un-knows world

  But no more persons.

  Free Of Life

  They are the ones

  Who don’t see the world

  With some black glasses

  But with eyes full of hope

  And with not a single

  Doubt in them.

  They are the true artists

  Who can paint a yellow spot

  As the sun

  And everything with a new look

  Giving it a new life

  Just by their imagination.

  They are the ones

  Who sink deeply

  Into one’s soul

  Just to understand them

  And to refresh what they have

  Hidden deep down inside.

  They are the shadows

  Protecting us

  The angles beside us

  And the clouds above us

  Showering their call on us

  And giving it’s every wish to us

  In it’s every drop.

  They are the true leaders

  Who will stand up

  And step forward

  For even one voice

  To call upon them

  And raise their chances

  To bring just and right.

  They are the ones

  Who have opened the doors

  Towards success and aim

  And to do something in life

  And to let our imagination

  Pass through them

  To the place

  Where it all recollects.

  They are the ones

  Who don’t judge anyone

  Or point fingers at anyone

  But are always happy

  With what they have

  Even if they are alone

  Just by themselves.

  They are the seven skies

  They are the heavens

  And the seven seas

  They are our tomorrow, our now

  They are what we believe in

  And who we can trust upon

  And who we can always count on.

  They are who put something

  Into this dead space

  They are who imagine

  More than what they have

  They will some day bring justice

  And they are the true followers

  In whatever they believe in

  They are, indeed ‘Free Of Life’.

  Freedom

  Put your head

  In the clouds

  Up high in the sky

  Let your soul

  Touch the wind

  That blows by.

  Take a look at the moon

  And all the shimmering stars

  That shine so bright

  And so far

  See the beauty of nature

  And find something good

  In the future.

  Feel the freshness of

  The flowers, their coolness

  And their power

  Walk on the correct way

  That God is going to

  Lead you on and walk

  On your own path

  To find your own destiny.

  Hand Full Of Wishes

  Wet in the morning’s dew

  Tired under the hot sun

  Sleepy beneath the shadow of trees

  Cold in the dark chilly night

  The day traveled on it’s way.

  Lost in the crowd of others

  Working for the loner’s heart

  Wondering in the absence of light

  Hearing the lies chatter away

  The world moved on without us.

  Confessing our words of fear

  Stumbling on broken feelings

  Imagining a better situation

  Watching our own pass by

  The others could also forget us.

  Giving our very best to others

  Eating up our emotions when we know the past

  Seeing through the visible mistakes

  Loosing our every desire for them

  ‘Ignored’ is what we are by others.

  Throwing our love into the fire of hate

  Drawing our own lives on pieces of blank papers

  Thinking of re-inventing our close bonds

  Using all strength to make it better

  The relations break away, leaving us behind

  Spending time behind the bars

  Approaching for the coming seconds

  Walking on the road to nowhere

  Mourning on what had been done when nothing is expected

  We are the ones left alone by so much.

  The days passed away

  The seconds were soon over

  The seasons came and went

  The lives were fed and died

  The promises were made and soon forgotten

  All absurdities and miracles came and went

  We also moved on with our lives.

  History of a Pandemonium

  When the soul is resilient yet seems

  To be broken in a thousand pieces,

  When the heart beats firmly yet the chambers

  Are breaking with every beat in anguish,

  When the eyes catch every glimpse of light

  But are actually drenched in gloom of thousand hallucinations,

  When thoughts are born in the void chambers of Possibility

  But are themselves unstable, confused and disordered,

  When imaginations dwell among the finest of Arts

  But are nothing but mere dark visions of Death,

  When ideas light up every second in the gloom of their prison

  Although seem to be born out of restlessness for the on-lookers,

  When the dreams are those of peace and tranquility

  But in the light of Reality are nothing but unattainable goals,

  When every decision made reflects a solution

  Yet is possessed by uncertainty and regret,

  When the faith seems firm and unreachable by Doubt

  But all that the belief lies in is mere delusional,

  When every perspective seems easy to conceive

  Yet is camouflaged under false notions,

  When every memory is born again in the hope of Remembrance

  But never really existed to be too alive to be stored,

  When every feeling is consistent in its own accord

  Yet truthfully isn’t even a bit of mortal,

  When everything said seems a token of Sympathy

  But is just an auditory hallucination of those that never were,

  When the picture depicts every part as a whole

  And breaks at the mere touch of Wholesomeness,

  When steps are perceiv
ed to be taken forward in the Past

  But are seemingly the ones taken backward into the Future,

  When Love seems to dwell in the heart in its full bloom

  But is just a fragment of a heart, broken long ago,

  When every lost hint of existence is found

  Yet never really was lost but dimmed by Confusion,

  When the Demons are anxious for life and limb

  But are actually the pure hearts turned unrealistic

  By the Delusional Veil cast upon the eyes,

  When the one to aid is the only one to understand

  Yet is the facsimile of own self, counseling

  And figuring out its own reflection with its doubts,

  When every fear seems to be buried deep inside

  But is planting roots to every other phobia,

  When every hope is crushed,

  When every past misery seems alive again,

  When every path to righteousness seems littered,

  When mere seconds seem like Eternity,

  When every thought is haunted by necromantic delusions,

  When every ability seems a curse by Fate,

  When ones own shadow seems to be someone else’s past,

  When hallucinating numbness possesses every bit of consciousness

  And when one’s own life doesn’t seem its own

  But a total stranger that wont go away

  That is the time when Mentality gives way to Insanity.

  When a Mind that once thought freely

  Becomes the slave of its own negativities.

  Hit The Sky

  Dark at night, I walk

  In the middle of the road

  With no one around but

  The moon and the stars

  Their light falling on

  Each and ever part

  I look up, feel like

  I’m going to hit the sky.

  Thoughts running through my mind

  About my past and future

  But the slightly cold breeze

  Blowing by whisper in my ears

  That tomorrow might be

  Good for me

  Filling me with a new hope

  To fulfill my dreams

  I look up, feel like

  I’m going to hit the sky.

  I never wonder about how

  I’ll en up, with

  What or where

  How I’d have to face

  The difficulties if this world

  But the shinning stars

  Give me a sign o hope

  That God will always

  Be there with me

  And I look up, feel like

  I’m going to hit the sky.

  I Need You

  I need you to make me smile

  All the time

  I need you for all my life

  And I need you to always

  Catch me when I fall.

  I need your shoulder

  To cry upon

  Until you give me

  The happiness I want

  And I need you to stop

  My tears and all my fears.

  I need your love

  To make me strong

  And your power from

  Which I can live from.

  I need you to carry me

  Through all the hard ways

  And I need you

  For all my life

  Till the end of time.

  Ingredients Of Immortal Thoughts

  Perception-the soul of the yet un-born miracle.

  Belief-it’s reason of eternal existence.

  Hope-proof of its un-limited reality

  Realism-its completion of mortality.

  Possession-its shelter to thrice un-seemingly.

  Realization-strength for its weakness.

  Time-the tool to control its resilient powers.

  Insight-reflection of its pure nature.

  Potential-it’s atmosphere to grow and nourish.

  Selflessness-its hope of devotion.

  Questioning-the logic of its eternity.

  Joy-the frame for it’s broken spirits.

  Fear-it’s courage to face its mortal demons.

  Anxiety-it’s vision to perceive deeply.

  Confusion-it’s gateway to solutions.

  Pain-the cure for its mortality.

  Suffering-it’s eternal struggle to thrive.

  Isolation-understanding of it’s own doubts.

  Failure-platform to arise from its own depths.

  Silence-connection with its eternal fate.

  Aura-to bloom its voidness.

  Ideas-its eternity for empowerment.

  Dreams-the color of its dull burning embers

  And Imagination-its cup of Immortality.

  Light In The Dark

  If the sun would vanish

  And the moon shines no more

  The stars fall into pieces

  And the sky falls apart.

  If the earth gives itself away

  And every living creature

  Is carried away

  By any distinction of light.

  If every belief is lost

  And every call is rejected

  If the need for victory

  Does no longer exist.

  If the rich have control

  Over the poor

  And every intention

  To fight back for the right

  Is cursed by the darkened of all.

  If the hands can’t ever reach

  For anyone’s sake or sacrifice

  And every question to live

  Is never to be answered.

  If the past is brought back

  And the present is lost

  If the future no longer holds

  The words of our leaders.

  If a thought is captured by doubt

  And any imagination

  Is never to be notified of

  And every questions is

  Never to be answered.

  If a tear is turned into great fear

  And every smile is turned

  Into some sort of show off for the world to see

  If that love is turned into hatred.

  But at the end, if this is

  Just a dream or

  Just a minor thought

  Then what would happen

  If this all was real?

  But it’s simply just another

  Way of thinking of life

  And a matter

  To think of.

  And to be thankful to God

  For what he has

  Sustained us with

  And not to find mistakes

  In anything he created.

  So all this is just an imagination

  But rather imagined with an IF

  Some what more like imagining

  Some light in the dark.

  Neon Lights

  Pages turn back and forth,

  Words rupture like total strangers,

  Letters fall like shooting stars,

  Lines tear apart mercilessly from each other

  And all chapters of life go astray, forever.

  Dreams turn into never-ending nightmares,

  Fear linger about in our minds,

  Illusions circle the path of our thoughts,

  Lunacy seems to be working on its way

  And all the pleasure of life becomes

  Nothing more than vacant images.

  Love leaves the edges of our heart,

  Laughter denies to smile on our face,

  Hope no more shines in our eyes,

  Sympathy no more resides in our acts

  And all the comfort of life dies out.

  Taking turns we never anticipated to take

  And seeing facts and reasons we never notioned of seeing,

  Our life flashes right before our eyes,

  Like neon lights, blinking and fading in every moment,

  As a life is given and another is given.

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p; No One

  There’s no one to cry for

  And no one to smile for

  No one to breathe for

  And no one to live for

  Life is nothing

  Without you anymore.

  There’s no one to fight for

  And no one to stay strong for

  No one to hold on to

  And no one to take support from

  Life is nothing

  Without you anymore.

  There’s no one to stay with

  And no one to share my feelings with

  There’s no one to care for

  And no one to worry for

  Life is nothing

  Without you anymore.

  Life is lonely

  Life is dark

  Now, life is nothing

  Without you anymore.

  Not With This Wind

  Through the window I see

  The sun as it comes out

  Smiling to this earth

  As it relights every corner

  The voices of birds

  And the wind singing

  Is what I hear

  Some how this morning did

  Break through from the night

  And washed away yesterday’s absurdities

  So long as the day comes

  Some struggle hard for their rights

  While some find it too much

  Happiness is what is needed all around

  With all the curves and turns

  That this day brought with it

  But soon the rays of the sun

  Start to hide behind the curtains

  Of the deep soling sky

  And washed away yesterday’s absurdities

  While every roc starts to roll back

  And the birds stop to sing in their melodies

  The ships in the sea ship without sail

  Everyone turns their way back home

  From a tired day, through the work

  To rest in the warmth of that only shelter

  Not after long, the twinkling stars

  Shine on the lonely blank sky

  That stands alone, without a pillar

  Merging in the way of the last minute

  We did what we had to do

  And we felt all we could feel

  We said what ever we could say

  And crossed over every hardship

  That wouldn’t have brought us back again

  And yet, we had waited for that

  Another day to arrive.

  Nothing From Something

  The world fell asleep

  When the flames rose up

  Every dark faded away

  When every light came in

  Deaths were rejected

  When lives were given

  Lies were hidden

  When the feelings came out

  Tears were turned away

  When all smiles were brought

  The rains were over

  When the skies could see us

  Those lazy days coming

  Our way were turned back

  When knowledge was what we aimed

  The shadows went forth

  When the sun shone

  Violence could no longer speak

  When the voices of laughter

  Flowed up into the air

  All betrayals were over

  When promises were made

  Every curse was destroyed

  When beliefs were formed

  And this was the time

  When one could live

  A more hopeful life

  But now, we expect

  When there’s nothing left

  So that nothing comes from something.

  Now And Then

  The un-said can’t be said

  The un-seen can’t be seen

  The aimless can’t be aimed

  The hidden can’t be shown

  The misunderstood can’t be understood

  The un-heard can’t be heard

  The un-forgiven can’t be forgiven

  The un-worthy can’t be trusted

  The fallen-down can’t be broken further

  The lost time can’t be found

  The done can’t be un-done

  The mistakes can’t be erased

  The lies can’t be spoken from the heart

  The dead can’t be awaken

  The past can’t be the present

  The dreams can’t be the reality

  The answers can’t be enough sometimes

  The starters can’t be the enders

  But when we look back

  We regret our own mistakes

  Of not taking the risks

  Life is in-complete without

  Problems or sorrows

  And it’s worse without them

  Then it is with having them

  And they are some

  Building blocks of life after all.

  Omnipotence

  Inside the endless realm of Mind there lies

  A box of stars we never dare to open,

  A kingdom of Memory we try to rebuild,

  A temple standing on pillars of Imagination we try to crush,

  A jewel of immortal Thought we try to steal,

  A chamber lighted by lanterns of Idea we try to blow,

  A dying flicker of Dream we try to resurrect,

  A translucent glow of Sanity we try to wear,

  A lifeless seed of Perception we try to nourish,

  A lost melody of Hope we try to sing,

  A trembling bead of Faith we try to cling to,

  A fallen kingdom of Belief we try to protect,

  A growing root of Fear we try to diminish,

  A medal of Bravery we try to gain,

  A statue molded from Anxiety we try to disfigure,

  A bird of Wisdom we try to enslave,

  A fire burning with embers of Instinct we try to cool,

  A rehash of Pain we try to hide,

  A deep lust of Deception we try to melt,

  A prison of Deceit we try to break free from,

  A cell with prisoners of Secrecy we try to camouflage,

  A hurt of Weakness we try to heal,

  A bone of Regret we try to swallow,

  A demon of Anger we try to defeat,

  A poison of Shame we try to drink,

  A book of Truth we try to burn,

  A curtain of Delusion we try to lift,

  A broken chord of Love we try to repair,

  A pool of Hatred we try to wash away,

  A dark night of Ignorance we try to rest in,

  A race of Dominance we try to win,

  A mirror of Realism we try to shatter,

  A lost arc of Peace we try to sail in,

  A beating of Torture we try to resist,

  A game of Injustice we try to play,

  A desperation of Desire we try to summon

  A scream of Anguish we try to silence,

  A spell of Corruption we try to enchant,

  A cloak of Divinity we try to rip,

  A mask of Purity we try to wear,

  A melody of Grace we try to hum,

  A chain of Reality we try to break free from,

  A valley of Sorrow we try to fossilize,

  A messenger of Happiness we try to locate,

  A murmur of Helplessness we try to bury,

  A flashback of Mortality we try to gaze into,

  A corner of Guilt we try to sneak into,

  A vacant glass of Freedom we try to drink from,

  A vision of Fate we try to blur,

  A provision of Creation we try to deny,

  And a barren land of Immortality we try to conquer

  But a slight glimpse of the Omnipotent's awareness

  Is all it taken to turn into dust

  The shields we try to hide it all with.

  One Love, Alot Of Pain

  In life, there’s one love but a lot of pain

  Love heals your wounds
when the pain is too much

  Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

  Love is an angel while the pain is a devil

  Love gives comfort when the pain is hurtful

  Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

  Love is the light while the pain is the darkness

  Love is a rainbow while the pain is a thunder

  Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

  Love will be strong when the pain is weak

  Love is true but the pain is false

  Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

  Love fair while the pain is un-fair

  Love is surely possible when the pain is impossible

  Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.

  Protecting The Invisible

  The sea won’t come to us

  To cool down our thirst

  The stars won’t fall for us

  To shine on us

  The future won’t speak to us

  To warn us

  The emptiness won’t show us

  That it needs to be filled

  The sun won’t rise before it’s time

  To shine-on on our sorrows

  The solutions won’t come to us

  To solve our problems

  The intelligence won’t be thrust upon us

  To make us greater

  The dreams won’t let us wonder

  In them to take us away from ourselves

  The truth of kindness won’t

  Open-up by itself

  To make us clearer

  And all we have to do is

  Stand up for ourselves.

  Puzzle Of Life

  Among the puzzle of life

  There are pieces

  That can’t be separated

  And the pieces

  That can’t be joined

  There are pieces

  That are hard to find

  And the pieces

  That are right before us

  There are pieces

  Showing the right picture

  Of all our memories

  And the pieces

  That are always apart

  There are pieces

  That give the perfect meaning

  Of our every question

  And the pieces

  That break the instant

  They are held

  There are pieces

  That join with others

  To make a perfect match

  And the pieces

  That aren’t meant to be

  There are pieces

  That follow that one direction

  And the pieces

  That tear-away every path

  And so, this puzzle could

  Be solved by the one

  Who created it in the start.

  Rock In A River

  They say heart is like a fist

  But it’s a open hand

  Holding out it’s feelings

  They say mistakes are accidents

  But they are what make a person

  They say words are enough

  To explain everything

  But they never express feelings

  They say life is long

  But it’s a small journey

  For us to explore the world

  They say ‘money’ is what

  Makes a man trusted

  But it’s his own deeds

  Which make him trusted

  They say it’s hunger and thirst

  Which make a man survive

  But it’s God who