How sincere are we really with the emotions and actions that we present on the surface of our beings? how true is our love, how selfless? my question is, should it fit into that prescribed form?
Do you want me to smile at you?
hold your hand, sit side by side
doe eyed, make eyes at you?
gently sigh, draw designs
sketch the floor, with lies for you?
Do you want me to show concern for you?
paste a frown upon my face
contorted and pained, cry for you?
offer my shoulder, my embrace
the specious sympathy, satisfy you?
Do you want me to praise you?
show surprise and glorify
clap my hands and sing of you?
parade around and fill the sky
with all the rhymes, exhalting you?
Do you think I care for you?
to submit a seat, tolerate your deceit
spare space or second, to spoil you?
or hear the prattle, allow conceit
bear the stupidity, just cuz I know you?
This was written 2005 when I was really struggling to find my place in the world.
Like a portrait hung on the wall
For Centuries to come and go
Awaiting us to plunder the haul
No matter us be a friend or a foe
A decade nor a million years
Can quell the sadness in the flowing tears
Secrets of life buried deep within
Waiting to spill forth, but hope holding thin
Once a stagger, twice a fall
Many there, and still, none at all
Fears propounding a burdened mind
Someone to trust is a wish to find
Lost in this vast universe
A heartbeat caught in time
Thoughts wild in chaos converse
An endless wait, a sure sign
First of my attempts at poetry in the year 1999, when I was in the seventh grade. I weirdly remember the moment I decided to write this. It was when I stood out on the balcony of our apartment in Kuwait, staring at the emptiness of it all. Inside and outside, I had found emptiness. I suppose existential crisis hit me quite early :D.
Oh! Nature, How beautiful were you?
Every tree at its best
With their leaves glowing under the godly shine
Giving all creatures a place to dwell.
Suddenly, I woke up
T’ was all a dream
I went and drew the curtain aside
To see nothing but buildings and streets
All built to perfection
Yet making humanity imperfect
By causing utter destruction
To those creatures, that meant us no harm
The very creatures, the very plants
Who’d give us anything we want.
I’m shocked, I really am
To see man’s cruelty
Much as to this.
I now know, t’ is true what they say,
That nature never kept quiet up to this day,
For now, man himself pays for his terrible deeds.