Category Archives: INSPIRATIONAL POETRY

Love?

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I once had a cage which I called ‘Love‘.
I tried to contain the winged from flight.
But, whenever I looked at the skies above,
I wondered what was beyond my sight.

I didn’t cage you, for you’re bird and cage.
I caged myself for I was afraid to fly.
I was trapped in a diary, and your favorite page.
So, my story was just another lie.

Heaven shook the cage with lightning,
and I was no longer your prisoner there.
You played no part in the imprisoning.
I imprisoned myself when you didn’t care.

~Pramodh Iyer, a Poet at Ω The Equilibrium Of Life Ω

YOU WILL NOT FIND ME

YOU WILL NOT FIND ME

You can look but you won’t find me

Behind a mask that covers the insanity

I hide from the painful life that is reality

Where love is insane, and so is its ecstasy.

You can look but you won’t find me

I set sail into the wide open seas

Far away from all is where I long to be

‘Cause love is insane, and so is its ecstasy.

You can look but you won’t find me

I move with the birds and the winds

I live in my mind’s wildest dreams

Where love is sane, and so is its ecstasy.

You can look but you won’t find me

Because you don’t know what I seek

And you’re blind to what I see

That love is sane, and so is its ecstasy.

You can look but you will only find me

When you finally set your mind free

And from the bottom of your heart sing

That love is sane, and so is its ecstasy!

 

-Brian Koome-

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Trojan Horse

I walked into this world

painted in gold,

saturated with diamonds,

adorned with rubies

I walked into this world

as a trophy.

as a prize,

a gift from the defeated to the victorious

I was a symbol that said

“You have won, we lost

And now you can have her

please have mercy on the rest of us”

 

So they took me in and danced around me

bonfires were lit and drums thundered

I was ravaged and torn open

Gold dripped from my eyes

and melting rubies seeped

from the annex of my thighs

they all had their fill of me

sated, they fell asleep

their thirst quenched by my cries

 

I was left to slowly die in the embers of a fire

from a celebration of a victory that ruined my life

and though my countrymen had given up

I rubbed the ash from wood that had long burned

under my eyes in a symbol of defiance

and as my lifeblood drained out of me

and my soul fuel burned out

I picked up a dagger

in a final act of rebellion

 

How careless they had been

they never thought I would wield their weapons

the same weapons they had used on me

to carve their names into my heated flesh

But I did

and then I unleashed my wild

until there was not a breathing body left

until there was a river of blood flowing out from the hearts I had pierced

the ones that had taken from me what was not theirs to take

 

And then I stumbled back to my own world

to the people who had given me up to protect their own lives

and I told them of my victory

I had become an accidental Trojan Horse

but now they said

“We knew you would survive”

“We knew you would come back”

yet when they had dolled me up

they …

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Dare

It’s not that you can’t win

It’s not that you’ll fail

It’s just that you never try.

 

Once failed, you lose hope

Ignoring the fact that failure is the first step to success

 

Be brave enough to face the hurdle

Life is something that seems burden

Unless you learn to fight from cradle

Never forget – hard work can lead to Arden.

 

© Fahmida Begum

Originally posted in – The Poetic Heart

Better Days Shall Dawn

Hush, dear heart! The Universe does listen.
She reads diaries and sees where you’re bitten.
Let’s not play victim; it’s not our favorite game.
Whether or not they approve, it’s all the same.

Keep pumping for better days to dawn.
Cut our losses; it’s time we move on.
I know you want more than just this.
I know that freedom is what you miss.

Permit me to speak, who’s by your side.
Let the world know all the secrets you confide.
They mayn’t understand how heavy is our task.
Rest assured, for now we needn’t wear a mask.

Hush, dear heart! Don’t wake the world.
Let them sleep till our dreams have unfurled.

~Pramodh Iyer
Poet at TheEquilibriumOfLife.Wordpress.com

WRITE

WRITE

What if I read to you a story,

starting: Once upon a time,

and you realised that it was your life,

spelt out on every line,

would you hear my voice with wonder,

as it brushed across each word,

and pray my arms had strength to hold,

the truth about your world,

would your view on life be different,

and would it shock you most to find,

that the things you thought most defined you,

could be summed up in just two lines,

and all the ones you took for granted,

the ins and outs of everyday,

play a bigger part in who you are,

than you’d ever dare to say,

would you wonder at the pages left,

and all the places that they’ll lead,

then vow to make each moment,

one that you’d be proud to read,

because there is a story of your life,

but it’s you that holds the pen,

and I hope you feel the pages right,

before you reach the end.

-Wangeshi-

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