A poem:Sleep, never to wakeIn a night devoid of moon,Endless stretch of black,And timeless, tenebrous gloom...Sleep, never to wakeImmured in this wicked world,Where corruptions reigns,And malign malefice unfurls.Sleep, never to wakeSuffering in solitude,Pulverized by pain,With nobody by your side...Sleep, never to wakeTo live a life you regret,I hope, at long lastYour agony, you forget. -The …
Author: Veera
A seventeen year old writer, hooper, amateur poet, biology enthusiast and a diehard cricket fan
The Leaves are Withering
A poem:The leaves are withering,They look pale and brown,They lie lifeless figures,Scattered, at sundown.Their branches quietly mournThe loss of their children,Desolate pieces of woodOld and abandoned.The trees seem quite strange,By day, they appear listless,But come dusk, become frightened,Fearing the darkness.The forests may seem green,For in silence, they lose life,Their littered paths bespeakThe feared advance of …
The Deal
A set of tankas(and reverse tankas)There once lived a man,The king of shadows,Armed with the powerTo manipulate darknessAnd channel its ghastly gloom.It flowed within himLike blood, a terrible forceThat consumed his soul,Yet never controlled his mindNor influenced his actions.Although he survivedIn comical poverty,He desired not onceA life of great luxury,Chose one of simplicity.Chose to live …
Special September?I Think Not
My next haibun:Okay I'll be completely honest with y'all- there hasn't been a single September in my life, that I can recall brought with it something special, something that'd make me happy or excited. Nah, I think this month was either ordinary or a tad gloomy( when it rained unexpectedly), and has been so as …
Time is Too Little
A poem:The sun's going down,I look at my desk-Of books and papers,A mountain of mess.There's homework to do-I let out a sigh,There's too much that needs doin'Too little to brush aside...I can hear the boys outsideDribbling the basketball,Only half an hour to goBefore I answer their call...I write a couple pagesBefore realizing, alarmedA test I'll …
The Tea Vendor
A poem:Of all the musiciansI've had the great pleasureOf listening to, none outclassTaj, the tea vendor.At the crack of dawn echoIn his shop, by the roadsideMelodies of magic harkedBy wanderers walkin' by.Some tunes kindle joy,Some kindle deep sorrow,Some conjure cosmic calm,Forgotten songs , come 'morrow.Some ignite great regretFor deeds of the past;On the tea vendor's …
Searching for a Glimmer
A poem:I'm a' wandering aimlesslyIn an endless stretch of sorrow,Lost in the tenebrous dark,Worn down by unbearable woe,Searching for a glimmer,Having lost the light,All hope of joy wanedIn the moonless night.I'm a wandering aimlessly,Having surrendered my heartTo your eager arms, thinkingTill death we wouldn't part.Now I roam, blinded by rueOf embracing what I thoughtWas a …
Raining Cats and Dogs
After a long time, a poem:It's raining cats and dogs, The heavens appear angry, The clouds weep tears in torrents, Sullen and gloomy. It's raining cats and dogs, The skies appear grim, Their relentless bombardments Complemented by whooshing winds. It's raining cats and dogs, The thunder's majestic roar, The lightning's scintillating flash Seem to last …
The Big Leagues
A poem (my first since ages):Dreaming night after nightOf reaching the big leagues,Breathing every moment, the willTo see that wish fulfilled..Every mile I ran,Every basket I scoredWas fueled by the desireTo become much moreThan a guy dunking and dribbling And sharpshooting from far,Launching fadeaways, alley-oopingJust to be seen a big star.Now, as I lie in …
Remembrances
My first set of emmetts:I recall memories of old,Recall remembrances randomMemories forced into martyrdom*Of harrow, now unfoldOld echoes bygone now loom.I recall memories of old,Recall deeds that perforce regret,Memories I'll always dread,Of emotions stone cold,Old sins I'd like to forget.I recall memories of old,Recall bittersweet moments,Memories long forgottenOf joy and sorrow untold,Old and older, as …
The Forgers of Fantasy 