Category Archives: What I Call Poetry

I don’t feel much now

Poetry, Uncategorized, What I Call Poetry October 11, 2011 Leave a comment

It’s hard to say good bye
But I dont feel much now

It’s all in the moment passing by
But I don’t feel much now

I feel like I could also cry
But I don’t feel much now

It’s long before we meet again,

but I will try.

Don’t know why I thought of you
Dont know why I saw you again..
Don’t know why I left you again

Bitter feelings leave a smile on my face
And I disconnect from the world

I am living life on a slow pace
By the day I am getting cold.

Don’t know if I will feel love again
many heart breaks on the road for sure

But I don’t feel much now.

Ghost

Poetry, Uncategorized, What I Call Poetry September 30, 2011 Leave a comment

Cant throw you out of my mind
Must be the past life’s redemption.

You trail me like a ghost
And I run from you, yes, no spine.
See how far I have come
You traveled free in my head.

I tried to climb a tree
Know you are afraid of it
But you are up there
You are a ghost traveling in my head.

I jumped in the sea
I know you could swim across it
And you are there
Like a ghost traveling in my head.

I switched off the lights
Know you are afraid of the dark
But you are there
Like a spark of the ghost traveling in my head.

I went in to the cold
Know you would shiver and die
But you are there
The blanket ghost traveling in my head.

The day I went looking for you

Poetry, Uncategorized, What I Call Poetry August 24, 2011 1 Comment

The day I went looking for you
It was dark and I don’t understand shadows
But I still went looking for you

I thought the love was strong enough
To rip through the darkness
Radiating light sacred only to me
My eyes gleaming with hope

But it wasn’t meant to be
Wish I had studied physics
For miracles don’t happen
And shadows don’t come out after dark

But I still had hope
And I found you
In the shadows of my own self
so close, yet so far…

Celebration

Poetry, Uncategorized, What I Call Poetry August 2, 2011 Leave a comment

Celebration

It’s that time of the year again
When I suffer thorough pain

I PMS on life
The relation is rife
Something is still strife
Yes, that’s my prize. 

It’s like a pack of ice
On my heart 
Its still a vice
A mistake on my part. 

I am turning into a loon
This life, a balloon 
Waiting to burst
The pin has the thirst. 

I wanted to call you last night..

Poetry, Uncategorized, What I Call Poetry July 26, 2011 1 Comment

I wanted to call you last night..
Thought I would share my plight.
Why you, I swear, I don’t know
But I think of you when I am low

What’s the plight I don’t show
But, I am used to you, you know
In an instinct I picked up the phone
broke-down. Yes, I am prone

Mustered up, dialed your number
Maybe I was coming out of my slumber
and that’s when my hands froze
Soulless I am, like this song without a prose

I stayed put losing time and losing mind
Putting myself through the grind
Couldn’t sleep, I picked up my guitar
Sang, ‘The door to my heart is ajar’

All I know is that I sang like a crow
Hiding what I feel, trying not the show
Even the guilt slowly gave up on me
Its time to come to terms with my destiny.

Why just the ring?

Poetry, Uncategorized, What I Call Poetry July 12, 2011 1 Comment

Why just the ring?

Please take back all the memories, the good and the bad.
The pain. The times when you were sad.

The times when you stood by me and the times when you didn’t.
The times when I stood by you and the times i didn’t.

The fun we never had and the fun you miss now.
All the times I tried, and how.

The laughter, the dreams, the love, the fights, the time that we shared and the time we were supposed to.
All the things that you wanted, and all the things I wanted for you.

The ring is still in it’s place. I have jumped in the sea.
Fish it out, please feel free.

Please take it all. Please take it all.
I have gills to breathe now.

How Happy I am

Poetry, Uncategorized, What I Call Poetry July 5, 2011 1 Comment

How happy I am
now that it has rained
Its all so green
drenched clean
the roads are wider
the girls look prettier
the rum more inviting
the pick up more exciting

but no matter how happy I am now
I miss the times I was sad
I miss the pain
the self inflicted suffering
the feeling of being nothing
and a nobody
i miss feeling low
i miss being the fool
i miss the names you called me
I miss the times I was with you

the pain is gone, you are too
i know i could’ve taken some more
and then some,
you must’ve had a reason
you called me the devil
the tears are there
but i don’t cry
my eyes don’t need cleansing
neither does my soul.
i should be happy
with so much peace of mind
wider roads
prettier girls
so why do i miss you
and why is life saying
fuck you?

Written by Shubhashish and Manisha Lakhe.