First Vision

The time has come,
For the shadows to lie in wait,
For me to hold my breath,
To overlook my fate.

I fumble about in the dark,
The day has long passed.
I don't know how long,
This mental eclipse will last.

When the clouds do clear,
I will see the bright white.
Sun spots and bush fires,
Looking at the searing light.

And a distant sound,
A sputtering node,
And I will witness,
My heart implode.

And we will all say goodbye,
To paradise,
To join the flock,
Of eagles in the skies,

Blissfully unaware,
Of our goals,
Our minds,
And our souls.

That which kills us, makes us stronger

It's appalling,
When I can't help falling,
But I'm not free falling,
I'm tethered to it.

A parasite, a leech,
Within my reach,
And it won't let go,
No.
I don't want it to go anyway,
I haven't suffered this way,
In a long time,
I'm well past my prime.

It kills me everyday,
My vision turns gray.
But I feel stronger,
I need it to last longer.

A passer by walked up to the spot,
And reached out,
"Take my hand, I'll pull you away."
And I said, "Nay!"

I need this, I want to stay here.
It's my everything, the drug that you fear.
I know not where from it came.
But we are one, we are the same.

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There comes a time in every man's life where he stops everything he's doing and tries really hard to listen to that inner voice struggling to be heard. It doesn't say things like 'You rock!, or 'Watch out for that truck!'. The only thing it does is makes you want to change the kind of person you are. This impulse triggers decisions that can change a person's life.

And if you've been reading all of this so far, I must confess that I never intended for any of it to make sense because I'm not writing a thesis . Nor am I on the path to great success with my perspective.

I just wanted to showcase the fact that people will write anything and other people will read that anything just because they want to do something different.

The only excuse for everyday monotony is a whiff of fresh air, that is the distraction you have been waiting all your life for.

It could be as complicated as trying to conquer a mountain or something as simple as changing your status on Facebook.

*~*~*

Status message: Arvind feels like writing another poem, but is stumped! What do I write about? Any suggestions? :-/

Vishwa Dave at 11:26 on 25 May

Cheerleaders!

Arvind Ramesh at 11:33 on 25 May

Let me reserve that topic for a time when I'm feeling particularly horny. And you can be assured that poem's going into a treasure chest with a lock that only I know the combination to. :P

Yasser Rahman at 11:37 on 25 May

testicles ...

Arvind Ramesh at 11:46 on 25 May

A dark day dawned upon him,
The proceedings so grim.
For as soon as he got out the door,
He found himself flat on the floor.
All the people did watch,... Read more
The Rottweiler gnawing at his crotch.
I thought I saw something fall,
And that's why Yasser has only one ball.

Yasser Rahman at 12:33 on 25 May

lmfao! nice one :D

Farah Vaishnav at 12:39 on 25 May

wendy!LOL! write abt the beach?

Arvind Ramesh at 13:19 on 25 May

@ Vishwa: Here you go. I hope you fulfill all your dark fantasies. :P

Tiny drops of sweat on his brow,
The elderly man furiously fanned.
Watching them flit about,... Read more
Their legs petite and tanned.

In blue and white,
Stood a bevy of girls.
Like a blond marching band
Some straight and a few curls.

The men shift restlessly,
Watching the girls sway.
Their seductive moves,
Have made their day.

Standing 2 feet away,
Rooted to the spot,
A man and his camera,
Wait for an upskirt shot.

Aishwarya Natesh at 14:01 on 25 May

lol..

Vishwa Dave at 14:02 on 25 May

I love it! Thankssssssss

Yasser Rahman at 14:09 on 25 May

Arvind, have you done the "How perverted am I?" quiz on facebook? :P

Arvind Ramesh at 14:19 on 25 May

@ Vishwa: Nostalgia? :P

@ Yasser: I wasn't the one who typed 'testicles'. Maybe you should take the quiz!
Moreover, what's the first thing that comes to your mind when I say 'cheerleaders'? We've all seen 'American Beauty'. :P

Farah Vaishnav at 14:27 on 25 May

beach bleach?

Arvind Ramesh at 15:13 on 25 May

@ Farah: Here is the beach, in all it's night-time glory. I'm sorry if it's depressing, but you know me! It is really hard to get any work done around here. :)

Across the water,
The moon stretches and grows.
She enjoys the feeling,... Read more
Of sand inbetween her toes.

She feels cold and alone,
And breaks into a sad tune.
The only time the sand shines,
Is in the glow of the moon.

The lights from the passing ships,
Are just a blur.
It's half past twelve,
And there's nobody else but her.

But in the dark she realises,
That it was worth the long drive,
To walk along the beach,
And watch the night come alive.

Farah Vaishnav at 15:18 on 25 May

...The only time the sand shines,
Is in the glow of the moon...

...To walk along the beach,
And watch the night come alive...... Read more

wendy you rock!

Arvind Ramesh at 15:24 on 25 May

=)

Arvind Ramesh at 15:41 on 25 May

Sigh. Today's a tough day at work. I don't know how I'm writing poems! Someone give me another damn good topic to write a poem about!

Ranjani Rengarajan at 16:25 on 25 May

About how ur not getting any action! now this will be interesting! :)

Arvind Ramesh at 17:34 on 25 May

@ Ranjani: Here's a little something to satiate your every need. Read 'every' with emphasis. :P

Words cannot describe,
How jealous I am,
That you're getting,... Read more
Your daily supply of ham. (lol)

I like being alone,
And I'm sorry to sound crude,
But I'm not so lonely,
That I'd actually screw a dude.

A wise man once told me,
Live it up, get paid.
Life is not always about,
Getting laid.

It's just a dry spell,
I'm not even in hell.
And even if I don't tell you,
I'm doing pretty well.

I don't prey on women,
During hunting season.
And I read the Cosmopolitan,
For all the wrong reasons.

I'm just a guy,
We have our needs,
But we'll never tell you,
Our dark, dirty deeds.

Staying single for eternity,
Is not a test.
It's a testimony,
Why I'll always be the best.

Ranjani Rengarajan at 17:43 on 25 May

lololol ur the best!

Arvind Ramesh at 17:44 on 25 May

And I'm totally going to get fired! :P

Debashree Das at 20:26 on 25 May

A u are a genius with words! Please post more...

Arvind Ramesh at 21:13 25 May

Thanks Debashree. All you have to do give me an interesting enough topic. :-) That's the only time I really get stuck. Thinking of a topic!


*~*~*

Taking a hiatus at work. A distraction. A mental shut down. A lethargic break.

And all I suffered was a moment of euphoria.

Lone

Weighing worry,
Cumulus clouds droop
At a misinformed milestone
I leave the group

Inviting wastelands
A role reprise
I'm tethered to stone
Self sacrifice

Time lapse and
Happiness elope
I'm left hanging
On a tightrope

Funnel me into the void
Patronise, don't pacify
My solitary echo
Is just a lingering sigh

A state of paralysis
That you've defined
I'm disturbed, I'm free
It's all in your mind

Apocalypse

Near distant future,
Where are you now?
I need some closure,
I need to know how,
The world will end.
Will it be soon or late?
I cannot pretend,
To predict my fate.

An explosion?
An epidemic? A bout?
What is your notion?
What have you got?
If I could just get there,
Only for a minute,
I need to know how I'd fare,
If I was in it.

I'm not furious,
It's all the worry,
That's making me curious,
Why don't you hurry,
And take me where you've been,
I want to have a clue,
If brown will be the new green,
And black, the new blue.

We're here at last,
It's scary, what I see,
Now take me back fast,
They're coming after me,
Muffled, I shout,
Hands tied behind my back,
My eyes gouged out,
I'm having a panic attack.

Identity

I grope in the dark,
Have I gone blind?
I know fully well,
It's all in my mind.

Everybody I know warned me,
There's nobody in this city,
No face old or new,
I succumbed to insanity.

So what am I fighting for?
There is nothing I demand.
The door's locked, from the outside,
Or inside, I don't know where I stand.

Silent bystander, I implore you.
Please tell me, is there something you see?
I am alone in the dark,
All of this makes little sense to me.

The eerie silence of expectation,
Lingers in vast nothingness.
I'm not even sure if I hear,
The heart beating in my chest.

I remember someone once told me,
To lie very still on the cold floor.
I clench my fists and prepare myself,
For whatever lies behind the door.

Begone!

I have come to realise in good time
That people in general do suck
We are all outcasts in our own homes
But we don't give a fuck.

We are all abominations under some wicked spell
Grotesque, scarred, from the depths of hell

We sit walled up in an undisclosed mental prison,
Our eyes gouged out, they took away our vision.

Why do we walk this earth, when our end is near
When do we escape to the black sky, clear

Chisels on wood, we are being whittled away
Pacified and mind-numbed, no reason to stay

It's midnight, our voices yell with resonance
Everyone of us will walk the distance

In army formation, a mass of brown
On the long road, out of town

Something solid blocks our path, we stall
It's large object. Solid, metal-like and very tall

I can barely make out the sign in the rain
I think it says 'Please visit again'