Thoughts keep awake
Body becomes fake
It doesn’t get sleep
Happens to be creep
Sleeping with eyes
Dreaming of lies
Away from bed
Pillow in head
Lights too dim
Face is grim
Everything’s bright
For sleepless night
Written by
Shilpi C. Sinha
Every day supressed
You depressed
It will go on like this
No change no bliss
Living in a hell
Ringing all the bell
Love labour lost
City count cost
One in one out
Disappear no shout
No one will come
When you’re done
Stand up and wipe
Smile again life
Alive is you
Isn’t that true
Written by
Shilpi C. Sinha
Keep away from this shit
Refrain from making trips
To places unknown
Filled with voices ungrown
Keep away keep away
You know you’re their prey
Turning you insane
Leaving you in disdain
You’re not to be this way
Just leave the place you stay
Stop, See and Unfollow
Make space, let it be hollow
Complaints are vain
When life is uncertain
You don’t see if it all exists
You don’t know if it all would cease
Only what happens now is alive
Everything else is deep and blind
Not visible to open eyes
Or far beyond the mind
Thoughts grow with time
Believing on all that’s divine
There’s no escape to life
From living perhaps this life
Existence matters when you see
A life in life that’s free.
Little things don’t make me happy
Things not Grand make me so snappy
I care about nothing less than Me
It doesn’t even matter to me who’s he
Everything big, fat and visible
Ostensibly grand but not divisible
I wish to own a one or more
fit enough to engage and allure
Screaming desires haunt my ego
life’s a waste if lived incognito
Nothing less than Grand will do
Am I or I am Greedy says Who ?
Please see, only the pretentious assure
Simple is not equal to happy anymore
Entire being goes into accumulation
Transgressing the path of renunciation
Written by
Shilpi C. Sinha
I sit half thinking, half relaxed
here’s the time when am not taxed
leaving work and designation
that bore slavery and recognition
Am no more bound to work anymore
nor do i search for, at any door
I sit casually with my tea
loving and loathing the time that’s free
Unable to think of what to do
To do, to do, to act no clue.
I should practice quietness
for doing snatches happiness
I should just sit happy for a while
Travel inside and work in style
for bread and butter has its own source
I need not get up for any force
In steps i try to travel inside
but thrown away by high tide
still being trapped with work outside
i sit here and sit on the other side
I don’t understand why they do
but the way they do is terrible too
i move a word and simple it goes
haha response is their signature pose
is it for me or just everyone
that haha song they make me learn
am i too reserved or am i not stern
am i uneducated or that i don’t earn
all this and that, my friends don’t do
relatives of course, i wish could undo
their burlesque behavior and mockery,
could have learnt to react more properly
be it profane or just for some fun
murder once done can never be undone.
Somethings there,that isn’t bright,
somethings there without light
wondering where to find some
if its one or maybe none
i look into free spaces everywhere
upon the surface and inside layer
there’s something that i miss now
unknowing where to find and how
busy feelings and slave thoughts
of past or dead doesn’t rot
unable to figure what happens
life and lifelike dampens
struggling to explore that something
for some life is better than dumping
An experiment on writing poem with an alphabet . Tried with J
One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “J”
An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with N, O, Q, V, X and Z as muses.
Leave a comment in case you’re interested, I’ll contact you – don’t post the poem in the comments 😉
This is a guest post by Shilpi Rajput. See her blog here. She is a teacher by profession and a start up partner with her…
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People today have many faces
leading lives without any traces
there’s no one face anymore
it was only, when they were four
when their face was bright as sunshine
things brought smile were less than a dime
they eat, drank and played with everyone
but now keep looking for that, some ‘one’
they loved everyone without a thought
hugged each other even when they fought
to them now adds each year
a different face with a thick layer
the face of smartness and desperation
in search of millions to joy and recreation
wishing every day to go back in years
tired of guilt and living in fears
longing everyday to be happy like a child
searching for innocence among the wild
this is what people are doing today
forgetting their roots and old play
though none can pierce into the thick
that is thickened each year with a new trick
so once all grown cannot be rooted out
tentacles grow in us just as the sprout
still there’s something even if we ‘re done
out of so many faces just pick any one
ThoughtSummary 
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