let's live and write.
I don't know why you feel this way,I don't know how to act on it.My words weren't meant to be in another way.All I want is ounces of love and nothing else.Maybe because I'm afraid or I'm naiveI do silly things.Maybe because it's new to me, it's hard for me to understand.All I want is ounces of love and nothing else.Forgive me! For I'm being aashole.Forgive me! For I couldn't give justice to my role.Forgive me! Forgive me! If I've been irritating.Forgive me! If you feel something for me.Your happiness matters to me.So is your sadness.Your confidence matters to me.So is your vulnerability.Your beauty matters to me.So is your ugliness..Let me be me and let you be you.But together..Let us be us..You,me and our little bluebird.Please...! Hold my hands.Lets walk.Today, tomorrow and forever.And if I'm undeserving...Fell free to let go.Don't compromise..But not then let's love .©_bikash_k
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How? When? And why?There's place where I want to beBut I keep asking myself.......how?There's a dream which I want to fullfillBut I keep asking myself......when?There's a way by which I want to live my lifeBut I keep asking myself.....Why?I know lot about "what it is"..But how?when? And why?I keep searching, fighting, sweating, waiting, learning, unlearning, laughing and crying for the answer.©_bikash_k
Top much love in the airRed draped all overMake-up and cutting of the hairLove in the sofa and also in the chair.Season of hugs and kissesFor the teen's and for mister and mistressAnd for those who are single; loneliness and distress..Some single write poems while some go incognito in the web..Some eat rajma chawal while some lollipop and grapes.Valentine... Season of love they say..Hell nobody knows it's significance per se.For other day's it's black and white but in valentine it's red and white..It's cold and you need someone to cuddleFuck if you're single just solve the puzzleUnlucky you drink some whiskey while couples sip on wine..And when you see 18yo kissing each other !Your respect is on the line..Okay...Ab underground hone ka samay aa gaya hai ©_bikash_k
HAPPY NEW YEAR.
"HAPPY NEW YEARRRRRR."When the alcohol hits and it's twelveWe all shout in the perfect sync and harmonyKnowing it's not that happy...But I like the optimisimMaybe cause of alcohol or euphoria...Some dance their heart outWhile other's throw up their bile juiceOn the road or in the gutter..Damn 'New Year'...All fancy and wildAnd then you wake up next dayDesperately in search for disprin or lemonAnd then the dance doesn't bother youOr the roasted meet..You just lay or sit , basking in the apricity.Well..It does bring changes..Maybe slightly but it does..And it brings hope and the motivation.." Happy New Year" You say it againBut quitely and with determination..©_bikash_k
No I can't write poems.
No I can't write poems. They're cumbersome. They demand suffering. And no one cares about them these days. You've to think hard...By the way who wants to think these days?It's better to upload reels on instagram. It provides.. Followers and friends. But poetry none. It demands solitude.. Loneliness and everything in between. It makes you feeble and vulnerable. Be mediocre instead. Follow the mass. Do the trend. Do what they want you too. You'll be like them. Like all of them. You'll get comfort and contentment. But poems? Nah.. I can't write poems. It's over. Sorry Bukowski.©_bikash_k
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The blue curtains
The blue curtains of my window Closing the world outside me. I could've tied them and Let the world be open But..! I doubted my strength I'm lazy and just laid back So I let it closed. Now I see nothing but a closed curtains. Outside it seems sunny It feels like gentle breeze is blowing A golden ray striked upon green. But I'm lazy and laid back As I doubted my courage. The ceiling looks kinda white And the walls greyish.©_bikash_k
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The birds sang the lullaby And trees waved me hi The wind enthralled my soul And the sun shone on me bright. I look around and found none I searched and they're all gone It was me, only me All the time and times to come on I'm lonely and I'm alone But not a grin on my face is shown As I'm addicted to it And being a vagabond I roam Roam across the paddy field, down the street And up in hill, sometimes I rest and I chill I read books and I write poem I sing a song and dance and humm. I feel me, and I feel my vibes I maybe raw now but I'll ripe I sense greatness and so I'll thrive And then at god's place, I'll feel alive.©_bikash_k
I'm nothing. I'm deprived of love, leisure and mass appeal. I do get drunk sometime, mostly brandy And smoke puff after siding my bike in the edge. I roam like a vagabond, freely and gleefully. I meet people, they meet me. They talk and I listen ,listen wholeheartedly. I learn and then unlearn and then learn And then, I'm something A soul open to experience, ecstasy and peace. I do get female attention, most of which doesn't matter.Sometimes males too. I get respect from juniors, admiration from peers. I will be great and I know it. Greatness that sets example for years to come. Someone who people will look upon. I'm me and I'm grateful.©_bikash_k
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As I listened to my peers talking Sipping and sharing a bottle of whiskey About what they want to do And why they would settle for mediocrity I thought of myself; what should I do? Walk the path less trodden Or follow the one easier A wife, a car and the house Or a dream , a passion and fortune ?Maybe it was whiskey that gathered the atmost Courage in me Or maybe it was inner me, the stronger me urging ,Whatever the case was, I decided to choose the second one. I knew I had to be alone, I knew it meant derision An absolute disdain. But I was determined Maybe it was only at that moment But it was enough. Settling for mediocrity and have a good life Or risking it and be great. But even in an easier path, there is no absolute That they would reach where they want to Nor in the second case. So why not! Why not! And they went, drunk. Bid farewell to me. I did the same and started writing.©_bikash_k
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Waqt ki baatein.
Tum chali gayi toh Kya hua Bas sapne hi toh toote hai.. Kahi yaad, Kahin palKuch Yaadein hi toh chute hai.. Jine K Lia akeli kaafi h Yeh Jindagi Kahin waadein hi toh toote hai.. Tu thi Kabhi Jindagi mae Khus pal the, khwab pakke the. Ab tuh nhi, Teri ehsaas nhi Phir bhi Yeh Jindagi hai Hum Jee lenge. Naye khwab, naya manjar Nayi soch, Nayi Yaadein. Ab Jine laga hu khud K Lia Aur marunga bhi Khudi K Lia Teri na hone ka ab koi gam nhi Tarraki karunga khud hi K Lia.. Dia tha Tujhe sab Kuch Jia thaa tere Lia.. Ab aur nhi Yeh Dard aur mayushi. Waqt ki baatein hai Me hi hu, mera basar aur Meri Khusi.. ©_bikash_k