Drunkard

Dances like a four legged anywhere, while enjoying  

Runs like a three legged in rush to reach somewhere

Insanely sings aloud at midnight, causing big nuisance

No sentiments towards neighbors’ who are fast asleep

Kind enough to hurl abuses, if confronted with any fury

Feeble enough to fall down anytime while walking gingerly

Ends up sleeping somewhere unconscious but peaceful

Earns surprise wake up in the mornings sometimes

Boozing is an easy to learn, but hard to give up

Loved for their entertaining traits after drinks

Emerges as if nothing happened amidst ruins

Predictable antics on display after every session

Reserves lot of emotions inside heart unlike others

Eager to release all the stress into the sky of imagination

Drinks with devotion on all seasons, to celebrate or to mourn

Ill-fated past time that can turn fun into tears with deadly illness

Cruel passion that can run over the hapless pedestrians on streets

The cold-blooded alcohol runs through the veins, decides every move   

This poem is written on the prompts drink, feeble and predict for participating in threewordwednesday blog carnival. Images courtesy: Thanks to  images.webster-dictionary & catnkitten

Dreams a mystery!

How do the dreams come?

For what do they come?

Are they illusion?

Are dreams created by conscious mind,

to see the scenes that one likes?

Are dreams created by unconscious mind?

Are all the dreams good?

No, it couldn’t be!

Some may be beautiful

Some may be intriguing

Some may be nightmares

Are dreams mere imaginations,

 or mere fortunetellers of future?

Is there anyone who had never seen a dream?

No, there couldn’t be one!

Are dreams re-creatable?

Some dreams repeat itself in mind,

just like a haunting spirit.

The very thought about it generates fears or anxiety

Are dreams angels of heaven?

Does god send them to make everyone glad?

Are dreams devils of the hell,

sent to frighten and intimidate everyone?

Are dreams the jewels of mind?

Are dreams misguiding avenues,

 that takes one through unexplored paths?

Are dreams the craziness of mind,

to thrill itself with fun?

Why do dreams look like dramatic sequence?

Why do dreams make mind happy?

Are dreams for forgetting all the sadness?

Who sees the dream most?

Those who thinks a lot,

Or those who are too optimistic,

Or those who sleeps a lot, I wonder!

Do all the dreams come true in life?

Some does become true

Do dreams take one to the previous life?

How does one see the dead person on dreams?

Why does one talk to the self while dreaming?

Some may be living as if in life while dreaming

Are the dreams the movies directed by the mind?

Science of dreams answers everything

Yet it remains a mystery!

This is one of my old poems. Image courtesy : Thanks to shafferfineart

Miles To Go To Say Goodbye

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Miles To Go To Say Goodbye


Life moves on, as ever

The faces of people change

Whom I meet, talk to, befriend

Hundreds came and went

Leaving good memories forever

Without a trace to see again

But it's part of life

A few remains for long

Sharing good and bad times

But there are times;

When there is no life left,

In the beautiful friendship

Even though how good it has been!

Words and deeds can turn it,

into nothing more than trash.

Even though the heart doesn’t want,

To end the relationship.

Issues are too hot to handle

Efforts to revive it go in vain.

Hopes of getting back the warmth,

Fades just like an evening sun.

There comes the thought of

Saying good-bye.

But a goodbye can’t take away

The feelings inside the heart!

It will remain there forever.

So maybe an unrelenting wait,

Or an unfettering effort to forget,

Whichever may be the path 
walk through it slowly 

As even if a full-stop is drawn
It doesn't mark the end of memories 

So there are miles to go

To say goodbye!

I wrote this poem some years back. It's not a goodbye. It's rather miles away from saying goodbye.

Image courtesy: Thanks to  ianrapture

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Borderless nation

Border-less nation

A new world for refugees

To start a new life

This is part of a series on border-less nation. Image courtesy: Thanks to ozroads

Joker

He hides behind the mask of colors and

Wears daring weird dresses to cheer up us

He drives crazy, all the skeptics

With his hilarious antics

To earn some accolades and money 

As a kid, i was fascinated by the hilarious stuffs that jokers enacted on circus rings. But it's a tough job indeed as making others isn't any easy act! Images courtsey: Thanks to fotosearch & ecx.images-amazon