#31.Thoughts Of An Angry Boy

I listen, I listen,
I swear to God,
I listen to you.

None of you care,
None of you will,
I am merely filled with rage.

It’s all just love,
Love for you,
For everything you do.

How can I stop?
Why can’t you stop hurting?
I don’t know how to.

The world betrayed me today,
It betrayed us,
The pain is unbearable.

Maybe it will all change,
One day, Someday,
Perhaps today.

The earthly problems,
A game to haunt us,
Day after day.

I listen, I listen,
I swear to God,
I listen to you.

What about me?
Don’t my tears mean none?
They will soon run out.

I am filled with,
A rage so known,
Called ‘love’ to the world above.

 

Thank You,

Arjun Rajeev

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#30.Everyday

Everyday,
My beloved life is a chore,
I sit and stare for ages to come,
Into this blur of my future.

I stopped,
Just like my heart,
Waiting for you,
Waiting for love.

My minute existence,
Our epic romance,
My infinite boredom,
I’m confused.

Where are you?
You just vanished,
It’s like I sold my soul,
For this insanity.

It still hurts,
Yet I await you,
One day,
Everyday.

 

Thank You,

Arjun Rajeev

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Ground Control to Stormy…

Hello,

I have been away busy with life and university. Things are going alright in their very own typical and asymmetrical ways. I seldom worry about the endpoints of these. After all, it’s the ride that counts, right?

I have missed writing poems and spreading my thoughts all over this tiny blog. This is why I am particularly eager for the summer. The stories can’t control themselves anymore and my soul is about to burst.

This is a ‘hello’ to say that I am here and I will always be.

 

Thank you,

Arjun Rajeev

A State of Mind

I tried to be perfect but nothing was worth it…

Dear portal in the sky,
Why don’t you let me through?
Into your evil eye
As you fade and fuse
Before the clouds take control
Of my meaningful muse
Why don’t you lead me through?
This world alive

I sold my soul a while ago
To a place that I called home
But every time that I cry
I see your evil smile
My heart aches with greed
As I fall beneath
Every sucker living away
While I dream a while

Before I carry myself away
I have nothing to hide
A single tear drop away
I see your face alive
My love has crashed and burned
Into the sorrows of hell
But my beautiful mind
Will live forever young

 

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Those days always seem like a drag. Introspection takes you to different places and different times. Memories haunt your every single atom.

Trust yourself and your beautiful mind. Look at the skies above you.

Thank you,
Arjun Rajeev

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#29.Explode

Our eyes met one last time and all I could see was the broken reflection of a kindred soul.

My heart split into a million pieces like the glasses which shattered so great.

A myriad of broken thoughts as I wished upon a shooting star to take me away.

To an unknown where unrequited love was hidden from the troubadour so brave.

This game of monotonous affection took my soul away on a rollercoaster ride.

Beyond the moon to a heavenly hearth hidden deep in the wonderlands of my mind.

She was a part of this unanticipated journey involving a broken heart and subtle lies.

Time creates a virtual reality where my soul just craves for every bit of hers.

I keep reminding myself of the miseries yet destiny refuses to concede this loss.

Reality quickly stabbed the subtle remains of my cold and eager heart.

She walked away and left me stranded with my own trivial thoughts.

I knew that this was the end because her tears made me feel incomprehensible pain.

The world fulfilled its desired conspiracy and I lost my only companion in this solitude.

An inevitable adventure with her fulfilled all my tiny yet loud desires longed by a lone mind.

Her memory does not exist in me anymore.

She does.

I broke down in front of the Universe.

I exploded.

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The entire world was shaken today by the acts committed. I pray for humanity.

‘Explode’ is a poem that was written sometime ago. I opened my heart and soul into it. My emotions completely match every single word written.

A memory stood out over another. A scene to be played over and over in his beautiful mind. This is what our protagonist thought about.
He knew nothing about this at all. He was lost, confused and even scared about it. ‘Love’ was a mystery.
He trusted his kind heart everyday but he was simply nervous to enter this new arena. A beautiful girl made him smile and be a part of a new journey. Life would never be the same.

Time told him the truth and he now questions everything. The world has conspired against him and his heart. He is running away. His time was running out. His every tear drop bore much power and contained tiny bits of his heart.
No one bothered to care. He was his only companion now.

Eventually, our protagonist surrendered to the greater Universe.
He bowed down and said a prayer. His precious memories were his and his only. No one could ever touch those. Not even the Universe. He smiled and waved a weak goodbye. He exploded.
She was still a part of him.

Thank you,

Arjun Rajeev

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#28.Strangers

You and I, my dear
We walk towards each other
As time freezes
Memories come crashing
Down on our souls

The pain exceeds
My very soul
Towards a known time
Of love and agony
Between you and me

Suddenly everything blurs
As you fade
Away from my reality
Only to realize
We were always strangers

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Everything is crazy. Life is beyond crazy. My soul exonerates madness. One of a romantic flavour. I’ve known this forever. ‘Strangers’ is mere reality which has shocked me to my bones.

The protagonist is a walking travesty on a dull land. He questions the bare existence of romance on the blue planet. One day, his life suddenly involves his past love. His memories come crashing down again and it hurts him to the brink of insanity.
She merely walks past him.
Is he a ghost?
Does he know how to disappear completely?
Are all those memories just special to him? Weren’t their souls ever meant to be together?
The protagonist is scared. Scared to believe. Scared to love. Scared to live.

I apologize for the absence from publishing poetry here. I hope you enjoy this, dear reader.

Thank you,
Arjun Rajeev

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A Return

Greetings dear reader,

I have casually returned from my vacation. I was away for a month. A month of introspection with a tiny flavouring of surprise and busyness.

I travelled to my hometown and devoured the sights, smells and the overall pleasant being of one’s land. I was quickly left with certain feelings, such as, how would my life be if had continued my journey called ‘life’ there? Would I be treated differently or the same? How unique would I be as a person? The questions are unfortunately endless.

However, meeting one’s blood relatives as well others who mean well does have a positive impact on the overall well being of a person. An aura of companionship of any virtual kind takes control over you. I felt this in my land. A companionship with my land. Even while exploring new places, I felt this strange effect taking a shot at me.

Perhaps it is my age who is mocking me to teach me the values of life.
Perhaps it is I who is finally questioning the utter question of finding my ‘place called home’.

In every sense, I had a wonderful journey. A change is inevitable and this journey taught me lessons worth learning and sharing. It has politely stirred a chord within me to write and embrace more poetry.
For instance, in some of the serene, delicate and beautiful places that I have visited, I always managed to rhyme the surroundings into any scenario. I wish to share this with the world.

Let my journeys be yours too!
Expect more poetry, dear reader and let us kindle the flames of nature, love and beauty together.

Forever yours,

Arjun Rajeev