English Poetry

A collection of poems penned by Sudhām on a range of topics.

  • English Poetry

    The Value of One

    Someone very dear became a statistic
    For the world a number got added to a count
    What the number had added to our lives
    Could never possibly be expressed and quantified
    The value of one is just so misrepresented
    Never fully understood till a life has ended
    What has perhaps been unleashed upon humanity
    Is an irrefutable, irreparable, surely irreverent curse
    One where a loved one who’s sick cannot be tended to
    Left with a gut wrenching feeling of sheer helplessness
    No conversations, no get well soon s, no visiting hours
    No pallbearers, no reassuring hugs, no shoulder to cry on
    The wise shall always say that this too shall pass
    Nothing good nor for that matter anything bad ever lasts
    Wisdom of the world sadly doesn’t help fill the void
    There’s a vacuum sans emotions, no release, no closure
    A father, a husband, a brother, a friend to some is gone forever
    Those who are left behind living, live on knowing the infinite value of one

  • English Poetry

    We (I) Owe You

    Could have said these words any other day
     Not for tokenism but now is better than never they say
     So here’s to the women in our life
     To our mothers, teachers, friends, daughters and wife
     For all the times you were taken for granted
     For not always knowing what you wanted
     For the love you’ve unconditionally showered 
     For all those tough times you were brave and someone was the coward
     A simple thank you cannot repay
     For holding up our world yesterday tomorrow and today
  • English Poetry

    A River Called Hope

    There’s a river that flows eternal its called Hope
     From the zenith of optimism and down its mountainous slopes
     It runs the deepest along the valley of despair
     The currents dismissing obstacles like it just didn’t care
     Ever accommodating in its spirit
     It carries within it
     Streams of negativity, even the past
     Meandering along teaching you nothing lasts
     To opulence from penury
     To contentment through misery
     There’s a panacea for problems one can’t cope
     It’s a river that flows eternal and it’s called Hope
  • English Poetry

    Older

    We are growing older
     All the mountains we climbed
     We could because for every difficult wheel
     I always had your shoulder
     We were not even meant to be
     Or so we thought
     Keeping each other company
     Good friends it was...weren't we?
     We've come a real long way
     Blessed with beautiful angels
     Who warm our hearts
     Filling them with joy every single day
     We are growing older
     So much yet to experience and explore
     So here's to us keeping the flame alive
     Burn bright and before we go out we smoulder
  • English Poetry

    Remember

    Remember the time when we were WE
     Remember when would be together and could just BE
     Times when doing nothing together meant EVERYTHING
     Times when arguing was just a way of TALKING
     Remember saying what we meant and meaning what we SAID
     Remember never wishing for a lifetime but always FOREVER
     Times when making out meant way more than LOVEMAKING
     Times when we gave it all but nothing was really worth TAKING
     Remember when we could hear every thought without SAYING
     Remember feeling the pain without anyone HURTING
     Times of living in the moment and every moment worth a MEMORY
     Times of breathing easy around each other and making it easy to BREATHE
     Wonder why life feels like all of it was a LIFETIME AGO
     Wonder what came over us where did all the time GO
     Time perhaps to count our blessings and making the blessing COUNT
     Time to stop changing what we had and remembering to make that CHANGE
  • English Poetry

    Past Continuous

    It’s September again
     The great healer has ground on
     It’s passage though hasn’t erased pain
     Life meanwhile has been persistent and gone on
     But thoughts and questions they never cease
     The why and what if keep meshing new tales
     Indulging the heart, dancing the tease
     Memories coming to life in great detail
     Some things perhaps are just too good to be
     Breezy lives that leave happiness for your lifetime to last
     Angels passing by, meant for another world maybe
     Our present and future unfolding from their continuing past
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    The One

    Life oh life!
     Mysterious are it’s ways
     How and when
     Who knows and who can say
     It doesn’t matter
     How brilliantly the light shines
     Is and was
     Separated by a moment, literally a matter of time
     If only, only if
     There just could be a last summer of song
     Chances passed around
     To maybe correct things, all that went wrong
     Oh! Cruel tide
     It favours not and it waits for none
     This much is certain
     Everyone is in the queue, just unaware about the (next) one
  • English Poetry

    Give Change a Chance

    The first drops of rain
     May never assure a season of plenty
     Scant as they maybe 
     They most always give new life a chance
     Who ever knew what a new day can bring
     
     Strange how hope transcends
     The inevitability of the darkness to follow
     
     Why then do we dread
     That which we do not know
     Who knows an honest attempt
     May ring flowery promises hollow
     
     Hit a fresh note, strike a different key
     Swing to the rhythm of a brand new beat
     Even two steps forward and one step back
     When taken together can form a dance
     
    Go on give change a chance!
  • English Poetry

    Just Another Headline

    Incessant blabber, opinions dime a dozen
     Millions more watch glued to the tube
     Ah yes the new age makes it interactive
     They say revolutions have taken shape through the networks
     
     It ain't gonna change one says in his Saturday night stupor
     We must do something says another
     The others nod and quickly get back to their tipples
     Well destinies of nations have been decided in elite drawing rooms
     
     The show is over, so is the party
     Each gets back to his life
     Resilience they say, but we all know its not
     The reality speaks through the lives of the millions
     
    Someday its going to prick
     Someday I will stand up for something
     Someday will see the awakening of the collective conscience
     Someday, yes someday, I tell myself
     
     She gets up goes to work
     Her reality has not changed
     Oh yes, there are a million people talking about it
     Talking about a revolution
     
     Its a new day
     Talk was cheap and memories short
     Alone in her battle, she marches on
     Fighting everyday not to become
     Just another headline
  • English Poetry

    Halcyon Days

    Float back to the days...
    
    Where the days were long and the nights were longer
    Times when we were young and the nights were younger
     
    To the days where our thoughts were free
     Times when the breeze was cool and so were we!
     
    Bottles emptied through the night
     A minor argument, a big fight
     
    Things that went wrong and those that went right
     Endless movies and highway rides
    
     Guys who spent hours in front of the mirror admiring their looks
     Guys who slept through the night while others sat with their books
     
    Guys who topped, yet others who flopped
     It all comes back when you walk down that lane
    
     A drink in your hand without bothering who pays
     Beautiful memories……..those Halcyon Days