THEM

This Poem is written in a way i devised on my own. Simply, the number of lines in each stanza is twice the number of words per line..
TWINZA, i coined this style as TWINZA;

THEM

Twice i cried,
when i exited,
when i fell.
People came, answered;
Mom first led,
They then traced.

Mom showed,
this life;
They showed,
what life.

Mom love;
They death.
I saw;
I felt.

Mom blood;
them nothing.
How come,
did they?

Tears fall;
stopped midway-
they stopped,
more fell..

Why them?
Why me?
Why so?
Why so?

This bliss,
splendid life;
Live now;
Die never..

No words;
No language;
Cannot repay,
Stolen love.

Chuck life,
now ME;
they found;
they told.

I refused;
they pushed,
I stood:
they pushed,

I pondered;
I wondered;
it struck,
REAL hard..

Going waste,
My talents,
they showed,
the channel.

I sprang,
worked, toiled,
i smiled:
they joiced!

I grew;
they knew;
them happy;
just happy.

At times,
I mistake;
I smite;
I spite;

Problems rose,
splits grew;
Dire me;
Helpful them..

Yet smiled,
taught love;
Pardon too;
they rock..

Other times,
twisted fate
confusions many,
vision cloudy.

Decisions tough,
Paths many,
lamp above,
they held.

High high,
I grew,
I loved;
simply loved..

Who is the THEM?
Not them as they!
This THEM means more..
Them who give loads,
Take back nothing, nothing!
Great hearts, Great minds!
Path ahead, Forever led.

them them? Them YOU...!

EMOEM

Darkness falls when dusk rises,

Diamond shines when coal turns older,

I was the same and thought i'll be forever,

Untill this magic kindled me with surprises.

Deep seated eyes with a circle of black,

Guarding it like a coveted prize,

That glowing face, that which made other's lies,

That sweet air of joy, sweeter than a musk filled sack.

What are you ? a lie ? a dream ?

Why am i so confunded? so lost ?

Feel alone in a desert so vast..

Talk to me, touch me.... make me gleam..

Cause when you are around, i levitate !

Within and without....

My emotions all sprout!

But to express.. to tell .. i hesitate...

Stole away my dream, my hope,

Made my heart ache so strong, so dire

Your absence kills, burns me like fire,

With the joy of pain as a sweet dope....

I ask for your hand ..

Upon mine, please take me as yours,

I'll make sure you feel no remorse,

Holding you with a strong secure band...

Will you fill in my life?, my soul?

Forever ever ever and ever?

That one'll smell even our live fragrance together,

Above our decayed burial hole ...

Written in love,

With love,

For a love,

By a love..............

DREAM ON

Dreams is the title this poem is about,

you know it, when it'll sprout.

I usually long for dreams, good or bad,

of some experience, I never had.

And maybe wont too, or it'd not be right,

seeing things that aren't yet alight,

It is an Utopian world, when its good and not bad,

and hellish when sad.

I love my dreams because they occur rare,

with me in some kind of nightmare.

You must know APJ Abdul Kalaam.

Find him, send him my salaam.

He talked about dreaming, yes! dreaming.

but he meant ideas that'd send India gleaming.

So I thought of reprinting the same message..

Dream people when you've the ability and age,

But dont just sit idle, blinking,

make stuff happen, reality, worth appreciating.

The world maybe advanced and superior,

but is very much for our reach, inferior,

Stretch your leg, throw your ideas and roar,

Become a 21st century Neil's Bohr.

Create a change, a civilisation,

But do keep in mind instrumentation.

that'd save our Earth, now crying,

asking our help. Save it from dying.

I henceforth dedicate this poem to teens,

who've ideas to show off, not fancy jeans,

Think of issues like peace too,

bettering relationship between me n you.

I thereby leave now, so ADIOS

start working for the future kiddos......

An ODE to a post rained morning.

I woke up today and was surprised,

to find my room engulfed in a sea of red.

I wondered and looked around,

trying to find an apt reason,

it was none other than the mighty sky,

making party lights early morning,

dashed i did, to the terrace,

I looked up and saw this:-

Clouds massive, with a tint of grey,

that across the blue sky lay,

the sun sly at one corner, peeking,

from all pores that the clouds above flying

had failed too cover. Upon the sky

was thus a red dye,

that encaptured my heart and its beat.

Ah ! the bliss! a feeling so sweet.

I had no words to exclaim,

the masterpiece had left me lame.

Parts where clouds left the sky to see,

was striking blue, wondered if it really could be.

It had rained all night as i slept

deaf to the sizzle cause in my dreams I was kept,

Crows I saw sitting on the wire,

with streaks of soaked standing feathers, like skin on fire.

The cloud, busying herself with a puppet show,

puttin up with all kinds of shapes man would know.

The day had to be followed by a downpour,

blowing away gloom, sorrow and feelings sour,

It was a beautiful Good Morning,

I did have on that unforgettable morning......

LIFE

My first love and passion was always RELIGION. This is a dedication to it

People lemme get this straight,

see you dont wanna believe, its your trait.

Not seeing even while seeing.

Not hearing even while hearing.

Look at the many wonders around you!

shows what's false, what's true.

But you never care, you have a curse,

the thirst to fill your flooding purse.

Rather see beyond, after the bend,

the end, that can never be to faraway send.

Oh!! What do you heed in this mighty world?

it is just pure sin that you hold.

Life is rather a journey, a farm.

till it best, gram by gram.

The fruit of your produce shall,

be far sweeter than the sweat and pall,

that you put in day after day,

and rejoiced for your arival on that DAY.

Oh dont worry, HE wont let you down,

even when you're one in an evil town.

Follow the truth, hold up the light,

you'll reach the top far beyond your sight.

Junior-Senior

This poem was the start of my poeting career, wrote this in 6th grade.
My favorite do- bossing my brother is so evident here. And so it is dedicated to him.

Hello little Junior,
I'm your Senior,
You shall give respect to me,
From now I order thee,
To serve me.
Do you see?
A big cherry tree,
Pluck a cherry for me;
Bring me the cherry,
And make some merry!!!