Childhood Traveler

He’s grown up, he’s so cool,
He doesn’t need to go to school!
He can smoke, he can smile,
No homework can ever make him cry!

There was a man I envied,
When I was a kid of 10,
He’d travel the world and come back with snacks,
I’ll wait up for him, till then.

Life so cool from the looking glass,
I sailed at his dream at half mast,
School felt a burden, homework alas,
He’d get on a plane, and I’ll have class!! 

As lunch break struck and the buffet opened,
My lunch was just bread with jam,
I’d imagine this man, this stalwart of success,
Eating strawberries and ham!

English period starts and dictation is the cue,
Teacher slammed her scale, but I never knew!

For she would try to anchor me,
Keep me in the classroom where I felt low,
Whilst I would be sailing,
Just going with the flow!

Venice, Milan, The bus stand on the corner,
All places where I had never gone,
Were within reach of my mystery traveller,
Oh how much I wish I had grown!

Alas, If only I knew,
That planes could not take off from bus stands,
And our future is never in our own hands!

Someone please meddle with time,
Bring me back to those days,
Where I could imagine and just smile,
Oh my childhood craze,

The traveller, the snacks and the stories❤️

Heart On Fire

However hard a wall pushes her,

She’ll push it back again,

Training against societal views,

She will rise again!

Ain’t nothing called a fallen angel,

Wings of steel, can’t be clipped,

She made some mistakes, but she learnt,

Nothing tells us that she slipped!

Brave face with streaked tears,

Personality as big as the shire,

She’s a phoenix who shall rise again,

With her heart set on fire!

Climbing through the treacherous valleys,

Of stereotypes and blame,

Hard marble, or be it adamantium,

You’ll find her chisel her name.

Shatter ceilings and scatter bones,

A battlefield of victory awaits,

Ignore the naysayers of yore and old,

With her, it’s not a debate!

Don’t underestimate her,

There’s everything that she can!

She’s a phoenix with her heart on fire,

She’s a woman!

#HappyWomensDay

Virtual Engagement Tale

Fictional yet so true

If you’re far away, listen to my voice,

Seclude yourself from the noise,



I can promise you,

By the time we get through,

The world will not be the same.



I’ll write you a song that gets you moving,

Honey, I’m here; let’s start grooving,

For now, feel me through the screen,

Is the message still on seen?



Don’t worry about the network,

The new router is ready,

White floral background,

And love theme going steady!



I can switch off the video feed,

And hide my face when I need,

After all,

The best man is my front cam!



Can you hear my vows?

Nothing is static tonight!

Wifi and Wife, all is set,

It’s virtual speech time!



(Electricity goes off) …



Can you hear me?

Hello?

I can hear you!!



Hello??



Damn you, Zoom😂



That’s how the Virtual Engagement Speech ended.



Guess I should have arranged a generator too…

I’ll be single forever 😂.

What Am I?

Locked by fear of everyone near,

No one has seen me, they have seen my mask,

To peel me like onion,

A much daunting task.

I’m a joke, hidden away,

In yellowing pages of an unpublished draft,

A Limerick of sorts,

punchline left blank.

I’m a pen who fought in wars,

Tabletop penfights were my conquests,

My ink ran out, so I’m ignored,

Despite my howling requests.

I am a boat that a child left,

In the water of a roadside pond,

I am the tune of a forgotten melody,

The chorus of an addictive song.

I’m a man of many vices,

The proprietor of failed voices,

I can guide you through heartbreak,

But I can never take my own advices.

Am I a man who’s stuck in the past,

Or am I the one who can make it last?

Doubts I wonder about, clarity denied,

It all comes down to,

What am I?

I wish at last!

I wish to go back,
Back to the store,
Pick out another dress,
Dance some more,
I wish to have another bite,
Of the ice cream I used to like,
I wish much more than I can have,
I wish, I wish, I wish at last!

Forever I have kept my heart hidden,
For smiles of people I love,
For once I wanna be, set free,
And fly across like the dancer,
I used to be!

Before a family, before a life,
Before I became someone’s wife,
The times of innocence I sorely miss,
The warmth of his hands, my father’s kiss,
Stories told by mom and Gramps,
Kneading glue within my hands,
Watching it stick as I pull apart,
Was I the finger or the glue from start?

I draw the life I wish I had
The life, where I had the world!
Im in love with a memory of me
The memory of when I was a girl!

Now I live for you my son,
But you can’t remember my eyes,
You live for a game, you live for a lie,
Can you even remember my smile?

~ Warrace

Crying Seagulls

An unrest is brewing, every crack shines on
A traveler parched, perched on the sand,
A messiah farce-d, breathed in stone
A man wakes to show you the way,
And crying seagulls call you out today

Crumbles and crumbs of a cookie,
Once crumbled, can speak naught now,
Call upon the drum-roll of the eyes of the siren,
Call upon the lust and pain of dead men,
The man who turned orange into a symbol,
Fades down into dust of what could have been.

An island that swore against the sea,
A hand that fed, got bitten terribly,
The darkest parts of the land unknown,
Broken, mercilessly

Find me that old stump, where sat the wise,
The one who said we shall fall,
on our own device
Find me an aura that’s white as snow,
Un-mucked and unblemished as we all know,
Ti’s does not exist yet she lives on
Singing the same seagull song.

I’ll fly on as the nation changes beneath me,
I’ll fly higher to escape the depravity,
I know there’s no mercy left within,
For a twist that came and had broken in,
Barricaded humanity has no escape,
This is what’s known to be their fate

Lucky me for I have wings to fly,
Lucky me to have the will to survive,
Others not so lucky for they stand tall,
Limited by the ground and the gravity of all,
I’ll fly away and forget my song,
The ones who remain shall sing along.

Warrace

Two Wives

I sing a lullaby to me, for I do not sleep
Tunes unheard by anyone but me,
For I do not sleep.

Glazed eyes open in my mind, swirling everything away,
Miles more to go and I sit, gambling all today,
The end shall be tough, tis no time to weep,
I sing a lullaby for me, for I do not sleep.

I had a home, two kids to call my own,
A dog, white picket and all else with the dream,
The life was good, had I even known,
That’ll I’ll end up, hearing myself scream.

I had two wives, one human, one vice,
One nagged me day and night,
The other was much nice,
One burdened me while I whiled away,
The other looked at me, begging me to stay.

I’m a man, so I made my pick,
I listened to my heart, that stupid prick,
I went to the vice, and the cards were dealt,
My wife left me, and my world began to melt.

Happiness is known when it’s truly gone,
This I learnt as I slept on the lawn,
Whilst she locked me out, the vice asked me to come,
Sadly I had nothing left, to give to the other one.

Now I sit, with a glass and a tune,
My old life seems a memory,
Inscribed on a rune,
Cards on the table as the vice urges me to play,
Miles more to go, yet I sit,
Gambling it all away.

Lore of Letters

Hold on little one, your time has just begun,

The first flight takes time, it happens under the sun

The wind comes in rounds, don’t let it slip

Bide your time, don’t shoot from the hip

 

Wind favours the clouds, no matter how much you shout,

Move like a fern, let it blow over, they say!

“Nay, I’ll be the teak in this neck of the woods

I won’t roll over and play”

 

You broke your toys and stormed the grass

You jumped up the high branch and fell on your arse

What will you prove to the authority of this hill?

Why not just go back & relax, take a pill!!

 

The man has the letter and he’ll hand it soon,

Grasp it when your hands open, in time

Don’t stuff your finger in every crack

Something unholy might bite back

 

The dawn isn’t far, let the clouds breeze the night,

Many letters smoulder, burning your heart,

Sharpen your axe and tend to that fire

When dawn comes, you shall definitely sire

A better life at the end of the woods

 

Ballads: Poem 1

You can close your eyes,
I’ll still be here, next to you
You can put your head, on my chest,
I’ll still be here, looking at you

Looking at how the scent of your hair,
Masks with your breath, as I run my hand,
Through them, smiling at my fortune,
Whilst you waft off to dreams unknown

You’re scared that I’ll leave,
You stand guard at your heart,
like a sentry,
Dear,believe me, when you wake up,
The bed won’t be empty, at all

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Metamorphosis

The streets follow me around,
Like a tedious argument,
It doesn't end with a destination in mind,
or with a crossroad of choice

We work in vain, for the pain of success,
Leads less to the bed of roses and more to the agony of thorns
I'm not a pied piper, to make people follow my word
I'm just a man with no home in mind
Let others lead me to where their emotions don't follow behind

A drained rose, devoid of color,
A dried leaf nestled between pages,
Hundreds of visions and revisions,
And grief in stages and stages.
He remembers and keeps keepsakes,
Memoirs of sweet nothings turned bitter,
Whilst the swinger turns the heavy hitter

She's gone my friend, two months don't make,
You're more than what you bring to the take,
Dust up , brush down, toast till healthy brown,
At the end, bring that cheque,
Finally it'll be ready, your deck