You believe that you
Are supposed to travel alone,
For only you know the way,
And a journey makes more sense
If embarked on one’s own,
But what if after all the trouble
You found your fate scribbled
On a moth-eaten parchment,
And your destiny engraved
On a moss-covered stone,
Would you burst out laughing
And come back home?
©Aaysid
“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”
Arthur C. Clarke
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The poems spill out
When everything else
Is being held in
Against our will,
Our words leap
Into action when we
Are too tired to think,
To seek solace in rhyme,
To find freedom in ink.
©Aaysid
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
Robert Frost
I am thankful to Spillwords Press for publishing my poem, A Bonfire. I shall be really grateful if you could spare some time to go check it out there.
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I am enamoured of
the eerie silence
that follows
the booming fireworks,
the vacant grounds
after the carnival leaves,
and the phone call
that meekly ends
after a silent pause;
it always comes
as a pleasant surprise
when the loud world
hushes up
for the innately quiet.
©Aaysid
“When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.”
Philip K. Dick
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Three short poems about loving too much, and loving wrongly:
I.
Her collapsed-self rebuilds itself
A little every day
Around the bright smiles
On the faces of the people
She keeps falling apart for
Only to collapse all over again.
II.
She had been putting herself
Into the pies she bakes,
And every time someone
Refuses to take a bite,
A part of her dies.
III.
If you are forced to put
Your heart into things
You do not want to do,
Those things shall get done,
But in the long run
Neither love shall prevail
Nor shall you!
©Aaysid
“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
Ernest Hemingway
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I begin but I
Never finish anything
I get distracted,
But it takes courage
To quit which I
Don’t seem to have,
So I write
What I can, what I am,
In order to flee
From myself,
Self-deprecating words
Like a drug I detest
But cannot stop taking,
An obligatory poison
To lose myself,
To sink, to drown,
To be curled up in a ball
Tossed out
To never be found-
I begin again.
©Aaysid
“It’s incredibly easy to get caught up in the thick of thin things.”
Stephen R. Covey
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Why should I run away
From things that can
Never outrun me anyway?
It will neither make
It a race, nor will it
Make me a runner.
I would rather stay stuck
In a pavilion
With my non-athletic heart
Which can put to shame
A marathon drummer!
©Aaysid
“I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.”
Lois Lowry, The Giver
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I feel as if the universe
Is trying to reassemble me;
Every morning it takes
The weariness out of my bones
And puts it into words
I dare not say aloud,
My appetite for things
I am not supposed to eat
Is being satiated by
Everything that ends up
Consuming me instead,
My life is ever so slightly
Being infused with a hint
Of healthy indifference,
And I believe that
It is more than what I
Could have asked for.
It is not easy to
Put your broken self together
If the universe decides
Not to be on your side!
©Aaysid
“Get busy living or get busy dying.”
Stephen King
There are a few of us
Who may never
Go too far
Just because
We refuse to keep
Fireflies in a jar,
We forget to
Blow out candles
And cannot
Wish upon a star;
We keep the
Curtains drawn
And never leave
The doors ajar,
And even when
The stakes are high
We do not raise
The bar and choose
To stay subpar-
Not a small price
To pay to stay
Who we truly are!”
©Aaysid
I.
I prove myself wrong
By being wrong about
How wrong everything
Actually is;
What is wrong with me?
II.
I walk away from myself
And walk right into
What I had walked
Out of;
I need to walk it off.
III.
I see you crying
Over someone crying
Over someone other
Than you;
I cry at the absurdity of it!
©Aaysid
“People who didn’t need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn’t need people.”
Terry Pratchett
I.
For someone else’s yellows,
I barter my usual blues,
My head has no trouble falling
For this subtle subterfuge.
II.
I sleep my way out
Of my problems,
But my poor problems
Never get to sleep.
III.
If what you chase
Starts to run
Towards you
For a change,
Would you then
Run into it,
Or would it
Run over you?
IV.
Do you know
What rhymes
With orange?
Orange!
You can rhyme
Yourself
With yourself,
And still be called
A poem, albeit,
A whimsical one!
©Aaysid
“There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”
Arthur Conan Doyle
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sometimes there is nothing
that I like to do more
than to sit cross-legged
on the cold floor
in an attempt to be free,
in an effort to ignore
everything that is always
on the other side of the door,
everything that I shouldn’t
let besmirch me anymore,
so that when I stand back up,
I can feel taller than before.
©Aaysid
I am on Instagram now as _aaysid. Looking forward to read more from fellow bloggers (who seem more like pen friends to me now) on that platform as well.😊
I am afraid that I
might be forgetting
what you had looked liked;
the colour of your hair,
the bounce in your step,
a hint of quietude
in your voice,
are just a few features
that I have to try
very hard to recall,
and last night,
I slept with a fear
that I would not recognize
the version of you
that appears in some
of my lucid dreams,
and a few memories
that I have of you
are losing substance
as quickly as any
of my unprocessed thoughts;
in spite of all that,
I have no trouble
recollecting how generous
was your gentle heart
and how wise were
all of your words,
so I keep conjuring
you up from
all that you were,
and all that I
can no longer recall,
and you always
seem strangely familiar!
©Aaysid
Deep down, you wish
To become a person
Who no longer
Stifles screams and lets them
Rush out of a thin
Slit between thick vocal cords
That have grown used to
A life of staying shut;
You wish to rebel
Only to see where
It takes you to
And what it does
To those who have been
Watching you struggle
Foolishly all this time;
You wait for a rebirth,
Because a lifetime
Is not enough to try things
That could tear
The very fabric you have
Been weaved into,
So all you can do
Is steadily slip out,
One little thread at a time;
It might create a ripple
Large enough to topple
At least a few things over.
©Aaysid
“If ever it’s necessary to ride the bandwagon, it’s done with one leg swinging out and eyes scoping the fields.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy
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You are at a point in time
Where a small change
In the way the day unfolds
Is enough to unravel you;
When the mere sight
Of glistening post-rain roads
Cracks you open,
And you come apart
As soon as you catch
A whiff of damp seclusion,
Way before your brain
Can process the earthy
Fragrance of it to solidify
The old memory traces,
And when the fragmented
Clouds above your head
Refuse to let the sun
Burn its brilliance upon
Your clouded retinas,
Your repose falls to pieces—
You are your own weather.
©Aaysid
It rained here today, and I had listened to a breathtaking short story by James Joyce (hence, the quote) during my lunch break. The latter event was the highlight of the day.
“He lived a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful sideglances.”
A Painful Case, James Joyce
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You cannot go back
To where you
Have come from,
For it might take
Way too long,
And might even
Prove you wrong;
In a party for one
You should not bring
Your thoughts along,
Even with a mind
That has withdrawn
Into itself, you
Can still claim
Your right to belong-
What you cannot
Say out loud,
You should not
Put in your song!
©Aaysid
“I’ll take crazy over stupid any day.”
Joss Whedon
I try not to judge people,
but it is nearly impossible
to not form an opinion
about a few things
that they sometimes
fail to pull off —
I saw a guy
who had his hair pulled back
by a blue headband;
the guy was a person,
I had successfully stopped
myself at that,
but somehow my faith
in all headbands has been lost!
©Aaysid
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