The wrong...

the feeling of being misplaced...

I was carrying a white flag down to the ground,

Conch shells and abundant screams emanate from the town,

There were bodies and a multitude of wounds,

Why didn’t I run! The battle was over,

Too late... too sober...

 

Wrong time.

 

I was breathing fire in a bright young morning,

A gait so pleasant out of years of training,

To give it all out to the beggar at the foggy corner,

Or buy a birthday present for a friend,

To be forgiven or be God-send,

 

Wrong decision.

 

I was sharing stories of my own pages,

Talking like I have never for ages,

But words seem to fade away before he can try to listen,

Silence or penning it down,

All better ways to avoid that frown,

 

Wrong person.

 

Sitting idle in a highway bar,

The last peg still didn’t heal my scar,

Should have been home with dreams to sing along,

And here all the clouds that are so stark,

Mock me wild in the dark,

 

Wrong place.

 

So,

Heaps of ash and fallen petals,

Piled up in a story of black irony,

That my soul resumes following the same rituals,

To live in laughter that facades the agony,

 

In a perfectly sane world with nothing to hide,

The predator and prey take the same ride,

And I have seen every bit of the wrong that I am,

Slithering in duties that add to every gram,

 

The credits rolled before I knew it,

Went to liar who seemed most fit,

 

Deny, denied,

Can’t deny!

No more can I try...

 

For all the time, people and places there was nothing I could see,

Funny, this life never belonged to me...  

Reviews

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. hell yeah ! ... nothing is what it seems ... and to even try to state something different from what is "socially accepted" is a nightmare that takes its toll ... still ... we have friends and they keep us going ... i so hope that one day ... we have so many friends ... that we redefine what's "socially acceptable" and then those who are currently considered sane have to think and change ... and not be static and drag us down in their own muck ...

. brilliantly written again ... and if there's another anthology ... fingers and toes crossed ... then this has to be in it ... you're a pathbreaking indian poet ... am so honoured to know you, abhas ...

[Khaaki]

Nothing is as it seems. Life teaches us many lessons... essentially that we should learn to take care of ourselves before we strive to take care of others...

[Coyote Poetry]

This is a partial story only. I tell people be careful what you say or do to a stranger. Never know his life and pain he have touched and known. I like the emotion of the poem. Each of us have a story to tell. I haven't told my yet. I don't want to look back. Better to leave the past behind and go forward. A outstanding poem. A lot of open questions were left in the poem.
Coyote