MONOLOGUE OF HEART #poetry

It pumps blood,It pumps feelings,It is an orchard full of love;But it doesn’t express.It feels pain,It feels love,It blooms emotions;But it buries this stuffs.It comprehends others,It understands other souls,It is ironical to brain;But it feels truth.In it’s every lub dub,Flows millions of emotions.Caged between lungs and ribs,But it is a free spirit.It sanks,It flies,It’s everything;It’s heart. © VishalDutia 2021 Continue reading MONOLOGUE OF HEART #poetry

Its all over #Poetry

Heaven fell from the tired sky Angels found bars and delighted in warm whiskey dreams…  Dancing sugarcane symphony  I crossed the street and met myself in yesterday’s clothes… Empty box of cigarettes  looking so lonely on summer hot cement. A dirty page can tell a clean story  A clean page can say nothing at you… I’ve seen your preach pigeon feed how they dance blindly … Continue reading Its all over #Poetry

Trigonometry

Your love is algebraI can’t find the formulaIf I could find the right calculator,I could define your euphoria. Your love is geometryI can’t find the anglesIf I could prove your theories,It wouldn’t be a shambles. Your love is trigonometryI can’t figure it outIf I spent an entire notebook, perhapsI’d still have doubts. Your love is a mysteryJust as the greatest mathAlthough worth much,Seems irrelevant to … Continue reading Trigonometry

The Vow

For all of those days when I felt empty inside.I often blamed myself for something I can’t control.I hate the scars from my past.I hate the flaws that already there since the day I was born.I hate my imperfections for I know I always less than anyone. Then, you came.Break into walls that I’ve built.Saved me from my darkest thoughts.Treated me like I wasn’t damaged … Continue reading The Vow

Farmer (Thank him once)

With axe and sickle in his handHe serves the best way he canHeavily burdened with debtsHardly anything to look forwardOut of hunger he himself growlStill never fails to fill our food bowlMourn continues, No solution in sightUntil another one commits suicide Sitting in comforts, not realising even onceWhy can’t we, be a help even an ounce?We are fortunate enough to add them a mirthA morsel … Continue reading Farmer (Thank him once)

Intimate

My finger tips pour into the indents of your ribcage as I hold you tight ear to chest,Your heartbeat pounding against my eardrum like the sea spilling from a conch.Lacing fingers plucking at your skin like a harp.We share the same air in this tight pocket of intimacy.Your lungs expand as mine contract, a silent exchange.You fill my chest with thorns it hurts to breathe, … Continue reading Intimate

Emotional Health

I’m feeling overwhelmed, unsatisfied, why?I’m happy, in love, why?I hate my job, why?I love my career, why?I read, I write, why?I smash things, I cry, why?I’m so unsure, why?I’m so sure, why?Pain, so painful, why?Happiness, so happy, why?I’m angry, frustrated, it’s all frustrating, why?Emotionally unstable, physically bound, mentally free and spiritually alive, I’m living and I don’t care why. Continue reading Emotional Health

The Queen

The queen is alwaysvery busybreedingand seldom takes arest from herseeding If she didn’t keepproducing morebeesthere would be fewto pollinate thetrees Her tireless efforts arerarely if ever given athoughtyet without her fecundityno honey could bebought   We human beings shouldoffer our praise to thequeenas she’s never ceases her workon the propagationscene Continue reading The Queen

I Think of Thoughts

I think of thoughtsThat take me placesFind new friendsMeet old faces I think of storiesThat make me forgetThe hurt and painBut mostly regrets. I think of timesWhen life was smooth sailingAlways a light aheadNot tunnels darkening This wanderlustThis need for a changeThese old town peopleWill always stay the same. All these thoughts of mineAre fleeting flights of fantasyWhere I’m not saying goodbyesJust making new memories. Continue reading I Think of Thoughts