Category Archives: EMOTIONAL POETRY

That’s What They Said

They told me that I have a choice;
that I needn’t suppress my voice.
They said, I could be just anyone;
“Anything is possible under the sun!”

They said, I could be myself forever;
to hide behind a mask, I’d need never.
They said, I live in a world, so free,
to write about sky, land, and sea.

When I wrote about my own storm,
each philosopher raised their alarm.
Because, my truth to them was heavy.
And, the storm didn’t help their Navy.

~Pramodh Iyer, a poet at The Equilibrium of Life

Tell Me

Tell me, once again, how I’m wrong unlike you!
Elaborate on how what you alone believe is true.
Tell me how I must be good as I always should!
Tell me how you’d have done better, if only you could!

Tell me how important morality is for men!
Tell me how perverse the world became since then!
Tell me how I waste time writing down all this shit!
Tell me how you were once and how I refuse to fit!

Tell me what a loser I am, and how I alone f~ed up!
I ought to watch you fill shit into my emptied cup.
Tell me how I don’t know shit because I’m young!
Tell me how age brings experience and wisdom!

Be caustic as you’ve always been to me
and all my scars you’d rather fail than see.
Because, you think I have no better choice.
Tell me how you plan to suppress my voice!

~Pramodh Iyer, a poet at The Equilibrium of Life

Forbidden Love

coded rendezvous

notes slipped into back pockets

furtive glances

unspoken words

nightly kisses

ignored by day

eyes flirting across the room

mouths sewn shut

grazing hands

lingering scents

fleeting moments

of affection

never anything more

this love too pure

for the poison of the world

these minds too closed off

to see two feminine silhouettes

in an embrace.




I can’t stop, not for the scorching sun

Nor for the pouring rain

Not when it’s all in vain

Neither when I’m burdened with pain.

I can’t stop, not when memories fail to fade

Nor when sadness is all I gain

Not when solitude is all I fate

Nor when her beauty all carries away.

I can’t stop, not when all my energy I spend

I can’t stop, for I haven’t reached my journey’s end;

I can’t stop, for a broken heart I mend

I couldn’t stop, now my life is in shreds.

Now I keep moving for it’s all I have left

I keep moving for to love is to pretend

I keep moving for my journey is its end

And I’ll keep moving until the final farewell.


-Brian Koome-


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All The Songs

Every song has become about you

When the love songs start playing

I remember what we used to be

And when the ones about heartbreak start

I picture us now.


Originally published on The Sehrish Thing, please do check out my blog. LIKE if you enjoyed reading the poem, thanks!


I know he sees me as a project

Something broken, something damaged

That needs to be repaired so that it works again

With a psychology degree as his screwdriver

And late night conversations as his pliers

He wants to hammer me back into place

Tighten my bolts into tip top shape

He sees something in me that is worthy of redemption

call it my saving grace, but all I see are gaping holes

where love and trust should fill up the space


He says “I love you”

when what he really means is

“I’m going to fix you”

I just wonder if he’ll love me

Once he’s done fixing me.


Originally published on The Sehrish Thing, please do check out my blog. LIKE if you enjoyed reading the poem, thanks!