Way I Sound

Way I sound close and near, so calm,

Way world heard and narrated, so loud.

The show want me to say hard, and speak,

Let freedom set trends big and clear.

Not easily composed the time, it went questioning,

Again and again, those limits strained.

Limitless close to fear and dared to hate,

Life went short and high in meanings.

Not was my way nor did I say it should be,

But it flowed and never paused.

I set trends, one after the another,

It was me, all in me, all unclear.

Now I stepped into the world so new,

That millions words won’t enough be.

Straight road I murmur, it will see,

An end, a winner and a reward all clear.

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I Shall Go! 

To Make It Harder, I Shall Breath.

​This place,

I shall keep it warm,

And I shall not go, till it gets dark. 

First day,

Summers those were, 

Stinking summer was I .

I stepped into oblivion, 

Lifting the oblivion aside. 

I learnt to live, 

Learning was living itself. 

And I shall laugh now, 

For all learnt and all lost. 

You were there,

I feel those bumps, 

Your voice gave me.

I learnt you were mine, 

But never meant for mine. 

Last day,

It’s that day again, 

Stinking summer besides. 

And I shall laugh now, 

For that single glance you gave.

I saw it not, 

To keep it alive in mind. 

This time shall learn, 

You were meant for mine. 

I hear people laugh, 

See them cry. 

It’s what they learnt,

Meant for dying. 

I shall not believe,

What I see.

To make it harder, 

I shall breath. 

You,

And I shall follow, 

What’s in me.

Will that keep me, 

On dangers hollow? 

Still I’m here, 

Waiting. 

Mind that, 

I shall not wait, 

Forever. 

Tomorrow shall be mine, 

You shall come. 

Else I won’t be here, 

This dark will come. 

~ Yetesh Sharma @thewritersage

Brain

Hell, we are fooled,
Yet again,
By our ticky old foe.

He’s writing this text,
With his touch on the screen.
He’s watching the blank space,
Like a red bar waiting to turn blue.

Curious he sounds,
Blinking his eyes and smiling.
He’s fooling others,
Thinking he’s fooling.

To change his destiny,
He rather got guts.
But, he’s waiting,
To end this poem.

He relieves off his words,
Sprinkle it all across virtual space.
Still, believe someone’s there to watch,
And hids in himself a sham.

He’s admant,
To not to end this poem.
Because he’s not imaginative,
And like those poets in the ocean.

He hails from mud,
That’s why he knows nothing.
He is just walking,
And fooling everybody.

For all that he sees,
It’s all there for good, he knows.
And yet he keep seeing,
The good at all times.

At some word, this poem needs to end,
He knows that too.
Still he keeps on composing,
Like it’s creating a meaning.

He was an empty bowl,
Dried by intense sun, his water.
Nobody is there to slap him,
For all curiousness he had.

Maybe he had lost it all,
That’s why he is just composing it right.
And isn’t in a mood to end this all,
He is lonely basketball player.

He is clapping,
Maybe some curiousness still awaits.
He is all there for himself,
He points it all this time.

All remixed, replenished once again,
In an utter new time.
For a memory he had hasn’t faded,
It’s vivid like a volcano fire.

He’s panning out,
To take a flight, rather to walk.
And forget everything he once had,
To let not devoid anymore.

He convinces his peers,
To shut this poem off.
And he won’t post this poem,
Because bokeh is never fake!

Sing O Sing

Sing O Sing
Sing O Sing, my dancing body,
This in the wake of time.
Let it go a bit so oddy,
Live in the brink of chime.

Grasp as to world that listens,
Nothing but they want to hear.
Hail stone to the time that glistens,
Upon golden prizes hard to bear.

Sing wild and rough it may go,
Touch those chords never touched before.
Travel wide like a mountain blow,
Let those students celebrate their lore.

What this forgotten poet may know,
Forgotten he is in the pages new.

~ Yetesh Sharma @ The Writers’ Age

Based on the fact that even though the a human could be leading way ahead of his time, still the society deprives him of his capacity and forces him to retard his speed and work the manner the normal world works in.

Time To Steal

Yess, I won’t hesitate!

Whatever we are, we are the outcome of our surrounding.
We walk, and talk and behave and interact based on the visual evidences we persist on.

Surely, this tale requires some studious action-reaction chain.

Let me explain..

You know you cannot live in the Harmony for long.
Heavens are not heavens anymore. They have already fulfilled your every wish. You are so brimmed that your showcase isn’t bearing dust at all!

It is very hard to bear, it literally is.
Just that you cannot live without a quest. Or just can’t win a quest without any loss!

Even,in the process of food digestion, stuff gets broken into smaller pieces  in the course of which energy is lost and altogether  gained with the food that is eaten.
What if you just don’t require any food? A so-called technology’s invention.

Anyone?

 

The purpose of a being gets abruptly destroyed. The yearn of a being a totally devoid.

I got to steal now.
Right now.
Right here.

Let’s get into a chaos.
All together.
Like, one on one.
Or one for all.

Let’s hit and get hit back.
A wall isn’t enough to do.
Tease and get teased back,
Be the moron back again.

Or maybe just sit quite? No!
Why shall be so much noisy?
Be the palimpsest.
Be you!

Or the rest  is tomorrow,
Keep relying.
Keep dying.

Its the Time To Steal.

Disguise

Would ya tell me ya name,
Ya master of disguise!
Coz I hate ya more if ya won’t,
In the hell’s name die of shame.

Ya not came,
When I needed ya the most.
Now ya teach me how to wait,
And keep ya eyes open till owl’s sleep.

I know ya know, ya disguise,
Hang this bell on ya neck.
Ring my heart, I shall transfer,
To the world I know, better than ya.

Better be I shall shut ya disgrace,
Ya shall term it praise anyway.

~ Yetesh Sharma @thewritersage

Inspiration from the unknown dangers lurking by our sides.

My Story 2016

I gave up once,
I gave up twice,
Everybody gave up on me,
This wondrous time.

But I’m still alive,
Buckling my belts up,
Struggling with life,
And never giving up.

I veil my ideas,
For the bad people,
For all the vice they have,
Hidden in themselves.

Its good to live,
Without a living title.
Sprint in the daylight,
And pretend you never walked.

So, let’s live on,
And never give up.
Easy to say,
Easy to believe.