Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
  Mar 2018 Shobhit
Praggya Joshi
My days crawl in a vapid succession
My eyes fixated upon the inscrutable way
In which pastel days fade into pallid nights
Languid sunrise dwindles into dreary sunsets
As I wander in between listlessly
Gathering it's dusty remnants
And threading them together
In unembellished phrases
Hackneyed to death
As the first weary ray of dawn
Ruffles through my hair
I yawn, sigh
and repeat again
Shobhit Mar 2018
Last October, I deleted my FB account
just to satisfy my curiosity
how my days will be without it.
will I be tagged a Cave-man
or called the anti-social guy
or some pretentious snob
who wants to stand out in the crowd...

The first couple of weeks were tough
and I craved for that juicy stuff
and every time I opened my browser
my fingers would press "F" FIRST

In the first week of November
I wrote my first poem
not because I was feeling like a poet
but I had to channelize my focus
away from the topics, my friends discussed
all the memes that were flooding
the Viral videos that made them laugh a lot

On one cold night, when
I think the moon was bright
or maybe I was too high on ***
I googled "Start a poet's blog"
and I came across "Hello Poetry"
I am sure my stars were too high on luck

Before I published my first one
I read more than hundreds of them
Some poured them arranged
some had a celestial range
a few "songs for their lover"
some stories of "How it got over"
Many of these brilliant minds
have derived out a way
to tackle depression
and suicidal cravings
through rhymes and words
I felt this is one of the best
support group in the world.

The best of all, I was overwhelmed with joy
when I ran through the comments
and I discover this blessed group of people
who actually  cared about your plight
they shared their own stories
and assure you with sublime affection
that "you are not alone going through this"

This is more than just a poetry blog
It is a whole new universe
where the thoughts are profound
and your feelings really count
no matter how filthy it is
when you write them here,
It takes the form of fertile ground.

And this is home for some of us
who find the world too distorted
but cannot let their "waves" go free
for they fear for the judgment
and the social decree
or the worst of them all
fear to be transported to some
asylum for behaving like a "Lunatic"

Till time takes a turn
and normal is "the real truth" again
I will make this place my nest
and let all my chaotic vibrations
get settled and be ready to harvest.....
It has been over 200 days, And these are best days of my life for a long while.
I have been more productive than ever. And I feel sorry for the guys who still are hooked on the discussion on some post on some page about some meme. Not because I care so much, but they exist around me.
I am experiencing the magic of solitude. If the basic Nirvana exists, it must be like this.
  Mar 2018 Shobhit
Lola
I’m tired of living
For everyone but me
I’m tired of being
What you need me to be
I’m tired of helping
Everyone but myself
Tired of trying
To live for everyone else
But I can try to be happy
And I can try to be me
To become that girl
That I hope that you see
Because I have so much to live for
And so much I can do
And I’m tired of knowing
That I’m doing all this for you
Although you may love me
Which you know means a lot
You can’t force me to become
A person I’m not
I’m dark but I’m happy
I’m cold but I smile
So just listen to my voice
And I’ll stay here a while
I know that you saved me
I will never forget
But I need to live for me now
And I haven’t started yet
Shobhit Mar 2018
that evening,
                you conquered me completely,
                            
                 so perfectly,
                I wished this is all I want
              
               and all I did,
               what I desired for so long,
            
              held you
              against the wall of my shabby room.

              As I came closer,
              I could taste your breath

                           the freshest breeze,
                           I have ever inhaled
                                
                        ­    I caught the whiff,
                            wished never ever to breathe out
                  
                   and baby
                  the moment was blessed.

I tenderly ran my hand
                             up your curvacious waist

you melted so sensually,
                 the gods would fail to stop for a rest.

                         the more I leaned forward,
                        blankness ran through.

         Just when the time
         was utterly divine

                                 you did something
                                my heart leaped strides


                          the way you closed your eyes,
                                   I had an epiphany
                    I could sense how much you believed
                          in the promises we made.

                         the luscious lips of yours
                    brushing against my dry ones


and with every second passing,
I felt a jolt inside me
filling my heart with
the juices of your love.

                                                 I had no clue
                                                       when you unbuttoned my shirt
                                                         and you took that pause
                                                                ­    to get even closer.

I embraced you so tightly,
kissing the right of your neck,
you let out a gasp
buried your face in my chest,
all I could think was
if time would rest.

                              I held you harshly
                        by the scruff of your neck
                                                            ­    and you dug your nail
                                                                ­       deep into my back,

all of these fueled the fire, my love
I lost the track of life
like it never existed without you.

As our unclad flesh
rubbed against one another,
and the rhythm of our breath
found a hard time to sync,

                               our heartbeats were inaudible
                             taking the break they YEARNED.

I held your both hands into one
and raised them high,
for they felt like obstruction,
a medium to unite
and I sought no mediator
to aid the passion of ours,
                                                   for I have contemplated your
                                                                ­ face for long enough,
                               they radiate with the most
                                       pious flames of desire,
and that is the same thing I
am greedy for the time being.

the evening I live for, the night I live by
coming back home to you as soon as I can
for the moment I see you, to hold you so fast
not a fraction of a second gets spilled
that I regret my time till it lasts.
Shobhit Mar 2018
Anti-depressants
swallowed a few every night
he loved his dreams most
Queen of labor
Queen of pain
Oh let me savor
Your every pang
You want for more
And I can give
More to explore
And more to live.

Don't stress my hole
Don't worry my doll
Other end of my pole
My rise and my fall.

Eternity is what we have
  Mar 2018 Shobhit
Krista DelleFemine
As artists
We want to hold on to our creation forever
We want the reader to interpret our art with our intention
We want to control
But the truth is
Once we release our art into the world
It becomes common property
And belongs to the world
We do not get to dictate
How our art will be received
Or whether the viewer must laugh
Or cry
Or become nostalgic
The purpose of art
Is to let it go
Next page