One of my article which was published is a local newspaper.
It is not the world’s most pleasant smell,
But I have known this smell for very long.
This smell is so much dear to me
This smell keeps me sane and happy,
It means so much to me.
It is not pleasant to many, but is love to me.
I get this when I travel in buses or on the road.
This smell is of freedom.
This is the smell of my city.
When I close my eyes I want to see myself as a fighter.
They say your life flashes before your eyes
Moments before you die.
The memories shouldn’t be only of the happy times,
It should be of prickles as well as the petals.
My last day I should be accompanied by memories I do not regret.
I should be known to the world as a warrior, just as I should be.
I want to die royally, welcoming death with honour and respect
Instead of fear and blame.
And I will die with honour and respect.
I am HUNGRY to write, but I need topics.
Again a friendly request to comment topics that you might want me to write about.
Last time I got only one topic, and my last poem was about that topic. But now I am longing to write and I need topics or themes. So go on, I WILL WRITE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO WRITE.
I’ll try replying to every comment, it might take a bit of time but you know I will surely write.
I turned a new leaf of my life.
I am writing a book with new chapters and characters.
I am not the protagonist but it’s my point of view.
I am the narrator of this story.
It is not a story you can read and laugh about.
Not a story that will make you cry.
Not a story of shipwreck or thunder,
Nor of lost love or anger.
No wizards or aliens, nothing extraordinary.
It’s a story about an ordinary person.
It’s a story about me.
I know that I don’t have a big fan following or something ,but just for change I WILL WRITE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO WRITE. You just comment about a topic, theme or anything. I’ll try to write a poem on any one of the topics.
This will be a good practice for me, and if this is appreciated I might regularize it.
SO I AM WAITING.
Body is aching.
I am sweating.
Feet are bleeding.
But lord I have never felt more than alive.
They broke my bones, tore my flesh.
My fight kept my soul alive, I’ve never been more alive.
I have a letter in my hand, few bucks in the pocket.
They do not matter. But the fight was my flight.
I have never been more alive.
I built my confidence in one day,just one day.
I love being alive.
I love the fight.
I love being alive.
I am angry, I am frustrated.
I can’t memorize those formulae.
Help me please, save me.
Those formulae are coming to eat me.
I can’t sleep , I see nightmares.
I see them choking me to death.
They are in my head but I can’t recall them.
They are like those naughty rivals
Who never helps when we need help.
I can’t complain as they made
The subjects I love, but what to do
I have an exam due tomorrow.
I did my best, but can’t remember the formulae.