I like the sound of that - Mi Poemas - translated from Spanish it means My Poems. Though none of my poems will be in spanish, yet the feeling of a spanish name is heartwarming. Please go ahead read and comment on my poems.
As the train leaves the platform A stage in life it reminds me Some alight to go away Some enter to go somewhere A new platform arrives and The same sequence repeats Some are with you longer Some are there shorter The stations seem like time Where each to a moment akin A time that is still Just passing along am I Eventually your destination arrives And you too join the bandwagon Of people, who will alight. Life’s just a train journey Where none remain forever
The soft kick awakens me The child in me seeks attention O how fast in my womb he’s grown The maternal instinct in me can’t withhold As I long for his touch Waiting to satisfy all his needs Can’t forget the day I knew That he was coming to make my life anew A new identity will I have An identity that would make me ecstatic and proud Protect and nurture him up until The days he says I’ll take it from here Like a shadow will I still follow Guiding him through life’s blushes Bask in his glory, I will Regale in his joys too Though I know the day is yet afar The mother-to-be has traveled in time
As the incision got deeper The knife came closer To the heart that was bleeding Snapped from the life system My hand held the severed heart Stretched towards you As you asked for it Distracted from daily rigmarole Away from the job at hand Thoughts that were wandering Swaying, lilting to a romantic tune My thoughts weren’t mine anymore They had betrayed its owner As you asked for it An integral part of me I thought It would leave me only when I’m not Pondering over all my previous lifetimes Learning and gaining and evolving Never learnt to keep away from obstacles My soul, sucked out of my physical body As you asked for it
Twenty-seven in Two thousand the year of the lord Many people have reached their peak Like a candle that lets off it last bright flame Gone under mysterious circumstances Few of my rock and roll idols Jim, Jimi, Janis, Kurt, Michael… …With no more achievement to make Am I destined for this peak? Will I enter my name amongst these? Crazy but true, people might just say Another legend at 27 has gone too
Moving, yet I’m still Proud, yet I’m humble Crazy, yet I’m normal Ambiguous, yet I’m clear Timid, yet I’m bold Romantic, yet I’m cold Open, yet I’m closed Atheist, yet I’m a believer Friendly, yet I’m a loner Strong, yet I’m weak Mature, yet I’m imbecile Smart, yet I’m dumb Failure, yet I’m successful All this, yet I’m…
Through ups and downs Of life’s mountains and valleys People come and go But the lone ranger learns to go on Sadness taken in stride Flaunting the happiness and joys The face reveals and hides at will The expressions of life’s offerings Success, like a fickle mistress Failure, the misgivings of an unwilling bride Tears the final frontier For both sadness and joy The soul lets out a silent scream Amidst the din of mankind The birth wish comes crumbling down In rubble that none see The lone ranger wanders alone Searching a barren desert The soul mate like a mirage appears As the illusion mocks and laughs All the achievement seems hollow In a meaningless empty life The lone ranger quenches the thirst From the mirage’s last illusionary drop.
The known face becomes unknown Like strangers they behave The residue that’s remained Looks mountainous to handle The turmoil in relating Confusion for the heart Mind in a seesaw battle The bias still telling Hope is now the biggest enemy The writing written on the wall The soul torn to pieces Severing ties the best option of all A friendship too hard to handle A love that never was Self-destruction taking its toll The joy seems lost forever Finding it may be difficult The walls are rebuilding The notice for all to see Heart wounded in action, no entry for love!
Walking on a lonely street Pacing slowly on aching feet The flickering streetlights tell the tale Of a time that had long gone stale Can’t decipher the glory of the past Or the present that had come at last A future that is too bleak to see Or a better life for all that is to be Thousands have come and gone Has left this street worn and alone The tar reveals the wounded stones No lights within the lamp shade cones As though time had stood still Awaiting the change in the citizen’s will An historic location for people’s glare No redressing had left it bare Was it its fault it lasted so long? Couldn’t have got worse for this furlong A new tar coat would otherwise appear Maybe ten times every year Is it worth it to live forever? In a life that’s more a lake than a river All for a hope that things will be fine The good old times will be back in line But the lonely street will always be A historic place for all to see All its feelings smashed beneath The place that adorns the citizen’s wreath! The flickering streetlights still tell the tale Of a time that had long gone stale Maybe time would yet stand still As the lonely street awaits a change in the citizens will!
Oceans away The land beckoned To a future That’s uncertain Far away Away from loved ones Only pictures and memories Of bygone times A different culture With ambient air of advancement The underdeveloped fragrance Of native soil still called A longing to return To the same old soil Be with loved ones Now the money didn’t mind The caring and love Money couldn’t buy I’m back again now The future still uncertain But that’s fine
Waiting for the evening to set in The darkness signaled the beginning Of the night that was to be Nothing special with this one This sequence kept repeating The wine so smooth washed out the fear The impossible so much possible So one thought But the darkness changed not Still going with the same vigor The wine beginning to rule the body The hand reached for another Eyelids with the weight of stone Unable to see the path The darkness slowly setting in In eyes that struggled to open The conscious mind lost control Darkness everywhere Did midnight look so dark? Body stone dead, with heavy breath Still alive, vegetable like Hmmm, the wine had done it again!
Woman! What art thou? A mystery! An enigma! A symbol! You are a mission a man maketh A sense of possession that he loveth The poor man haseth lost The wooing doth failed The other men that thou lureth Have fascinations for another People in circles runneth The love that each one seeketh Fascination still stands above love Cupid the mischief that he playeth The years still passeth Cupid will still do the trick Wonder how many types of arrows he carryeth Some for love! Some for the arranged!
I’m waiting… The train has long departed I’m waiting… The announcement blares through the sound system I’m waiting… Forgotten the purpose of my wait I’m waiting… Was I here to reach her or to receive? I’m waiting… People have come and gone, newer ones are already here I’m waiting… Strange she never came I’m waiting… Well she’s gonna come another hour late I’m waiting… Guess my hunger will have to hold on till then And I’m still waiting…
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