Poetry – Rogue Poet

Stars vanish but the moon is there forever

I had had a wooden
heart back then.
It lit up
As she entered my terrain.

She gave me love.
And I felt zeal
Of my burning heart.

She was like a glistening star
In my night firmament.
She was always there for me.
Pals, I thought,were like moon
They kept waning and waxing.

But I forgot even
The stars die; so did she!
She was seeing someone else,
Leaving behind the old me.

My heart’s inferno was put off
It was like unburnt charcoal.
My heart was too fragile,
To suffer another desertation.

But my moon waxed in,
And ensouled me.
That ensoulment forged
My heart to extreme.
It’s become a diamond heart,
That always gives a beam.
I realise now, friends
Were the moon, waxing in
In time of my woefullness.
And were the same moon,
Waning out in my joyousness.

Appearances can be deceiving
But true pals can not be.

Stars live up their life
And vanish.
But the moon is always there!
But the moon is always there!

Memories

I bump into people, often too enticing
To part with and we get entwined!

We’d sway, we’d quaver,
We’d sob, we’d cheer,
We’d stand by for each other,
Even if situations waver!

These memories,I thought
Were bruises of time,
That made me regret,
What I’d left behind.
But I realise they’re
The souvenirs I’ll cherish,
Till the moment, I finally perish.

I wish, I were able
To cool time’s heels.
And cling to people,
I loved the most.
I just wish, I were able
To cool time’s heels!

Off I go now,
For, the time waits for none,
Everyone has to oscillate,
Between moon and the sun!

It’s okay…

It’s okay to be unplanned
Life isn’t all well groomed.
It’s a mayhem.

It’s okay to be chaotic,
Because each of us is still
learning to swim in middle of the ocean.

It’s okay to fall, it’s okay to cry,
It’s okay to rest easy for a while.
But it isn’t okay to give in, to life!!!

It’s okay to be normal, It’s okay having dreams
no matter how small they are,
But it isn’t okay, not having one!!!

It’s all okay to be yourself!
Life happens, when it’s ought to be.
You’ve to learn how to smile back at sadness.

All Alone

Even during apocalypse if you asked,
“What do you crave the most?”
It would be palpable that it’s her,
Even if I put on cloak of a ghost.

Never ever had I had enough courage,
But finally when I had some, was too late.
Like starving stag looking for some forage,
I was desperate for love, in world of hate.

But I reckon, I really really do
That on this mean sphere
I would find love too.

Now I won’t break I’m too stubborn.
And now I’m midst of this cosmos,
In these conditions, forlorn.

I’m happy, I thought I really am,
But without love it’s all a sham.

Again I’m walk down these streets,
Full of people as always.
Again I my superficial smile greets,
But they don’t bother anyways,

Because I’m a lone wolf,
Predestined to be all alone.
Because I’m a lone wolf,
Predestined to be all alone.

Creature known as Engineer

We’ve endured years of anguish
As if we were in purgatory.
We’ve borne a sack of cotton,
Labeled ‘Expectations’,
Weighing over a zillion tonnes,
But the weight doesn’t concern
the masses, does it?
‘It’s cotton after all,
It’s ought to be light’, they say.

We say the weight was more than enough,
For, we were unable to raise our hands,
Much less our voices.

Everything we worked
Our asses off for is ruined.
We are graciously robbed of our gold,
I say again,
We are ‘graciously’ robbed of our gold,
Just for some clips,
And some superficial knowledge
Which is like a footprint in the sand,
It fades away.

And lemme tell you,
Those clips are meant to be
Viewed a day before assessment,
That too at supersonic speed.

But flaws in the masses won’t matter,
Whatever might be the condition,
The halfwits believe we can face it.
Because we aren’t humans,
No! No way we can be humans,
They can’t survive such despair,
But we do survive the despair
We’re creatures known as engineers!

Criminal

It was a long and cold
And murky night,
With the blood moon giving
Red tinge to everything in sight.

The gun was holding me,
The bullets started to escape
From the gun relentlessly.
I was in a trance,
Only the gun was able to see,
And the gun did its job flawlessly.

Spurts of blood gushed onto my face,
Rousing me from the trance,
All I could smell was blood and gunpowder,
As I stood there with stone-cold stance.

The gun continued fuel me courage,
The bullets were still escaping the gun,
As if blood was their forage.

But it felt as if they got sluggish,
I could hear them pierce through the flesh,
Or maybe I was simply brutish.

People whisper that
I’m a voyeuristic, cynical
And callous sociopath.
But deep down I know,
I’m just another criminal who has
To face his deed’s aftermath.

Ray of light

“Think of me as an ethereal abyss”,
Uhm, nah, that is not it.
“Think of me as a conjecture”,
No, no, this won’t do either.
Ah yes, “Think of me as a ray of light”,
Very well this will do…

“Think of me as a ray of light,
In a world, where people are cloaked,
Cloaked by filmy mirror.
I just yearn meagre love,
And may be a bit of attention,
I do get some superficial amount of that,
That is, before I get used, and,
They reflect me off.
Everytime they do so, I grow pale,
And the cycle continues
Till I get decimated.”

A vial of sanity

The veil of night is about to rise,
It’s time for advent of the Goddess of dawn,
And the voices of tormented souls
From hell start reverberating,
Or must I say it’s the beeping alarm
I’m referring to.
That’s when the cycle of insanity begins,
And it seems it repeats itself for eons,
Every single day.

I just need a rest from this insanity
Even if just for a few nanoseconds.
I demand a vial of sanity thus,
Just one vial that’s all I need.

Voices of the World

It feels as if it’s was only yesterday,
I was seven and was under that darn tree,
Ignoring the voices of the world,
I enjoyed being free.

I was seventeen,
The next day I woke up,
Intensified voices were getting to my nerves,
I was totally fed up.

I ain’t allowed to pursue my passion.
Voices echoed ‘Passion and career are different.’
I am shackled by the fam’s expectation.
For a moment, I was gonna give up.

It was as if I was sonnet,
Bound by cliché rules.
I was forced down the path paved by the voices,
So were many other fools.

But then I reckoned who I am,
I reckoned, what if I am a sham?
I reckoned, it’s voices of the world,
Cajoling me to be epitome in their perspective.
I’d eyes, only meant to see
What the voices allowed me to.
I’d my own voice, only meant to be used
When the voices allowed me to.
The voices mocked, “You’ve freedom to express,
Of course only when we allow you to.”

I threw off the shackles I had.
Being in that anguish was totally my bad.
Nevertheless, I’m in pursuit of my passion now,
I’ll be certain to get rid of the voices somehow.

I’m tryna hide from the world and be at ease,
But I still hear voices of the world reverberating.
I even made it overseas,
But the voices still keep iterating.

Off I go now,
For the voices of the world
Try to drag me down somehow.

But you beware of these voices of the world,
Beware of these voices of the world,
Beware of these voices of the world!

I’m Goodbye

I’ve made people regret many things.
Also made them realize there’s always a time they should spout me out.
I know it causes pain,
But at times it’s necessary.
I’m used relentlessly
Be it midst chaos or peace .

A fare share of me is
used by the departing souls,
A fare share by broken hearts,
A fare share by friends far gone.
A fare share of me is left unsaid,
Huh, guess silence does my job there.

You should be careful though,
There’s my imposter,
Used by pretentious people,
He’s being used
more often than me these days.

But nonetheless, I get paid,
I get paid for my services.
I’ve got a companion as my earning.
He’s attached to me always.
He’s referred to as ‘feeling’.

I’m ‘Goodbye’, I’m eternal.
I’ll be there for eternity.
Aeons will pass by
But I’ll still be, either the start
Or the end of someone’s pain.

I’m relic of human thoughts,
I’m ‘Goodbye’,
I’m souvenir of pain of berserk world,
I’m ‘Goodbye’.