I want you to read “it”

 

I am an addict.

I cannot live without it.

An insurmountable urge from within,

Makes it impossible to quit.

It.

It here is a habit,

Which shoots my wit

And makes me unfit,

Or as they say, misfit.

To find peace I chose to commit,

To my inner voice I submit.

But atleast I am not a hypocrite,

For I have the courage to admit.

Funny, your thoughts right now,

Whispering the signs of distress.

But I never disclosed “it”.

Maybe I didn’t want to impress.

 

~ Not all addicts and addictions are bad. Mine is Writing.

Who is it for?

I need to confess something. It’s all addictive. Social media is addictive with all its likes and comments and shares and subscribes and I am afraid I am addicted now.

Poems and Stories give me happiness, it is all pure but lately I realised they are getting influenced by Social Media’s society. My love for Poems is far too much and I am afraid that I must stop this addiction dead at its track.

So can I urge you all to just read this one as a simple reader?, because this is being written by a simple Poet and nothing more. Straight from my heart and not due to any influence, from the old Poet and the Pen…

Read to know…know to read

 

 

Somewhere down the line I forgot,

For whom it was all about.

Sheer happiness is what I got,

The day my first poem came out.

I had no one to impress,

Nor did I sought any admirers.

All I wanted was to spread happiness,

And help others in becoming survivors.

My words made me smile and that was it,

Unlike now where it depends on how good others will see it.

My Poems have always stopped me from tapping quit. 

I am Poet first and at my place shall I sit.

Creativity is a gift and thus can never be truly realised,

Even though my motives were good, I think I compromised.

Just like me most of us have been hypnotized,

Listen up creators, be simple and free, the world will be surprised.

Placid Place

Someone asked me about the Happiest day of my life, I couldn’t answer then but I can answer now.

The Poem which got me into India’s one of the biggest Poetry Societies’ E-Magazine: Placid Place

 

 

It was around 4 in the evening,

Birds were flying back to their nests.

Ambered eyes due to the sky were deceiving,

When I realised, we are all but Guests.

 

At an altitude high above the citylife,

Surrounded in the serenity of nature,

While in harmony with the elements five.

I found the happiest day of my life.

 

Every accomplishment seemed futile,

Every being seemed related,

I was in Nature and Nature was in me,

Negativity became outdated.

 

Wind bore messages from trees and streams,

Water carried a thousand dreams,

Fire inside was reignited,

When Earth absorbed my screams.

Elated and rejuvenated was I when hugged,

By Nature who ended all my strife.

For whenever Nature’s sound is plugged,

To me that is the Happiest day of my life.

An addict

Addicts are already struggling, don’t add to their misery.

It’s not that I am scared of the reality,

I tried my best but I failed.

This burden with whom I cannot agree,

Has led me to become an addict, jailed.

Instead of a bail, I hear virdict,

Even from those who aren’t even a judge.

Failing miserably doesn’t make me a convict,

For I did try, I did drudge.

My time seems near for I have walked far,

But even misery can make you wise.

Next time you see an addict in a bar,

Don’t judge but look into their eyes.

~Audio to come soon.