Random Poetry

Wasn’t the formula easy,Its plastic eyes make me think.Its threaded smile just adds to my misery.It seems pretty innocent, Maybe my mind is making up things,But somehow I feel worse By looking at this sweet Teddy.Well I can’t see its application in the problem,I tell it straight up.I can still see its empty grin,Smiling at…

Stuck between two walls, I am suffocating.One has to be taken down, For me to get out.But both are too dear to me.I don’t careIf I break under the pressure, Or if I am stuck here forever. All I know,Is that I just can’t abondon one for another.

I see these people around me, Living the life of sham. In their silent smiles, I hear screams of loneliness. People pleasers, they are called, But I call them cowardly cons. Too scared that others will see, Their true faults.

I was in an illusion, That I could make a decision, In this life of mine, For the future I want to build, Without any guilt, Of how I could be wasting everything, Seeking goals too far to reach.

They call me a crybaby, To be fair, they are not wrong. I do cry too often, But they don’t know, These tears mean too much to me. Spilling out of my eyes, Showing emotions I keep hidden. Sometimes they are quiet, Sometimes they choke me, Bringing indefinite pain as they fall.

Hope is a dangerous thing. A little seems harmless, But then it starts to grow, It starts to take over your mind. Then you dream, All day & night. And it breaks you, When it shatters. Little pieces stuck in your heart, Piercing the walls. You try to abandon it, But it clings on. But…

I got lost, And landed somewhere unfamiliar. It was a place so beautiful, With flower blossoms on the sidewalk, And greenery all around. I wanted to stop there, I wanted to stay. I knew once I left, I would never feel this again. But I still left it. Because I knew, It wouldn’t look appealing…

The sun is setting, Leaving the sky dark. But then they appear, Twinkling little stars. Not that bright, Still enough to make me smile.

The trees look beautiful outside, But all I can do is look. Here I am sitting inside, Hearing the teacher read from the history book. I want to go out there, And enjoy the sun & the lovely sight. Instead of trying so hard to care, About this unappealing lecture under fluorescent lights.

This little black bag, Doesn’t look too appealing. But I am curious for what is inside, Because I have this feeling, That the bag doesn’t do justice to what it hides. The looks of the bag could be misleading. People wouldn’t have bothered to look in its heart. The bag couldn’t have been opened very…

Colourful little lights, Lighting up in different patterns. Brighter than bright, Changing colours in every turn. Some are fast, some are slow, But all these colours look so beautiful. All different and unique as they come and go, All these lamps unlike but not unusual.

The exams are over. I feel so free. I feel like this huge burden, Is completely off me. I can finally leave all this behind. The whole year can be in the past. Leave behind these memories of all kinds. Some of these were good, Some of these were bad. But this fast pace of…

I made a mistake, And I can’t change it. All left to do is live with the result. I could either cry about it, Or I could just learn from it. I choose the latter, Because I just seems easier, Than trying to justify myself, In front of people who don’t even care.

Why am I sitting here? I certainly don’t want to, And I don’t think I have to. I feel I am wasting my time, There are better things to do in this short life. I should be doing something I love, But here I am, Learning about something I will probably never use, Because no…

There is broken glass on the floor. I try to pick it up but it cuts me. The fragile thing fractured with very little pressure, Became so hurtful it could wound someone severely. Once shattered it will never be the same. Once trust is broken, Everything will change.

These flames, They illuminate the room. But don’t get too close, They will burn you. They give heat and light, But they also give pain and screams. If they get out of control, They can do some serious damage. Not only can they kill you, They can shatter all your dreams.

The power still isn’t back. Nothing is working. Silence fills the air. I am taken back to a simpler time, The one I could only read in stories. When families were close together, When playing games on the street was a favourite leisure. When the soul was free, When the mind wasn’t under any pressure.…

These closed doors, There is so much that they hide. Some secrets, Some feelings one doesn’t want people to find. But then someone comes along, Who makes you want to keep the doors open for them. Show them every part of you, Tell them all your secrets. Sometimes they understand, Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes you…

I was shocked when I read the Iliad Achilles was known as the bravest of all, And yet in the beginning he cried. He wept in his mother’s arms for his pride. For a woman taken from him, He wailed in anger and humiliation. I admire Homer for his depiction Of real human emotions. How…

There is no right or wrong in a war, There is just pure chaos. There is no winning in this either, Both side lose so much, They lose their humanity, They lose their people, And some even lose their leaders.

For the longest time, I didn’t know my passion. Abstract paintings seemed meaningless, Music felt empty without lyrics, Photography was never a calling, Dance looked like an exercise, And philosophy was a waste. Even thoughts came in words. I thought my life was monotonous. Little did I know, The lake of passions was bottomless. I…

I hate the colous red.All different shades of it.The colour of anger,And the colour of pain, The colour of blood and war, The colour of vengeance which can drive you insaneIt is also associated with love, But I don’t believe it.Because true love is never in these feelings, It is colourful as a rainbow. Yellow…

I am trying to close the doors, There is a monster outside. Trying to save myself, But the doors keep unlocking. I close one and another opens, And the monster walks in. I feel terrified but it doesn’t hurt me. I take a closer look, Realizing it wasn’t a monster all along.

Look at this empty plastic bottle,Shaking from the light wind of the fan,Trying to hard to stand still.I can’t help but think,Isn’t this how hollow one feels,Isn’t this how fragile one is,Without any love or affection.I fill it with a little bit of water, And put it back again. The water keeps it stable, The…

It has been a long journey,Walking down the road. Looking back, I can’t see where I started from Neither can I see my destination. I don’t remember I chose this path, But I do know how I walked this far.Through the spring of happiness,Through the storm of adolescence,Through the cold night of self hatred, Till…