#22.Blackout

Sometimes all you need,
Is to let go of everything.
Drowse on your own placebo,
And trust the universe.

Believe in the untimely magic,
Of the frail beauties around you.
Look into your own soul,
And you’ll never be alone.

I see the planet as a wonder,
A city of dreams.
Faded, into its own heap,
With a subtle heartbeat.

Where right and wrong prevails,
Echoing the good and bad.
It is exactly a strange mystery,
Like the questions of my heart.

Information:

What is wrong with the world today? Where is all the goodness? Where is humanity? These questions haunt us. Are we the waiting?

‘Blackout’ speaks out the mind of the protagonist, a concerned being. He is just another lost soul facing earth’s scums and troubles everyday. He tries to do good and help in his own ways but what is the use? Everything he does conspires against him and his beliefs.

He echoes his heart’s desires. He is sick of lonely days and false placebos. When will it all make sense? But, the protagonist has a beautiful mind which is open to the wonderful mysteries of life. He embraces this and continues his journey called life.

This poem’s title is inspired by the song ‘Blackout’ by Muse.

Thank you,

Arjun Rajeev

P.S: The poem is protected by a creativecommons license.

http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/

Advertisements

#14.The Quintessential Coffee Thought

I answer quickly

Who are you today

a moment to think

How, not who

A perplexing question

I knew when I awoke

That the solemn reply

To understand this nightmare

Lies within the mind

Behind those frail memories

Split up abominations

Exist as subtle puzzles

Echoing the aged truth

Of our unknown universe

To wait for thy savior

 

Information:

This poem was written at Starbucks Coffee.

The thought process is a tricky one which basically questions life and its motives.

The inception of this poem is rather interesting for while I was enjoying my drink, I noticed writings on the tables. It said many things but I wrote them in my own order of lines.

I completed the poem with a philosophical ending.

 

Thank you,

Arjun Rajeev

 

P.S: This poem is protected by a creativecommons licence.

http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/

 

#13.The Diary Of Jane – My Last Day On Earth

To the mystic wonder, this muse has been uncovered

Mankind and its faults, utter disappointments

The streets of this planet, appalling with scums 

To the noble one, I stand against the cynics 

Corruption entitling them to greatness, mere nepotism 

The plethora of beasts, each worse than their brethren  

This skin has seen it all, growing old for so called utopia 

We are fragments of doubt, trapped in the questions

To beyond the stars, lost in the forest of thought

 

 

Thank you, 

Arjun Rajeev 

 

P.S: The poem is protected by a creativecommons license.

http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/

 

#12.The Man Who Sold The World

In the park, around the corner

Where the trees in all subtleness

Gave life to my deep desires

 

Beneath my utter pallor

There lay a lost soul

With love on his platter

 

The world cared not for him

His beliefs were just reveries

Trust was to be beckoned

 

His sobriquets lost forever

An unknown amongst men

With a meaningless existence

 

All his goodness coveted

By the scums of this planet

To whom he shrugs with wonder

 

Fragments of love afloat

To the mastermind’s society

Longing to be buried with wise

 

To an ethereal home

Belonging to the graceful one

Nothing like earthly paradise

 

Information:

‘The Man Who Sold The World’ is a poem which really required subtle thought and intuition. It speaks the truth which hides in each and every one of us. It took me sometime to put it into words, but this is the result in the end.

The first-person start is bringing you closer to the protagonist who is a common person. A person struggling and enjoying life and its by products. He is having a rendezvous with himself on this occasion recalling the world and its entities. He believes that this world is suffering and that the ‘wise’ by which he refers to people with gratitude, love and affection are all gone.

He has absolutely no solution and appears to be lost. He wishes to go far away and exist in peace somewhere he can actually very happily call home.

This topic is something to think about!

Make this world a better place! 🙂

 

Thank you,

Arjun Rajeev

 

P.S: The poem is protected by a creativecommons license.

http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/