The Flower Vase

The Flower Vase

A flower vase stood firm on the table, in the middle of the room,
Freshly scented roses, occupied the nest, during the prime of their bloom,
I viewed the flaunting petals with bliss, a delicacy that makes me swoon,
Slow and fierce, the flowers die and soon, long gone.

The empty vase still stood firm and I was jealous,
Robust before the tender shunned flowers; she was zealous,
Beauty, weary and worn out, though the clay-woven shell reaped hope,
Handpicked lilies, ripe and nice, later, fill the barren well, for its emptiness to cope.

I saw something special; something I’ve never seen before,
An understanding for life, from a simple flower vase,
The world we live in, sturdy and bold, unyielding to any,
The love fluffed in, timid and graceful, beautifying the lives of many.

But, she withers out, she withers out faster, before the well-built earthen pot,
A millennium of lovers coming by, patronising love and fading, one among the lot,
I could accuse life for love’s unfair loss over this bout,
But then I think, but then I think,
How beautiful shall be a flower vase, without the kiss of flowers in it?

– Shane
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Desperate for love

Desperate for love

He has been trembling recently, his senses beyond reach,
The loud laudable lad prefers loneliness now, his angels and demons begin to preach,
He has been losing his self, his sanity at a breach,
Blood-drained and soul-sucked, he lies writhing, victimised by his mental leech.

The sound of a cannon whirring into the ears, with her voice lisping; he has been consumed,
He hears only noises of people speaking to him; for his thoughts are biased,
He suddenly notices dragonflies swarming ahead of him, getting out of his stupors; while they were there the
whole time,
He slowly steeps downhill, and he shan’t ever rise up again, every time he perceives her mellow chime.

A striking shrill into the spine or the pain of a sweet death; how do I say it?
Her lips curve from afar and his face is already fully lit,
He could be suicidal for her love; be a psychopath to have her; that love unto him, she has knit,
The world around, judges him in a devouring silence, fearing and pitying his grit.

His eyes flooded and moist; he holds back words to stop from crying out aloud,
His throat runs dry and wry; the pressure and pain, too much to hold,
Coyly, he is harmless and petite, before the likes of the other
couples in the room,
For each of their love suffer faults, but not his; he is desperate for love,
The kind of love that upholds love’s divinity, over dignity, over pride and over life.

– Shane
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Flags high

Flags high

The shelves of a barrier separate the column,
Life or death now or then, but is solemn,
A battlefield known of dread and blood,
The devotion, these men lead, would those triggers heed?
Chanting by the fire, the other night, we rejoiced,
An unsightly pile of flesh and bones, is all that remained.

Brothers at arms, rest with valour in their palms,
Holding a look so stern, a soaring eagle shall humble,
I salute, the fallen heroes, for their repute,
A sense of sacrifice, that no deed can suffice,
A thought poises a silence, amongst bereaving grave noises,
As a subtle peace I gaze, in their dead war sunken faces.

Lost soldiers and lost brothers, but the sun sets,
A family that awaits us, below another twilight,
We lie dreaming, somewhere beneath the same sky,
Photographs and old memories, to live by.
The morning light awakens, the call for duty,
With immense pride, my nation, I shoulder again,
I march, alongside comrades, crooning the same vision,
Shall I return home, or shall I die,
Shall I be victorious, or be a relic,
But,
If I’m gone,
Mother! tell them, I held your flag high,
The moment I fell.

– Shane
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Video adaptation of the poem – https://youtu.be/cu2VI9KFEt0

Scrolls of despair

Scrolls of despair


You seek the beauty of pearls and diamonds,
When all you have is a smile to wear,
Now, with diamonds around your sleeve armouring your
pride,
You envy the happy people in their shabby attire.


You see pale faces meet after a deep slumber,
Laying beside, they exchange tales of honour and valour,
The giant crooked clock had to twirl so fast,
Sunsets later, the sand bed lays empty,
They were friends that fell for the test of time.


Feeble hopes bloom in your mind amidst clouds of desperation,
Pursuing a love that knows no wits,
You hold hands and promise eternity,
As your spirits find their dwelling wish,
You set the very love in flames of anguish.A void life held by infinite desires of curious eyes,
You seek riches, until you’re rich,
You worship friendship, until you make a pal,
You crave for love, until you’re loved,
Finally banishing the gifts, that you once longed for,
You chisel unsatisfied for more, as your blessings rot like spoils of war.


You silly being!
Remember,
The moment, death kisses your soul,
Breathing heavily, while you reminisce your lost dreams,
Life is all that you will desire.

– Shane
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A Pigeon’s letter

A Pigeon’s letter

They greet with a smile that ceased, shovelling a million words,
He glanced as her ponytailed hair, juggled with the breeze,
She adored the way his eyes, rioted to the sound of her voice,
He was a wallflower and she, a lullaby lover.

They sat on the park bench, holding hands, beside a meadow,
The birds watched, as they settled for an unusual calm,
The trees swayed, gently, caressing to the mood of the wind,
He held back his soul’s cry to see her laugh,
Giggling at his sweet charm, she was blushing at her secret love.

The place was lit, shining like a heavenly abode,
They bid farewell with a smile that ceased, shovelling a million words,
My pigeons grew silent, hypnotised by love’s overwhelming presence,
The trees felt love that day, but not them,
For they always looked into each other’s eyes,
But never beneath their guise.

– Shane
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Video adaptation for the poem – https://youtu.be/g3B9p3aF-7U

A friendship in a million years

A friendship in a million years

Do you remember?
There were people all over the place,
But we had that one real bond,
Miles apart for a while now,
Pal, you were my shoulder of strength.

Do you remember?
The last night riding along that road,
You scorned me for my innocence,
But it never made sense then,
Pal, you are the brother I never had.

We’ve seen our spirits lurking within,
Blood surging through my veins,
Brother, you’ve seen me bleed,
As the rest believed in my smile.

Time has its way of sucking out bonds,
The cry of those little puppies,
Wailing loud across the street,
To grieve their dead mother,
But we’ll let time feel it is in vain.

Walking down the aisle,
People shall hug me with grudges,
Some arms would entwine me,
But only to smother me later.

Lately I’ve been searching for pieces of you,
Beneath the people I meet,
But you aren’t smirking at my scars,
You shan’t let the rain drown me,
You shall despise all odds,
Maybe there’s nothing like us.

If fate has to put the world against you,
I shall fight beside you,
Because,
Pal, I’ve realised,
Even if I lived a million years,
I shall never find a friend like you.

– Shane
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Video adaptation of the poem – https://youtu.be/tL_7EjDj-G0

Heart on Fire

Heart on Fire

Heart on Fire

Night lights fight his eyes,
Maybe he should’ve thought twice,
Though he couldn’t perish,
The love, he most cherished.

As he looked up,
All he saw was a piece of art,
She had those mystical eyes, point arrows to his heart,
She was his winter haze on a sunny day.

She had this smile,
That had chills running down his spine,
The world had a girl, just fine,
He had his angel, raring to fly.

Spellbound to her soul,
Drunk in her immaculate words,
He was lost in paradise,
She was everything he saw,
Humbled, like a seagull’s desperate caw,
The music, gently, fading sour,
Maybe she wasn’t his angel dressed in white.

The nightmare woke me up, whining under my roof,
A fairytale in the ruins,
But would I ever forget the look on your face?
Tears began to clog; my heart ached,
I shall write ‘the girl that set my heart on fire’,
A tear rolled down my cheek,
And withered the flames with itself,
But, maybe she’ll always burn deep within.

– Shane
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Video adaptation of the poem – https://youtu.be/nLk8XQrWvzIhttps://youtu.be/nLk8XQrWvzI

MIRAGES

Our swords gazing,
At the sun so blazing,
Oh my friend, the day has finally come.
Our eyes gorged with passion,
For we shared the same dream,
Oh my friend, our pain wasn’t in vain.
Glancing at the enemy horde, pumping fists,
All of a sudden, all my might burned out of sight,
As your steel pierced through my ribs.
Stumbling and gasping, I fell on cold arms,
Startled by the stare of your wicked eyes,
Glimpses of the past made me sober,
Oh my friend, betrayal let me waver.


Glancing at the enemy horde, pumping fists,
All of a sudden, all my might burned out of sight,
As your steel pierced through my ribs.
Stumbling and gasping, I fell on cold arms,
Startled by the stare of your wicked eyes,
Glimpses of the past made me sober,
Oh my friend, betrayal let me waver.

Heart beats though my soul turned numb,
By all that mattered and our bonds in tatters,
Been dead a while with my last words held hostage,
“Oh my beloved friend, all my life had been a mirage”.

– Shane
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Video adaptation of the poem – https://youtu.be/k3E-H6ZLpbchttps://youtu.be/k3E-H6ZLpbc

On a sad note…

On a sad note…

Glitches Stitches Witches,
He was left alone, so ruthless,
The night grew colder,
As all his might turned tender.


The sound of them water ripples,
Trebled with his heartbeats,
Withered by the sad note in his soul,
That shook him whole.


He looked, as the sky was growling,
With the twinkling lights frowning,
Then he saw the moon,
Scarred, as she glowed,
He was still sad,
But a hopeful kind of sad.

– Shane
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Angel of my dreams

Angel of my dreams

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
Big black eyes mimicking nature as it sees,
Chins and cheeks, skiing upheld and upright,
Like a voyager gleams to the paddle of the tide.

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
A notion of love, that stays in a child’s heart, whilst the cruel world,
Playful and reckless, like scattering clouds, whilst time’s wrathful deceit,
Like soft winter-laden ice crystals, with charm, even noble sprinkle of fall can’t stupor, a face,
That chuckle merrily, under my shoulders, whilst terror and desolation.

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
Like a royal horse that treads charismatic, with decent steps, sturdy and blissful
Snout, boasting a little curve and red lips, ripened with values to behold,
Soulful, a voice, that shall preach cuckoos to hum harmonious,
White frock, full and spread, and braided long hair, romancing the bosom of hers.

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
A hummingbird, as light to flee, into the harmless wind, like cotton,
A dignified lady, deepened with much integrity and purity to instigate,
As exquisite, that wonders would gaze in wonder and, proud stars shall envy.

The canvas I pictured, flaunts dreamily with everything, but life,
She is cute, an illusional beauty, the soul imprints, through the robust eyes of mine,
I see her sing, dance and love, but realise it’s all a lie,
She doesn’t exist, I feel panting, or maybe,
But maybe, she does and I’ll narrate someday,
These dreams I had of an angel, glancing into a pair of big black eyes.

Angel of my dreams,
– Shane
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