Stars and Clouds

Adored as the king of nifty numb nights,

Dissolved into dead darkness as the hearty heights,

Enshrouded as if never found,

‘Cause Imma fellow spellbound,

Demotic Desire of denizen of death,

To say ‘wow’ at till the end of the breath,

In me is awesome awkwardness astonishing as,

A soulful and wonderful jazz,

Their sleek shiny smile so swift,

Makes my heart go another drift,

Thousands come and a hundreds go,

Sign of mortality, Oh Stars! You never show,

Staring eyes can only see and glare and stare,

Can’t touch, it isn’t fair,

Live away, high above, sparkle,

It’s not like a reality; miracle,

Another contrast with the grayish shades,

Loads of appearances and lots of fades,

As if the blanket of sun,

Deeds of deadly truth, only summon,

Flashes like a sumo bag,

The cracking of thunder gives ‘em another tag,

It takes my breath, me,

For there was emptiness and silence all I could see,

Stars glow, to their full gleam,

But it isn’t as expressive as it may seem,

For it takes one moment and that’s all,

Pride really goes before a fall.

                                                                        -VAIBHAV VARUN

                                                 We often look at the outer appearance and judge his\her internal powers and talent. We forget that colour isn't a scrutinizing agent to predict a person's character because we humans have got impeccable qualities. The poem says that Stars who have always been considered as superior often feel proud due to their prestige but their power comes to an end only when the mere and filthy clouds take them over although they are so ugly. So enjoy reading and post the comments on my fb wall or here.!!!

Collapsing

 I’m some π miles away,

 Its disaster, it’s stray,

It’s coming in my way,

So what would I just say,

Nobody aches when I ache,

Nobody laughs when I laugh,

Nobody feels what I feel,

Nobody thinks what I think,

Nobody sees what I see,

So why the hell they are ‘round me,

It stretches, it collapses,

To me, its shadow with axes,

There isn’t a black hole in my heart,

But one in my mind,

I am just sucking myself,

As time passes on itself.

The world is a bloody fool aww…,

What’s wrong with the whole universe now,

Standing on bad land, it’s pricking,

The world is collapsing,

Collapsing,

Collapsing.

It isn’t a potion, its poison,

Further you go, further is horizon,

I think it’s possible,

But evil angel makes me feel impossible,

Like a neutron star it glows,

And like a fire it flows,

It’s eroding me all,

Like the shooting stars fall,

Why the faces are same, but the feelings aren’t,

Heart is the same, but the blood isn’t,

For hands are the same, they never aim at you,

And eyes are the same, but none stare at you,

The jaws are same but words are new,

The doors are same but none opens at you,

No simple words and no simple magic,

It’s so complex and so tragic.

The world is a bloody fool aww…,

What’s wrong with the whole universe now,

Standing on bad land, it’s pricking,

The world is collapsing,

Collapsing,

Collapsing.

Nothing is real,

What I really feel,

I just tear off my feelings,

Go beyond the limits, beyond the dealings,

And passes through the hole in my mind,

The things are fake, few,

Just listen to what I am saying to you,

Stone humans never utter, they bark like dog,

When I gonna touch them, they fade like fog,

When the water sparks, makes me feel like fire,

It’s a longing, it’s a desire,

They have guts, have no fear,

Damn ‘em all, nobody is dear,

They don’t have feeling but I just saved some,

Finally to write this poem.

The world is a bloody fool aww…,

What’s wrong with the whole universe now,

Standing on bad land, it’s pricking,

The world is collapsing,

Collapsing,

Collapsing.

The last page says that I’m gonna fade,

Left my inner self out, everybody’s dead,

The sound of despair even comes in space,

But I am just dumb, an unexpected phase,

What the people think of themselves,

And why the nature fades itself,

Nobody’s there to hold the hands,

As if the souls sunk in sands,

It’s just a fall in the rush,

Stars often give away,

Now that’s all I could say,

End of Varun’s thinking capacity,

And I feel it’s over,

I took a glance, there’s a better thing I can do,

I traced back along the path,

And back to the present past!

The world is a bloody fool aww…,

What’s wrong with the whole universe now,

Standing on bad land, it’s pricking,

The world is collapsing,

Collapsing,

Collapsing,

Collapsed!

                                                            -Vaibhav Varun

                                      This isn't 508 words of rhyme and mere sequence, it's one flow of aggression of what I want to spit straight at the world, it's just because of it's incorrigible nature. Why the hell poeple have become so awkward at a sudden, at the pace of development, if you have answer, plz. reply. And finally post the comments here or on my fb wall..!!

                                

  

                                 

The Ghost of me

                      ~~Tour de Soul...Don't co-exist with my rhyme, they crack like hell!~~

Feels like false ivory tower,

Cramps beneath a flailing power,

The brain synapses break,

And my organs become klutz,

A spare from me,

Yet a mirror of me,

Even my cheer stands on fire,

A hope is left; as big as stomata.

Jinx, is how I saw,

Jinx, the nuts in my head,

Jinx, I wanna shut the sun,

Jinx, brighten up my mind.

It opens like sand in hand,

The potential running into kinetics,

The stiff is now blood,

And the weak is now my heart,

It’s how you conceive,

The magic that you receive,

More than what you perceive,

It’s actually like you deceive.

Isthmus, on which I walk,

Isthmus, life of my soul,

Isthmus, the open crux,

Isthmus, the disclosed yet closed.

                                                       -VAIBHAV VARUN

                                       A short, but aggressive trial, moved to try some free verses, hoping it may work, and finally representing modernist literature. That's all I have to say for now. Go on for commenting on my fb wall or right here, right now!

Cool Artist

It feels like a hundred shades,

Crawling above the heads,

Moves apart, Seizes in the destiny,

As if a wanderer met his affinity,

It feels like a million madness,

Black hole in heart sucking sadness,

My eyes wide opened, and sometimes closed,

As if a charm beneath me flowed.

Forgotten the harsh chase,

Forgotten the lusty blaze,

Forgotten the burning sands,

Forgotten the crude hands.

There exists a silence when I close my eyes,

And even the silence in the moment never defies,

Flowers wake up, lazily bloom,

As if the winds intentionally smile, a bit gloom,

There exists a craze in each drop,

A magic as charming as a mountain top,

I stretch my hands, to get the feel,

As if it spells, the souls that they heal.

Never understood, why it pleasures me,

Never understood, heaven that I can see,

Never understood, the song of the zephyr,

Never understood, is it a jolly or a satire?

I saw the angels dancing,

And faunas merrily rejoicing,

The earth became unevenly shy,

As if the lushes stared me with joy,

I saw, I felt the violin melody,

Looked like moonlight adhered to it already,

And the nature lifted me off her hand,

As if she kissed me far from land.

I took with me, the chirping of birds,

I took with me, the creamy faces of herds,

I took with me, the kisses of air,

I took with me, the motherly blind care.

I shall long for it,

Some smiles, some moments making me stupid,

A childish and innocence appearance,

As if there is an essence in every presence,

I shall bind it in my memories,

Some untold and unproved theories,

Nature loves us all efficiently,

As if it gives to us a sweet melancholy.

Days, which I would never forget,

Days, which were mine and secret,

Days, which were really optimist,

Days, which I spent with you, Cool Artist!

-          VAIBHAV VARUN

                                       Since, today is my birthday, so before beginning anything I would like to seek sincere blessings of my true readers for my better future. It's your attention and wishes that make me more determined and strong and made upto the level here that I completed my 5000 visitors! Well, this poem is about monsoon, my favourite cool artist, you might have all guessed why I personified it as an artist. It brings us so much pleasure and a complete change in tha ambiance. Everything just rejoices up. I tried to cumulate the monsoon feelings in this short poem. Hope you like it, and please don't forget to comment either here or on my facebook wall. THANKS!!!

Dark Energy

Seems silence got blended with horror,

And oceans cyclone into cosmos,

The nerves blooded with terror,

As if in chains, felt across,

Some moments never give up,

But the creeps really suck,

Two moments, it takes it all,

With the conscience appealing at each crawl,

Some divine, some defined,

Some devil, some twisted,

Every bad dream turning into reality,

Being taken away at sake of mortality,

For the fall of each tear,

Takes me away from the earthly sphere,

Things went on for unexplained,

Rigel and Betelugese staring with their brow tightened,

Getting punished for the things never done,

Burned beneath the heart on Titan,

Wanna jump off the cliff,

Remembering the days that were spiff,

It’s the end of the start,

Or the start of the end,

I gotta know it all,

Before it makes me fall,

The electric guitar on my head,

A Bass Drum on my heart,

Ceased, nowhere to go,

WHY???

                                        -VAIBHAV VARUN

                  Must be wondering, why did I choose the title "Dark Energy" even though I didn't used it even for once. Quite absurd, but the poem was about Corruption. This is the advantage when you write poems, you can interrelate things magically, and this is what I tried to do. As we all know, corruption is beheading us in every aspect of materialistic life, a man never knows how and when he's caught in the bloody hands of this devil. The Dark energy reffered here is nothing but Corruption. I know it mistakingly got a cosmotic horror touch, because I wrote it at 1'o clock in night. Whatever! I wish you enjoyed reading and keep creeping on my page, Thankzxx..!!!