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Poetry Shenanigans – Journey

Journey

Journeys begin with the smallest of steps,
Infinite, countless tiny steps.
Lives are spent chasing down dreams.
Most settle with the barest of dreams,
On their wishlist.
They believe they’ve reached their destinations.
Shortchanged? Premature? Tunnel vision? Lost?
Guess we’ll never know.
Just because you reach a destination,
Doesn’t mean the journey is complete.
Then there are the wanderers,
Blending with time and space,
Uprooted, displaced,
Thrown off the path,
They set out to carve and mark their place,
Only left turning in circles,
Eyes wide open taking in the sights,
No longer certain if they’ve fallen or risen,
Questioning their purpose, their very existence.
Feeling like the Universe’s exclusive jester,
Entertaining the whims and fancies,
Of a world blinded and deafened,
By the misery that’s torn it asunder.
Where hope is a rare sight, but a cherished one.
And so the wanderer wanders,
Where all the sights and sounds,
That once was home,
Is nothing but a fading mirage,
Slowly and steadily pulling the welcome mat,
Out from under the wanderer’s feet.
How do you find your way?
When the only way you’ve travelled, turns foreign?
Wanderers make the best storytellers.
It’s not their wisdom,
But the strife they hide behind twinkling smiles,
And in long strides, and supposed blasé attitudes,
That makes the tales of their journeys,
Timeless and worth the while.
They belong nowhere and to none,
Yet the world belongs to them.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Measuring Up

Measuring Up

There was no script,
Preordered, prewritten,
No scene preordained
Tossed, hurled,
Twirled and hurtled,
Towards the chaotic serenity,
Called life.
They said dream,
Like nobody has ever dreamt,
Run from pillar to post,
Spend your youth,
Within the four walls,
Of temples of knowledge,
Among like minded blank
slates,
Like yourself.
They said study harder,
Apply yourself harder,
The books will save you,
The words phrasing equations,
Framing laws of gravity,
Dabbling in grammar and syntax,
Whilst churning out literature and
philosophy.
Then, as you get older,
Your dreams are invalid and
negated,
You’re told to give up chasing
Other worldly visions,
That you once called dreams,
Goals and passions you once coveted.
Told to trade in your foolish ideals,
For the lessons of harsh reality,
Where you’re told,
All the lessons you were once taught,
In your foolish youth,
About kindness and compassion,
Love, peace and intolerance,
Were nothing more than,
Fables, tales, mere fiction.
How else can you justify,
All the hatred? All the destruction?
How can you be the same tongue?
That talks sweet nothings about love
and peace?
And be the tongue that lashes out at
me,
For all my differences?
For all that you dictate with terms and
conditions?
How dare you tell me to live to dream,
And savour freedom,
Only to mock me,
For my ‘naivety,’
Of daring to dream.
How can you root for hope and light,
In a world so unsteady,
Trembling and unstable,
By forces of hate, anger and envy?
How can you ask for better?
When you’d rather only focus,
On what you colour as weakness,
And label as the worst?
How can you hope for a bright future?
For all the children, for tomorrow’s future?
When all you’ve done,
Is quash, squash and destroy,
All forms of inquiry, curiosity,
and discovery,
To the minds and souls that matter most?

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Battle-Worn

In celebration of World Poetry Day, here’s a poem for one and for all. Happy writing & most importantly, happy muse hunting!

Battle-Worn

Rivulets of anger,
Tears of frustration and fear,
Music that just plays on,
These are the things,
Wars are built on.
Ravage, pillage,
Be a savage,
Ignore the screams,
Begging and pleading for mercy.
No survivors,
Only scars,
Only reminders,
To remind you time after time,
Of all that once was,
And all that’s now left behind. 

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans: Thinking Out Loud

Thinking Out Loud

Why is it easier to scorn someone?
Than to give them a shot?
Why is it easier to push someone
further down the rabbit hole?
The rabbit hole that houses all their
fears,
Their anguish and deepest, darkest
nightmares?
Than it is to hold them,
And remind them of silver linings
Outlining their storm clouds?
Why is it easier to criticize?
To find fault?
Than it is to compliment someone,
For their dedication,
And  intricacies of their thoughts? 
Why is it easy to break a heart?
And break people down and apart?
When you yourself know,
How it feels, to be cleaved,
And torn apart….
Why is it easy to turn a deaf ear?
Or give a cold shoulder?
To the ones we call friends,
The ones we claim to love,
To someone who only needs a kind
word,
A warm embrace, a hand, a hug?
A friendly reminder,
That they aren’t alone?
That this moment too shall pass,
And this storm too shall be one
They weather.
Why do we bury the real us so deep?
That we forget about the true versions
of ourselves,
That once did exist?
Why do we make it hard to be human?
When all that we need to do,
Is look within,
And free the wonder, the curiosity,
The zest for life,
We once possessed,
And free it from the shackles,
And confines of isolation and ignorance?
Why is it that you and I,
Refuse to see eye to eye?
When in reality,
We have the same vision,
The same dreams, hopes and aspirations?

SJ

Sanctity in Silence

Start of a new & promising month. Where has the time flown? I mean honestly, so much has happened, and I’m sure that holds true for each and everyone of you. I mean wow, how did we get here? I LOVE being busy, it keeps me going and definitely gives me purpose…and well sometimes there is no other way to move ahead in life than to get things done. Wherever your drive and life takes you, it all is for bigger & better things, or at least that’s what I keep telling myself lol. Enjoy your weekend everyone!

Sanctity in Silence

And in the silence,
I heard the rhythm and music
of the night.
Inviting and mysterious,
An element of surprise,
A sense of danger,
Lurking around some distant
corner,
Some random alley.
And in the silence,
I hear, loud and clear,
Every whisper,
Every fear,
The words behind every shed
tear.
Find your solace,
Make your peace,
For the silence is your keeper,
Your truth seeker,
And the only constant,
That will ever be.

SJ

Snapshot

Snapshot

Staring at the impossible,
Contemplating the inevitable,
Listening to the world telling you
You’re incapable
All while the world around you
is unstable.
Laughing at your dreams,
And calling them mere fables.
It’s ironic that the world,
Keeps harping on stability and peace,
When the only true path
To clear the garble,
Is to fix the cracks within,
In order to fix the cracks within
the world we live in.

The Discordant Beat

Been a while, but it’s time to welcome Fall with open arms and apparently all things pumpkin flavoured. So here’s a new post to welcome this time of the year. Hope everyone is doing great and thanks for stopping by!

 The Discordant Beat

Amongst bleary faces,
Wearing weary expressions,
Through these dreary days;
Where promises are broken,
And secrets hard to keep;
Where comfort and solace,
Are difficult companions to seek;
Where peace is a mockery of the
Utopia,
That we once dreamed of;
Where harmony and tolerance,
Are the dissonant fading beats,
To a world thriving in division;
Where hope and faith,
Are declared to be fairy tales,
And no longer the path of the
righteous,
But the path of prehistoric
wise-men,
And current day fools;
Where every choice we make,
Strips us a little farther away from
humanity,
And closer to the frigid clones,
We once swore and promised
never to be.
Where distance brings us closer,
And proximity?
Is just another excuse to not relate,
And let the ties,
That once bound us,
Slip away from our grasp,
Like fine grains of sand,
Dispersed, distant,
And nothing, but a memory.
Who are we to demand,
Understanding, patience and justice?
When we put ‘me’ before ‘we,’
And, ‘I’ before us?
And turn our backs on those,
Who look to us for strength,
At a moment they have felt their weakest?
How do we listen?
How do we feel human?
When the only thing
Filling our ears, eyes,
Hearts and souls,
Are the loud, booming echoes,
Of our own voices,
And nobody else’ ?

The Observer’s Disposition

Been a while since the words found their flow, guess you could attribute it to some sort of blocked ‘chi’ or real life being a pain in the arse :P. Well here’s fall’s finest product (or at least the start of the collection) from that lil’ thot generating faktoree in my head. Hope you’re all finding inspiration in every nook and cranny you take a sneak peek into!

The Observer’s Disposition

With transition,
Come unnecessary explanations;
Forgotten propositions,
Unjustified clarifications,
Laughable declarations,
Dreadful miscommunications,
Unforgettable misinterpretations,
Inexplicable exclamations;
Gone are the visitations,
But, through it all,
Nobody visits that past position,
Of how it all started,
Or why it all started.
Downed and drowned,
Are all those thoughts in multiple
assumptions.
And so,
We chose to move on,
Consciously or unconsciously,
Freeing ourselves from violations,
And promising more regulations,
To weave our ways out,
Through these multiple juxtapositions,
So as to ease our particular transition,
Through this confounding revelation
called life.