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