I v/s The Portrayed Me

Tied up professional, a nicely stitched Suit and well polished Shoes

Slow dead ring tone, over phone, Dead emotions for my darling Sue

The fake deadlines, and excel, self programmed, tabulated to time.

Tired of impressing this unseen society, living the portrayed image of mine,

I compromised with my thousands wishes, just to live by what is supposed of me,

This is perfection, with which it kills me, the crawling rules, and the society plea.

One day I will walk the longest road and climb the tallest tree.

One day I will track the mountains and swim the deepest sea.

I will go the limits that this society created and I will see,

What if I decide to break rules, what if I go, don’t adapt it?

Heard it again and again, the society won’t accept it,

So I will see it one day, what is it that society decides.

I have seen graces; I have seen the evils and Gods,

All I have never seen is the society which created both.

Whom will I fight, the Society or Portrayed “ME”

Both affect my thoughts, like they rule,

All this is because; this is what they teach in school,

A well mannered Gentleman in a Perfect society,

Only problem is they both are up in havens, with the mighty

I am not a gentleman; I am not schooled well,

To behave like one, who lives in society shell?

In autumn, the animals change their skins,

They become different from there Portrayed akin,

Summer probably saw them die, in winter, they come alive,

This is a start of a new me, a promise to see,

What is truly lay, across the longest road, up above the tall trees,

What if I tracked all the mountains, what if I swum the deepest seas,

What if I am not a gentleman, I am the usual stud,

What if I am an evil, suited nicely, and shoe with mud.

All I will be, will be me, and society will see,

And see the people, which used to haunt me.

And taunt, of staying in limits and giving me grin,

The Society, which never existed, will change skin.

I will change to “I” and not the portrayed “ME”

Sea to Cross.. (my tribute to friends)

young boy , sea , sand

Far ahead, where i can see

It ate the sun, so vast is “SEA”

I have a  “prone to sunk” broken boat,

Accompanying  my wayward thoughts.

These marks i have left on the sand

soon they will dis appear

so will be the anxiety, and my fear.

i have a sea to cross..

but let me feel my feet first

it would be dark, till i reach,

because i have whales to face

and i have waves to breach,

the sand is dusty, path is rusty

but i am born to win..

i have a sea to swim..

Revealing me… (Conversations)

poetjena says:
so much to love about this poem,… mmm… where to begin?

Just for a moment I stopped
for a short spell,
at “metro fantasies”
wondering what stories
they might have to tell,
But then I went back to that old, “scar”
which I couldn’t leave alone,
like that wobbly kid’s tooth
of that man now grown,
showing me who you are.

  • I am trying to unveil, Still unsure

    Who i am? What my purpose are?
    Failed attempts, at trying to cure,
    My faded, yet beautiful little scar.
    Stories at metro were always spark,
    Only issue is, i am afraid of dark.
    I am moving places, yet un-moved
    So many thoughts, no place to park.

    Seeds have now grown, to cereals,
    You see me through, and it feels nice
    kids have grown much before age
    Farmers will now harvest the rice
    Broken tooth were all better,
    All we face now are broken heart,
    Its a piece from Metro Fantasies
    rest will come, in some other part.

    till then
    cheeriossss…. :)