Category: Scribble with a Scheme

  • “CUPID’S SIGH” – Poem

    “CUPID’S SIGH” – Poem

    “Oh, how I wish each arrow out of my quiver

    pierces through the wind,

    sliding by the raindrops,

    pins its target down on their knee.

    Alas! the armor they wear

    on their hearts this winter, is too thick”,

    sighed Cupid.


  • “THERE ARE TIMES” – Poem

    “THERE ARE TIMES” – Poem

    There are times when I do not feel like writing.

    When I realize how these phrases and paragraphs

    are giving everyone a preview of my hidden subconscious and unconscious.

    That the halfheartedly wired, spillage of a wreckage

    like an uncluttered mess in the wake of a hurricane that I am,

    is giving free tickets to an exhibition which has always been shut down,

    front door barb-wired with inhibitions.

    Then the hidden me peeks in through the keyhole,

    looks around and sighs in relief,

    that my inhibitions are shallower exhibitionist

    than the visible self of the crowd.




  • “WHAT WAS IT AGAIN” – Poem

    Did I drop it?
    Maybe I left it somewhere!
    Did I even have it in the first place?
    God, I wished so hard,
    for it to be there.

    But it never was,
    What was it called again?
    I did get some bits and pieces,
    Some bloomed early,
    some left in vain.

    A To-Do List.
    Still hangs unchecked.
    Meant to remind me what needs to be done,
    Still hangs there.
    Ghost of all things left unsaid:

    Saved mobile balance,
    did top-up recharge
    to last all night for long conversations.

    Ended up using it all.
    “Your main balance has been depleted by internet”,
    was the mobile phone notification.

    Asked friends for loan
    against property – mobile
    to collect pennies
    for imaginary date nights.

    Honed creativity,
    each skill in subcategory,
    gave splendid demonstrations
    resulted in friendly favors.

    Dropped hints to my mom
    that her son has all grown.
    something might be cooking,
    which would end him getting disowned.

    Supposedly held revolver,
    loaded with blank,
    Turned out, was a toy gun,
    sprays water and shoots from opposite end.

    I had it all ready,
    A perfect runaway wedding plan.
    A magistrate, I remained in contact with
    Two set of legal IDs for witness,
    and a book named
    “How to start a new life in Japan?”

    I wish I could have done it all alone
    I seriously wish sometimes, I do
    But there was an absence of culprit, you see
    Whose name I could get painted in black,
    or dark blue.

    Someone whom parents blame,
    for my sleepless nights and high mobile bills.
    Someone whom friends despise,
    Label as gold-digger, friend snatcher or plain buzzkill.
    Someone who refuses to runaway,
    Because obviously, we belong to different cast and parental love.
    Someone, who acted wide eyed on the creative demo-gifts,
    Even though believed that diamonds are always a cut above.

    Had it been so,
    the life would have been a sparkling, perfect gem.
    Did I drop it? Maybe I left it somewhere
    Did I even have it in the first place?
    What was it again?

  • “FLIGHT OF IMAGINATION” – Poem

    I saw a unicorn,

    I don’t know why

    Did they even exist?

    It did say hi

    Yes, it could speak,
    Actually blabber, a lot
    Chewed weed I guess,
    A horse, who was high.

    It asked for help,
    I said, “Bro why?”
    After all it’s a UNICORN!
    Just be cute and neigh

    It went too deep.
    Emotion and gooey stuff
    What was it about?
    Dunno, but I did cry.

    We turned bonded bros
    The unicorn and I
    And since that day,
    We played ‘I spy’

    Ok, it’s been too much.
    It was all just a lie
    It wasn’t a unicorn
    Just how imaginations fly!

    😛

  • “TINY MYSTERY BOX” – Poem

    I locked away a part of me,
    in a tiny mystery box.

    A mystery so tough,
    with false clues layered,
    so that it takes forever to solve.

    It always stays enclosed,
    in the fortress of riddles.
    No hint,
    No sign.
    Don’t want it to resolve.

    Yet you dare enter.
    Shining bright,
    filled with warmth.
    The fortress collapses,
    the box dissolves.

    I find the piece missing in me,
    a jigsaw puzzle.

    Too late to realize,
    it makes me half
    and the other half is you,
    for whom I fall.

    I try my best,
    putting the puzzle together,
    I tried too hard
    but got not far.

    So, I locked away a part of me,
    in a tiny mystery box.

    A mystery so tough,
    with false clues layered,
    so that it takes forever to solve.