From Sharpened Nib Of My Mighty Quill…

Phhhhwwwwhat’s up everyone?

Good to see you all back here. Hope you’re having a good day. Before I proceed, let me take a moment to wish you all a very happy new year. It’s almost the end of first month. Darn it! I know it’s quite late but pardon me when I say that I have been working on some new stuffs for this blog (along with other pretty amazing things) – Wait till the drum rolls the 2018 style!

It’s been a surreal month as some of my previous Januaries of past years – kickstarting the new year, meeting some new people, meeting my family and of-course lots of work on both professional and personal end. I’m sure you’ll feel this renewed enthusiasm in my upcoming contents.

For the streak must continue, today I have few poems for you guys. These have been promptly written during the desperate breathing hours of my hectic work. Enjoy!

1. The One With Words

Scratch, Scribble, Doodle,

Strike, Hash, Shade,

Let your pencil

Scroll on sheet;

Roll on its nib

As it oozes of its tip;

When you move it between your fingers

And put it back to life,

When you drag it through, in yonder,

With all your might to write,

It may put scars on perchy paper,

Inscribe tool that no weaponry can beat,

Don’t mess with so-called hopper,

For my words can emblaze you like shit.

 

2. The One With Hidden Desires

How shallow is this ravenous self

That seek attention amidst the celebration;

Holding some secrets, keeping some mysteries,

Playful grin that reappears and stretches,

Reveals a story that’s best kept hidden

Within the comfort of your cushiony arms;

There it lie & pry,

On whatever remains of your shrinking heart.

 

3. The One With Winter Feelings

Petrifying wind & freezing water,

Shivering lives and burning carter,

Smoking without cigarettes,

oozing without cuts,

Stammering without inhibitions,

Murmuring without buts;

Loosing your hold ,

On what once was bold;

Bowing before the fury,

seeking the savior heat;

There lie thou helpless mankind,

Darn your pride which this cold shamelessly beat.

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