- A Show Stopper -

I, an avid reader and writer, write poems that are usually an escape, a way to express my feelings and somethings that are often not spoken off.. This blog has those poems I wrote, some I liked, some random and mostly those which helped me...in a hope, they help you too.. :) --Yours truly, Jazz.


Sunday, October 30, 2011

Take a step back

I wrote it day before yesterday...Sorry for making it too long. It's quite a different one and I personally like it. Hope you like it.

Once 
A misty evening,
You open your eyes,
To a thought.
A realization.
You feel 
Like a colorless clown,
running behind
a Rusty Mannequin.
Like a maniac.
Too tight, 
A griphold.
You struggle to let go
You fight yourself.
A tear
squeezes itself out.
Those trembling hands - 
Fail to find 
a light to fade
The darkness,
that you are about
to push yourself
into.
Finally,
the clock strikes 12. 
The griphold,
you let loose.
Take a step back.
Push him away,
as away as you can.
Deep breath,
you look behind.
The rusty mannequin
you Need.
The clown that 
you have become.
Drugged you feel.
Yet standing straight,
you avoid.

You are not worried.
A picture
in your head
tells you.
He will come.
Apologize.
Say sorry.
One day,
 there will be bliss.

The world shakes,
you stand,
A firm ground.
And you find-
the apple not eaten,
the strand of the ribbon
not broken,
not looked upon.
What If?
What if...
everything goes...
Backward.
The clock strikes 11.
The memories,
Etched forever,
You wait.
But
He never comes.
The sun never rises.
And it dawns 
upon you - 
He was never yours!
Hurt washes you over.
Your heart aches 
in grief.
He never needed you.

With
Blood-red eyes,
And stone-cold heart,
You Take a step back.
Solitude. 

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Trying my best...

It's not my personal favorite...not that good...but yeah I wrote it some time back...decided to post! :)



It kills me inside
a little bit everyday,
to see you walk out
of the room
without realizing
how much you mean to me;
how much I truly need you.

It hurts me inside 
a little bit everyday,
to see you look at me
yet behave as if
looking through 
a glass wall,
through nothing, air.

It scares me inside
a little bit everyday,
to think of how
everything will fade
to darkness
and we'll be left
following paths that
never intersect.


I collapse inside
a little bit everyday,
when all my efforts 
bound me as if
I am gagged
and I can't get
the words across.


I lose hope inside
a little bit everyday,
whenever I see you
happy and feel
helpless to see me
so pathetic and lost.


I am dying inside
a little bit everyday,
because I keep 
running out of imagination
and can't seem to
get enough of you.


But... I AM trying inside
a little bit everyday,
because I know
I need to believe
even if you're a treasure
too far out of reach.


-

Friday, October 07, 2011

You mean more than everything to me..

It is kind of cheesy... But then again, I like cheese. :)


I buried it deep
within myself.
Because the thought 
of pulling you in, 
through it all,
feels like sin.

I swallow my tears,
gulp down my fears,
for I know I have no choice,
And I will have to
face it
Head on.

I grit my teeth,
and carry on.
Hide the failure 
through my eyes.
Or when I cease to talk
and dwell in, on negative thoughts.

Often I see myself
hungry for love.
Or even a mere nod
Or a kiss on the forehead.
With a different kind of assurity
that everything 
will be fine.

When the night closes down 
and my mistakes bury me
I feel suffocated
with no place to go
And that is when,
I think of you
so desperately.

You say you don't
mind helping...
But it makes me 
feel guilty,
for sticking onto you
like a parasite. 

You have no idea 
how it feels,
when in deep sea
the warmth of your hug
makes it all okay,
in one go.

That caring tone 
in your voice
is something I always
yearn for,
no matter how much I show
I can survive,
without it, I feel empty.

I try hard to hide it all
from the eyes of the world
try to keep it
away from you...
But you always
seem to hit bullseye.

How do you do it,
is a wonder to me.
But I guess
without you sweetheart, 
I would be no more than
a lifeless being
morose and helpless, in darkness.

I try to divert my feelings
and I can't help but realize
how much you mean to me.
I try my best to go on
but ultimately,
I can't seem to go on without you.

I don't know how to 
get it across but,
here's something,
I would like you to know-
Thank you...for everything
you have ever done...
Because it means more than
everything to me.

:)