I think it rhymes..

This one also I found while flipping through my book. It's not one of my best and I'm only putting it up coz I think it rhymes a little..

I'm an outcast
Not here nor there
Lost in the crowd
But still alone.
It seems as if
My presence
Is unnecessary
Just a waste of space.
It seems as if my absence
Would ruffle no feathers
Cause no pain
Disrupt no conversations
Life would go on
As if no one had come
And no one had gone..

Memories..

I wrote this poem quite a long time back and just found it as i was going through my books..

My sad memories
Stand out in stark contrast
To the mosaic of my life
Coloured in blacks and greys
They clash with
The happy oranges
Reds, yellows, greens, blues.
I flip through all of them
At will
Like the pages of
A much-thumbed book.
I see each of them like a film in my head.
Sometimes they are black and white
Mostly they are colour.
As the film plays,
As the pages turn,
As I relive those memories,
I wonder how many more
Are to come.
For life is short
And can be snatched away,
In the blink of an eye,
One-tenths of a second.

ummmm... :|

When you find someone who is completely in tune with you; someone who runs on the same wavelength as you do; who understands you better than you understand yourself; someone who doesn't care how you look or dress or smell; someone who loves you in spite of your quirks or rather because of them; someone whom you can call at 2 in the morning if you can't sleep; someone who knows when you are lying; someone who gives you a hug even when you don't ask for one; a person with whom you can talk without thinking twice about it; with whom you never need to worry about being "politically correct"; someone who won't think twice about bailing you out if you get into trouble; you have got to hold on and never let go.. Hold on so tight that nothing will be able to tear you apart. It is so difficult to find someone so important that when you are lucky enough to have this person in your life, you have got to work never to lose it.. Hold on so hard that any storm, any hurricane won't be able to break the precious bond you share. This could be anyone you know, maybe someone you wouldn't expect... It doesn't matter.. What matters is that you have him/her in your life.

just some thoughts..

I was just thinking and came up with this..

Human genius, human emotions and human stupidity are infinite, it is said. But will there come a time in the lifetime of this planet when all the tunes that can be played will be played; when there will be no more tunes to play; when all the possible combinations of all the notes will be found...? Will there ever come a time when everything that can ever be written will be written; when there will be nothing more left to express, nothing more left to be conveyed through words on paper; when there will be no more ideas for books or stories or poems..? Is it possible that maybe one day, there will be no emotions left to feel; no pain, no sorrow, no happiness? Will there come a day when originality and creativity will fade away like old memories or colours on a canvas? Will there come a time when everything will come to an intellectual standstill, when there will be no flow of ideas because it has all been said and done before? Is genius really infinite or for that matter, is anything infinite? Life, love, friendship, happiness, the universe even?

My latest poem..

I wrote this poem last night. Apparently my poetry comes out at night :D It's a lot of incoherent mumbo jumbo nonsense... I'm undecided as to whether I like it or not. I like a line or two but....

My mind is a maze
Only I hold
The key to its door.
Enter at your own risk.
The walls I build
Only I have the power
To destroy.
Those who manage
To tear down my walls,
Leave an indelible mark
On who I am,
And make me build
Stronger defenses
Higher walls..

I fear to open
The trapdoor to my memories
Long suppressed fears
Hidden doubts
Buried weaknesses,
Stowed away
Longing to break free
To consume and vanquish
Like a wild forest fire
Every question
Fuel to feed the growing flame.

People don't see
The battles I fight within my mind
Fires that rage within my soul
Covered beneath a mask of gaiety and joy..

My will power
My humanity
Stands
A lone flickering candle
Ready to go out
With a tiny gust of wind.

My smile hides the
Pain and fear within
The crumbling sadness
The overpowering loneliness..

The fire continues to rage
Consuming all it sees,
I can feel it eating away
At my consciousness
I know people can't see the flame smoldering in my eyes
I fear the day
When it will win the battle
and defeat
The core I fight to save.

HAve a seat upon a cloud..

This is a poem I read in Chicken Soup for the teenage soul 3.. I thought I should share it..

HAVE A SEAT UPON A CLOUD
Have a seat upon a cloud and make yourself at home
You are now inside my dreams, inside a book, inside a poem.

Where anything can happen if you only make it real
Plunge into my waters if you're not afraid to feel.

Take off your shoes and close your eyes, relax upon my sand
Join me in my land of dreams, reach out and take my hand.

Let me share my dreams with you until you find your own
I'll take you there if you'll believe, take mine out on loan.

Where birds are words so gracefully they glide across the sky
Leave behind your worries, here the rules do not apply.

Pick my flowers if you like and plant a seed or two
Paint the sky in polka dots if you do not like it blue.

Climb my trees, face your fears; erase them one by one
See the world from up above and don't stop at the sun.

When the world starts raining down and the sun is out of sight
Let your dreams control your mind and help you through the night.

There's a place inside my dreams for all who care to roam
So have a seat upon a cloud and make yourself at home.
Danielle Rosenblatt

my latest attempt

I wrote this poem last night. Its one of my worst worst attempts... Proceed at your own risk.. You have been warned..

I am standing at a crossroads
Looking at everyone
Around me.
Left behind as the crowd
Surges forward.
I gaze with forlorn longing
At the determined
Focused faces,
Minds with paths charted out,
Feet leading them firmly
Down their destined roads.
And I look at myself,
Confused
Directionless
Lost
Wondering if there ever will be a way
My own road to take.
I hate this feeling of
Helplessness
Disillusionment.
I don't want a mirror anymore
To show me my faults,
My failures,
My shortcomings.
What i need,
is a guiding hand
A force, a greater being
To show me the way
Give me a hint
Light up a path..

I look at the others
And feel small, worthless
Insignificant.
I wonder if I will ever
Leave a mark on anyone, anything.
And I ask again,
Yet again,
If I have a purpose,
A reason for being..

Now if you dont like it join the club, I dont like it either.