Category Archives: Poetry
At the beach… in Mullaitivu
Mullaitivu Beach The beach in Mullaitivu is beautiful. It’s so calm, so serene. I stood there with mixed emotions, A beach so pure, untouched, yet also wounded By the callous acts of a few, It was in contrast to what we saw on our way here Things best not seen or spoken of, But there’s [...]
There’s good, there’s great, there’s amazing…
Another week on Indie Ink. It’s a poem this time… They stood in one long line, Some casting sly smiles, A few looking bold, and others, uptight As they waited patiently under the shinning light, Here were the final 10, The best of the lot, Fighting it out in the middle, to get their hands [...]
On the banks of the river
On the river bank, Perched high on a tree, Sits a crow, That’s all I see, From atop this tower, Locked away from sweet daylight, I peek through the cracks on the wall, wondering what others, might have escaped my call, I’m taken out when the masters come, As an exhibit But no sum, Do [...]
A Journey
A journey that began with no purpose, Only filled with fun and frolic, Carefree entertainment Youthful excitement, foolish ambition, Ended Death, One of the two permanent fixtures in our fleeting journey, Second only to the love and the memories that will forever linger.
It hurts…
It hurts, To know you don’t satisfy expectations, To be cast aside, To be discarded, Especially if you’ve come to love this thing, That has just rejected your call For their love. It hurts, To be alone, To have no one to share your dreams with, To have no one to kiss you on the [...]
Said she…
Said she, “I want to be the pretty girl, Whose got no freckles on her face, I want to be the lucky girl, For who everything turns out just fine, I want to be the funny girl, And walk amidst the laughter, I want to be the rich girl, Who, as she pleases, toasts, wines [...]
The flower in the glass
Trimmed to perfection, she stood on the crystal glass, Letting herself be the subject of the night, Discarding the plight of her peers – the wild flowers outside, As each passer-by bowed in respect, Acknowledging her beauty, her presence, They had at first lamented that she looked ill, But she was chosen from the rest, [...]
The pianist
In the dim light, he begins his stint for the night While the gathering toast to their success, To them, his songs are an excuse to sway Often drowned and unknowingly discarded They, to him, are the subjects Of his songs He sings mainly of love – of different sorts and forms, Accompanied by passion, lust and [...]
Oh that famed lady…
I met this famed lady, a ‘celebrity’ of sorts, Self-proclaimed though, and her status has gotten into her head, She expects ordinary folk to know her when they meet her, Rally behind her, flashing their cameras, And not… for goodness sake, ask for her name, That to her, was sign of folly, But, me being [...]
The answer my friend, will we ever find?
(To the tune of ‘Blowing in the Wind’…although at times the rhythm goes a bit off) How many times would democracy be stabbed Before it is wiped off this world? How many times would a young girl weep While she bleeds at the hands of the beast? How many times would a young man sing Of [...]
What they say