Tag Archives: english

The Boat That Was Doomed Forever

Posted in Poetry English by

There once was a very small boat;

made of polished dark mahogany

It had to keep itself forever afloat;

it’s habits were a strange homogony

Read more: The Boat That Was Doomed Forever

The boat was very small and petty;

and didn’t matter in His design at all

But its fate was written in the jetty; 

in a few sentences, dark and small

‘You are hereby destined you old one;

destined to sail to non-existent shores

No other options and choices are none;

all the other paths end on locked doors’

‘Read these words warily, it is your fate;

forever destined to bet on lost causes

Do take it from me and take it straight;

there is only anguish and no applauses’

The boat surely didn’t want this fate;

but life was cursed and forever doomed

Distress was certain and was never late;

the horn of disappointment forever boomed 

But still, the old boat didn’t lose hope;

and started each journey with faith

Braving the waves, no anchor or rope;

the lonesome ghost, the silent wraith

True there were storms and hard rain;

the boat did not care and moved on

True there was damage and even pain;

the boat always waited for the dawn

Sometimes it saw lights and visions;

smiling with anticipation, it rowed on

But the lights were all bitter delusions;

the visions, what its fancy had drawn

Sometimes it heard joyous laughter;

with a hopeful heart, it shouted ‘ahoy!’

Trying to chase the voices, it went after;

but found only silence, no mirth no joy

Well, that was the life of this poor boat;

the lonely boat that was doomed forever

This was all – the story of this boat;

the same chapters and words, whatsoever

The boat is tired, its wood has all but rotten;

there are several leaks, it’s  bound to sink

It’s exhausted, carrying a load of wet cotton;

the end is but near, it has reached the brink

#English #poetry #poem #life #fate #disappointment #end #death #boat #sea #effort #hope #hopelessness

A shit-load of exclamation marks!

Posted in Poetry English by

SCREAM!!!!!

You just want to scream at something – really anything at all;

you just want to scream at someone – really anyone at all

You want to shout to make God pay heed and listen;

you want to shout till your voice echoes in His great hall

But in the end, you just scream at yourself;

banging your own head against the silent wall

Read more: A shit-load of exclamation marks!

CRUSH!!!!!

You just want to crush something – really anything at all;

you just want to crush someone – really anyone at all

You want to rub every face raw into the grounded glass;

they may beg mercy or on their stomach they may crawl

But in the end, you just crush your own spirit;

breathing your last, and unable to pay the toll

DESTROY!!!!!

You just want to destroy something – really anything at all;

you just want to destroy someone – really anyone at all

You want to scorch every living cell into grey sodden ash;

they all well deserve their punishment after all

But in the end, you just destroy yourself;

shattering into oblivion, and feeling so small

HATE!!!!!

You just want to hate something – really anything at all;

you just want to hate someone – really anyone at all

You want to hate till your hate fills all the voids;

they are all to be detested, you want to hate them all

But in the end, you just hate your own self;

your ego breaking into pieces, your pride suffers a fall

KILL!!!!!

You just want to kill something – really anything at all;

you just want to kill someone – really anyone at all

You want to kill till there is nothing more to kill;

the victims may beg or they may pathetically bawl

But in the end, you just kill your own self;

the blood flowing black, amidst the regret that you haul

#English #poetry #poem #anger #screaming #frustration #desperation #murder #destruction #hatred #life #kill #feelings #emotions

Hope in the Darkest Hour

Posted in Poetry English by

It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;

seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par

All seems lost; and all seems dour;

all appears grey; and smiles are all sour

Read more: Hope in the Darkest Hour

You sitting by that grave; yes you – the old hag,

appearing to be brave, holding onto your old bag

Why do you sob and why do you weep?

Was it your son, whom you loved so deep?

Please, do not cry; wipe off all these tears; 

he is not gone; pray hush all your fears

Look into your heart; you will find him there;

he is but a memory; with a face so fair

It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;

seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par

All seems lost; and all seems dour;

all appears grey; and smiles are all sour

You holding a broken toy; yes you – the poor boy,

crying your heart out, you have lost all joy

Why do you sob and why do you weep?

Was it a treasure, you intended to keep?

Please, do not cry; do not be cross; 

it is but the first step on the stairway to loss

More toys will come, each precious and dear;

happiness and wonder, each new year

It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;

seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par

All seems lost; and all seems dour;

all appears grey; and smiles are all sour

You, lost in your reverie; yes you – the old man; 

all sick and tired, separated from your clan

Why are you sad and why are you so glum?

Do you feel bad on what you have become?

Please, do not be sad; do not detest yourself; 

it is but the destiny, life always solves itself

Your life was but a chapter, in the grand book of life;

your soul was but a traveler, playing the merry fife

It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;

seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par

All seems lost; and all seems dour;

all appears grey; and smiles are all sour

#English #poetry #poem #time #life #dark #desperation #sadness #hope #light #darkness #death

God doesn’t wear any colored glasses!

Posted in Poetry English by

Have you ever wondered my friend?

Or are you oblivious and just pretend?

Sick or healthy – why are we both alive?

Poor or wealthy – why do we both survive?

Weak or strong – why do we both breathe?

Right or wrong – why do we both succeed?

Because God sees neither casts nor classes;

God doesn’t wear any coloured glasses

Read more: God doesn’t wear any colored glasses!

Have you ever wondered my friend?

Or are you oblivious and just pretend?

Young or old – why in the end do we both die?

Shy or bold – why throughout, do we both try?

Indolent or studious – why do we both fail?

Vulnerable or impervious – why do we both wail?

Because God sees neither wise nor the asses;

God doesn’t wear any coloured glasses

Have you ever wondered my friend?

Or are you oblivious and just pretend?

Happy or sad – why do we both just smile?

Good or bad – why are we both so vile?

Content or greedy – why do we both cry?

Prosperous or needy – why do we both lie?

Because God cares neither for one nor the masses;

God doesn’t wear any coloured glasses

Have you ever wondered my friend?

Or are you oblivious and just pretend?

Why God doesn’t see any casts or classes?

Why doesn’t He wear any coloured glasses?

It is because He is neither black nor white;

it is because He is neither day nor night

It is because He leaves His system alone;

having drawn its boundaries in hard stone

#English #poetry #poem #God #discrimination #subjectivity #objectivity #system #life #religion #equality #equity

Your Hell is here; your heaven is around

Posted in Poetry English by

One doesn’t wait for them to be found;

one doesn’t wait for them to be earned

Your hell is here, your heaven is around;

and so far this is all that I have learned

Read more: Your Hell is here; your heaven is around

The day of judgment comes every day;

apocalypse invisible, but it is all around us

You have to see beyond your foolish way;

and no need to make a big damn fuss

Your heaven exists in the smile and admiration;

the ones that you love and fondly cherish

Your hell resides in the jealousy damnation;

foes, you would like to see gone and perish

Your heaven is the warmth of satisfaction;

glowing in your forgiving and kind heart

Your hell is the freezing regret and inaction;

that has been always there since the very start

Your heaven is the affection that you always get;

dispense to those few who merit and deserve

Your hell is the hatred that you sometimes beget;

the one which burns and the one you serve   

Your heaven is all the troubles you ever defeat;

dilemmas and conflicts that you always solve

Your hell is the troubles that bind your feet;

acid that dissolves your steely resolve

Your heaven is the character that you build;

slowly and gradually, over a period of time

Your hell is the overwhelming wave of guilt;

that brings in the filth, stains, and the grime

Your heaven is the company of loving friends;

the company that keeps you happy and warm

Your hell is a long winter night that never ends;

loneliness – a devastatingly silent snowstorm

One doesn’t wait for them to be found

One doesn’t wait for them to be earned

Your hell is here, your heaven is around;

and so far this is all that I have learned

#English #poetry #poem #life #wisdom #heaven #hell #sins #regret #kindness #love #loneliness #warmth #fate #balance