Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Hollow

Posted by Vikram Sihag On Oct 19, 2012 0 comments



Humans survive on the opium of hope.
                                                             -Napster

And now when she’s not here and all seems hollow,
I dwell upon the question of the breaths that we borrow,
Of all the things that do happen,
Of all the drops that our spirits dampen.
What lies within and what lies without?
Is the sorrow in our heart or is it all around?
Aren’t all the complexities present to hide the void simple?
Inspite of all we do isn’t death more nimble?
Doesn’t all the ruckus just try to hide the silence of doom?
Even though there are so many present am I not alone in this big dark room?
All around my carcass lie the bodies with stench of lies,
They are just like me the devils with mouth full of flies,
Like ants building hills of sand which will wash away in the rains of their urine,
However hard you try to scratch this floor eternal will stay pristine.
So now I open my butelka of country wine,
Here is to all questions the answer most fine,
I don’t write for textbooks so this verse can’t misguide,
I fall back and let it flow for it’s in vain that we all fight.
 
I drink to stay sane in this world of insanity. 


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Cry me your heart

Posted by Vikram Sihag On Feb 17, 2012 0 comments


Absence diminishes mediocre passions & increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles & fans fire.
- Francois de la Rochefoucauld

Some days you just feel low, you even don't know why,
some days you want to die, you even don't care why,
some days you just want to be alone, you even don't know who got you angry,
some days you just want want to bleed,you even don't know how you got the wound,
some days you just want to burn all, you even don't know where from you got the heat,
some days you just want to kill or die, you even don't know why you hate,
some days you just want to shout and scream, you even don't know why can't you sing,
some days the tears just fall, you even don't have an inkling where the water came from,
some days it is just dark for you, you even don't know what happened to the light,
some days you see the end, even though you don't know where the the path goes.

Cry me your heart then, for I will stay,
don't need to worry then, all the dues I will pay,
don't need to to worry for the air then, for you I will breathe,
don't need to feel alone then, for you I will be the world,
don't need to worry about the pain, with my soul I will wrap your wounds,
don't need to care about the flames then, with my love I will burn the flames,
don't worry about the lives lost, with my beats I will throb their hearts,
don't give a fig for the loud voices without, inside you I will echo my calm,
don't fear about drowning in your sea of tears, with my heart I will soak it up,
don't be anxious of the darkness around, with my love I will light up your life,

lives end and men die but love lives on, the beginnings and ends all fused into one.


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My kite is my own to fly or tear

Posted by Vikram Sihag On Feb 6, 2012 2 comments



Don't believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you'll see the way to fly.
-Richard Bach


My kite is my own to fly or tear,

my pain is mine to do away with or bear,

who are you to claim my tears ?

who gave you the right to assail my fears ?

who gave you the nod to question my flight ?

who gave you permission to take away my kite ?

I don’t know how to fly yet,

but I will learn soon on that I can bet,

who are you to judge that I have already lost ?

who are you to instruct me what the loss will cost ?

who gave my thread into your hand ?

who said that my trail you can bend ?

I may fly slow and I may fly low,

I know that you reap only that you sow,

who are you to tell me what to sow ?

who are you to say that I can’t row ?

who asked you to teach me how to fly ?

who wants your instructions before I try ?

My friends proclaim that I will never learn if I keep on like this,

but trying, failing, trying isn’t that a bliss ?

aunt says that I will fall and break my knee,

why can’t they let me bleed and just let me be me ?


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