silent SCREAM
i lie asleep curled up in my bed
comfortably numb
no worries
no problems
no apprehensions
the embodiment of life
a symbol of love
i eat
i breathe
i dream
lost in a reverie
SUDDENLY
something jabs at my side
i scream in pain
SILENTLY
a rude awakening
needles poking at me
a knife cuts through my soul
BLEEDING ME
i send up a sigh to the skies
people say that an unborn child goes straight to heaven
---Jimmy
posted by evam @ 2:03 pm
13 Comments:
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
-- kuniyammay
hey u jimmy
got tht as an email from u...dint know u guys were posting on the blogspot...awesome ....good fun reading ....
pavi
nice one jimmy :-) - megha
shooshaa also wrote a poem looking at this one....vil post it soon....its quite funny....
well atleast HE thinks he can write poetry....
-- Kuniyammae
aiyyo.... no no karuna...dont post that on the blog...the readers dont deserve such cruel punishment for visiting this site.....:-D megha
huh!!
actually, that was...huh??
is that huh?? to the post...or to our conversation?
megha - shhhhhhhhhhhhh :D
-- kuniyammay
intense jimmy..very intense. But honestly i cant stand poetry. So sunil DONT!!!
-manoj
hey manoj,
poetry is supposed to be read with your legs up, a cuppa fluid and your backside resting happily on terra firma... maybe that would help... so sunil please go ahead and write and don't let creatively challenged folks b(l)og you down
Home
(by The Poet)
It was not dark
It was not bright
I sat alone in wonder
All that I saw was new
Not a sight warm to my eye
Not a speck igniting my mind
All around me strangers
I felt alone
And when I felt that
I felt scared
I made not a change to all this
Not a word i spoke
A thought I thought
would ever touch that around me
I did not matter
And that scared me
This is not home
Yes, my home had the mountains,
The river, the trees, the chirps
But back at home
They were somehow warm
More real
Here they seem an illusion
Lifeless, devoid of thought
Not a sight warm to my eye
Not a speck igniting my mind
And when i felt that
I felt I wanted to write
The poet I am, i began
I looked around me, and i smiled
The mountain
The river, the trees, the chirps
Are alien to me, I wrote
I, a stranger
Out of place, out of home
And when i wrote this
I suddenly felt
warm
I stopped to look around
At the strangers
Only now, every sight warm to my eye
every speck burning my mind
And i laughed
Like a child
For I was home.
I, a poet
The poem, my home!
Impressive Jimmy!
Never knew you've such a creative streak on the Literary side too..
Empty Spaces
In my mind,
If i go far enough
I can see
Empty spaces...
No wires or cables,
To cut across my thoughts.
No dug up roads with signboards,
Offer me directions and choices.
In my mind,
If i stay long enough
I can feel
The empty spaces...
No promises reverberate against ceilings.
No doors that keep closing.
Making me lose all hope in life.
In my mind
All i have, are
Empty spaces...
For,
I am not lost..............
-- dEvil
hey yur plays have been realllllly awesome...... i am interested in joining your group
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