Time Running Out and other short poems

Everytime I try to do something
Time goes by too fast,

In this worry of finishing
I lose the point of start,

I chase the flawless,
but my moment just doesn't last

I do my part,

I make my start

I run with the wind

and I swim with the stars

But how do I move

the burden of my beating heart

I sit by myself

pouring my tea

yet I couldn't find one soul

like my tea found me

I hear a whisper

from a large crowd

noisy they are

yet, the words aren't abound

My words weave this

the story of my way

yet I can't seem to craft

the shape of my day

I forget when I try to remember

things that have happened in the past

like water vapour, fire and ember

they hold me up

up my carefully crafted cast

Smol Pup smol poem

Just like a tiny stray log, 

Here lays my cute little dog, 

I hold tea in my cup

Looking at my lovely furry pup

Another variation, a limerick:- 

The weather was smoggy

And lying down was my cute little doggy

I had tea in my cup

Beside my furry little pup

And my glasses all foggy

Impromptu Poetry

So the following are a result of a game I was playing with a friend where we were supposed to suggest three random words to each other and write a poem including those words :-

My Poems-

• The words- Company, Difference, Pure

I got a call
I went there alone
What difference does it make
So i even left my phone
Mild mannered seemed I
So naive and pure
What difference does it make
Since now I was alone
Darkness surrounded me
Stars were above
And even bats I saw
Fear I could not sense
Just a little
Excitement and awe
Now they came all over
And circled me around
Those big men with shoes
Black and brown
Faceless & firm they stood
On a marble ground
Finally they spoke
And so did I
By the time I reached,
It all felt like a dream
Unbelievable and funny
Especially when they asked
Would you like to work
For our company

• The words- Carrot, elephant, piano

Mother grew a carrot
And I stood by to see
Large was the carrot
Larger than any elephant
Taller than the oak tree
Gathered we all around
When she was pulling out
With music and fireworks, the town cheered
Flutes, horns and drums,
And some just gave a shout
A dream it was too vivid
Broken when I saw
A piano played by a mouse

• The words- Love, Alone, Rare

I once met a dove
However much was it rare
We had our times
We drank our wines
she lived in my veins
And precious moments we shared
But one night I couldn't find her
No matter where I looked
Lost was my love
I called for her in waking
And in prayer
For what sins do I now atone
That she left me heartbroken
Living in this stranger world
All and all alone.


The following are her adorable creations which she spun out of the words I suggested. (She's adorable too)

• The words- Tree, well, starfish

The cute little starfish
Climbing up a tree
Why should it be weird
Well it's just poetry

• The words- Pillar, Mountain, Store

Hey there, yes you!
Have you seen my pup?🐶
He loves to run around pillars
And jump up!
I've been to the store
And to the park
Where did you go honey
I miss your cute bark😢
Come home quick
Your mountain of leaves is waiting🍂
These moments missing you...
Are soooooo irritating😣



The following is something I wrote because it simply just occurred to me texting a girl I liked at the time. Yes, there are some imitations in it from my own previous works.

Well, I'm still awake so lemme have a go at verse tonight.

You're asleep, as I lay wide awake
Still lost in thoughts
Can't say how long is it
Going to take
Words I spew
My keys jingle
What must you be doing
While my keyboard tingles

An astir life marred
By tumult and turmoil
Few pieces of peace
Caught through slumber
O demoiselle o mine


Oh shit,
You're awake
Now I've said
Though my verse is waste
What shall I do now
When it doesn't make sense
It's like a non fatal blow
But sounds in my head
kachink and kappow!

Very Short Poems

The night gathers
and engulfs the sky
Herein o languid dove of mine
Sunken in the palm of pillows
She descends to deep slumber
For in her dreams, I am nigh.



Sailing bottomless seas,
In darkness infinite
You show me the way,
My tiny pillar of light.



An astir life marred
by tumult and turmoil
Few pieces of peace
Caught through slumber
O demoiselle o mine.




And girl...
As I live and breath,
through flesh and flair,
by candour and finesse,
I'm gonna do it all.
May no one care
For life is but one,
And just one to spare.





He slothed by day
And slept at night
He played his way, much to his delight
Bitter women he met
New points to earn
He forged ahead, to smoke fern
He plodded on and thrived,
And after a life well lived, he happily died.




Nights go by
As I lay wide awake,
Fill my heart tonight
My strawberry cheesecake.

Novel Breakthrough

Half my heart

inside this book

The twists and turns

had me shook

The other half

drowned in sorrow

or gleaming with joy

however it was

she callously took;

Broken it's been

since time felt

where was I

before my world melt;

Now I see

inside the broken dream

through my glass of perceptions

clearer it is now

by being broken it seems;

Trust again, will I not

no light of hope

not a single beam

clearer as my thoughts are now

as broken my heart it seems.

Wander and Lost

She reigns my thoughts

My mind is adrift

Always closer was she

But now, memories I sift

The void she's left,

Burns my insides,

Cold as ice yet potent as fire;

The cushion to my falls,

My sceptre of charm

Also, she was my woe

My ruin and my harm;

All's so gone,

With her, many parts of me

Coquettish & cheeky, I used to be

Alas! memories are all,

That now I sift

The pieces she destroyed,

Wounds that won't mend;

Even if she herself, comes to tend.

Yet my heart calls to her,

Hoping, might our paths entwine

Where must you be now

O baby girl, O mine.

Fun ono?

Dreary and dull
slow and lull
pain in vain
efforts but no gain;
fast and tedious
vague yet fastidious
boring and drab
shrimps and crab
such is life,
so capricious,
wonderous and rife;
Grievous, as it may be,
why let it be dull and dreary?

Sickly Heart

Be still my heart
thou hast known
worse than this
You've had days,
worse than the most dreary nights
You've had times,
worse than the most fiery plights;
You've withstood strikes and wounds
words, fists, knives and spoons
You've managed all, my little heart
the runs, the walks and the clocks
meanderings which lead you away
You have found, your reasons to stay
far away, far away, in places,
where the demons lay
You have bested them all
and here you stand,
as invincible as you are brave.

Eye Of Osiris

Thunder blazed from the sky

Darkness spread through the holy land

Clouds gathered like never before

Mighty cats gave out a tearing roar

Mob gathered around on roads,

Palaces and on the roofs

All wondered and whispered

Fear was the same in all

Is this the time for our damnation?

Have our sins gone beyond salvation?

Is this the time to revise god’s creation?

Desperate were they for a glimmer of hope

Turned to their king, and pleaded

Asked him what should they do?

Who to sacrifice or what to give

To the gods who've abandoned their kind

The king was in awe

Of the strange phenomenon

He had never seen anything like it

Neither his ancestors did

Nor, he suspected, his successors will

Part of him was confused

Whether it’s the end or

A blessing from the heavenly den

Are they really facing annihilation?

Or was he chosen upon a sacred decision?

Uttered no word just stared the sky

The king himself together

With his family and subjects

Just stared at the sky

Then the clouds cleared

From just the centre of the sky

And the mortals gazed

With the utmost fascination

As there emerged an eye

Now they were hysterical

This was the eye of god, they shouted

The all-seeing-eye

The eye of Amun, the eye of Argus

The eye of Osiris, the eye of Shiva

The angelic light from the eye

Looked only towards the king

The crowd went silent

Until someone cried-“The king shall die”

This was a shock to all

Stoned as a corpse was now the king

His valour deserted him

And madness took over

Tears rolled down and

His life seemed to slip by

He murmured then screamed

“Why me? what have I done?”

“Why me? I am pious”

“As good a man of god as any man can be”

“I was the one, atrocity who endured”

“But whatever shall it be,

The king must be willing

To sacrifice even himself

If ever the need be"

O’ holy vision, the All Seeing Eye

Now I see, the true duty of a king

I am a sinner, please forgive me

Don’t ever punish my people for my sins

For now I confess, I am the sinister being

You have chosen me, And I shall provide

So be it as it may, “The King shall die”

Memoirs of an Addict

Long ago was my first time

I tried what I shouldn’t have

Strange at first but stopped nevertheless

I enjoyed it the most and felt no stress

Curious to try something new

I did it without fear, as I always do

Pleasure was the wish, the cause and the result.

Now I can’t remember

When was that first time

I’ve lost count, might never kept any

It was a routine, everyday necessity

Can’t remember when this hobby became my habit

But nevertheless, I was in caves now

So deep so dark in the bottom of the seas

Surrounded by darkness drowned in liquid

How did I breath?

Slowly I was dying but little did I care

As long as I got my habit I felt alive

Wasn’t long till someone got concerned

And showed me the mirror

My soul appeared scorched.

Now I hesitated, doubted my habit but not gave it up

But this was enough, a little light in darkness

From here reached hands which rescued me

From my own demons, my insidious foes

I tried hard, tried for long

To cure this prolonged disease,

I thought I was my own master but urges were defiant

Resisting all control.

Even after all, I recovered

Remission will continue the rest of my life

All I had to do now is make up for the lost time

But how could one recover a completely lost life

It looks worthless now what was once inseparable to me

All my precious time with my loved ones, such a waste

Still they are the ones I owe my existence to

Their love changed me or maybe prevented a horrible change

My most regretful of deeds,

For all the love I received, I only inflicted pain.

Independent Imagination

No help is wanted for I’m not weak,

Conventions are my bounds

Freedom is all I seek.

In a world of swimmers

Who go along the tide,

I for one made a different stride.

Wished to sail among waters

No fish has ever seen

Felt proud for adventures, I might have been.

But move out of the shoal  

And you’ll see an invisible wall,

Not to be noticed

But standing tall.

First you don’t get it

Then you refuse to believe,

This can’t be the end

For all you’ve set to achieve.

You see how can only you be confined

And others roam free

But their wings are short

They return to the same tree.

Doing the same thing they did yesterday,

Doing the same thing they will do tomorrow.

Occupying is the job of land dwellers,

They don’t fear lengths, area or the terrain,

They are the mighty conquerors

Who will survive

Be it the sun, the frost or the rain.

What they don’t do often is, accepting change

They will continue to build the same thing

Until no one higher finds it strange.

They don’t believe it’s possible

To create something new,

Something which was never seen before

By the many or the few.

What good is something whose value

When you realize is gone

Such is the nature of freedom

Which is seldom touched upon

You have caged me

But I will break free

The barriers of rumours,

Responsibility and judgments will not stop me

For I know, I maybe odd within

But I have a reason

To bring change to the world

To redefine the meaning of my origin

You can stop me for now

But I see the future

Where I’m no longer bound

Where I and only I wield my power

On my sky, on my ground.

I dream of getting out

And plan on wreaking havoc

Bring chaos to this perfectly ordered world

Which does nothing but contains

Its own inhabitants in non-existent walls

Made of greed, agony and doubt

Be it the invitation to my doom

I’ll still be getting out

Your freedom is nothing but an illusion

If you don’t stride against

If you don’t give yourself to change

Do what you’ve never done

Break all the conventions,

For they are nothing but bounds

And freedom is all you seek.