Poems Are Endless (Part-1)

Conan the Barbarian poem I couldn't forget (vividly recall that I was travelling to U____ house while writing this, 2017)

Startling thunders fall across the land with

The one and only troglodyte beast.

Hurtling wonders call you to win the wand,

Ruling the dark that brings starless nights and feasts.

Hunting in the anonymous world to vanquish foes,

Facing the unseen future army alone.

Implementing his own self-edification and tutelage,

Coincidentally protecting a sufferer.

Coincidentally discovering love,

Leaving a safe world (abandoning love to rule) for dangerous realms.

His solitary quest in this perilous land to shield goodness from hell,

Not just a warrior, but a youth on a journey.

Living anew, yet never conquered or deceived,

No pain, no grief, only bloodshed.

The flow of love and support is halted by the warrior's evil,

An ungodly necromancer, yet he does not prevail.

Virtuosity and skill arise anew,

The agony ever present in the soul of the warrior, the savior, the survivor.

Heaven and hell converge,

1:33:45 marks the beginning of times too harsh for any to endure.

As simple as it seemed, the love found and the love lost are equal,

Yet no tear falls, nor will ever fall... the rising sun never contemplates a droplet falling from it.

Negativity is eradicated,

He might feel alone, yet he rules as the sole sovereign, with an army, but no—

Space Contracts

There are no boundaries for anyone or anything, yet you diminish my worth. Can you ever halt this coercion?

Among the few genuine characters waiting, I stand out because you turn me into something uncreative, bound like relics of a bygone era, yet still capable of creation.

I was hoping you wouldn’t push me to a barrier I’d bow to.

I bear no guilt that warrants this fate.

You stifle something stunning within me, blaming me as if I’ve done nothing.

You neglect the thorns I wear—those that mourn and sing of a life both bitter and sweet.

You compromise the pact between my morals, my ethics, and me, drowning me in a shifting pudding of thoughts.

You imply that you're deliberately doing this, knowing you wouldn't confront me directly.

In your efforts to belittle me, you're grounding the truest expression of my identity and potential.

Your insinuations send tidal waves crashing through my mind.

Thus, you encroach on the space where my identity thrives and finds joy, not where it withers.

Heaven knows why I don't fit into your circle of friends. Hell tells I just don't seem like a friend to you.

It's not that I can't, won't, or don't want to.

But I've realized that in doing so, I would have to endure endless trivial chatter that would ultimately waste my time.

Yet, I'm compelled to ask what perplexes you so much that you won't reach out to me?

I am slamming my mind shut to show you I embody love, joy, and keen analysis.

Better be careful.

I am absent

Yes, I am absent,

Engaged in tasks that deepen my knowledge,

Not because my work is unfinished,

But because it demands more of me.

I’m stressed by pressures,

sick, or tied up with important duties.

That call not just for my presence but my conscience.

I cannot soar or become spirit without my means of travel.

Whenever I'm back, I catch their glances (what's their take, I wonder, as they glance?)

Yet, when I arrive,

Things don’t worsen, but neither do they improve.

Ignored still, as if my absence were my only trait,

They inquire about my whereabouts,

Discuss leave letters as if they were my voice.

I, ever aware,

notice each nuance.

I might bore you with the economy of philosophy,

And yet, you do not invite me in.

So, why question my absence at all?

Persistently, profoundly aware,

I assist my distant self,

A corollary of my awakening,

Unfolding and un-paralyzing my true essence.

Diving into this life underwater (Depth Of Thought)

Inescapable, yet necessary.

Music followed, a sinusoidal wave of human emotion,

Watering my soul with melodies from my own playlist – songs in newer languages, cinematic sounds that shaped my life.

What’s next? The test of teenage competence:

Driven not by me, but by all, yet somehow it became my own.

Now, everything I am (what my mind is? It’s what is ‘me’) converges like a primed recoil.

Found everyone fond of brands, dismissing wisdom.

True freedom for the learning bird lies in places of passion.

A passion that is a flame is akin to fame.

For these NOTs tie us to deeper truths,

And truths are vital, though often breathless.

I've seen favorites, heard the laughs and cries.

Who gets chosen, who just flies by?

It’s all a game of perceptions.

Well, you'd love to guess, wouldn't you?

You say I don't merge with one another,

But when you are blind, who communicates in your Morse code?

I witness love, often unreturned,

Yet I know my value ; I assist without hesitation.

Invisible bonds of affection, often unreciprocated,

Link every relationship in existence.

Why, world? That's all that fills my view.

While shallow smiles mask deeper miles of truth.

Extreme emotions dominate,

Every extremity intensifies the meaningless meanings.

Solace seeks to tie me with its laces,

I’d love to fully embrace it, yet know that gradualism slowly unwinds.

So, I wait, wander, and thunder against the gradualism,

Oh lord, it persists!

Change mocks me, blowing smoky promises,

And this never ends. Entity flows.