Softly but gently surges my mind,

Into the un-riddled world of emotion;

Sets me gracefully with uncontrollable notion,

Afar, it drifts to my dreamy land of ecstasy!


Infancy made me quite sober and mild; though

I got groomed by, the compassionate hands of care!

Childhood swung me into the enviable wheel of motion,

And I could toddle around within my physical boundaries.


Boyhood gave me the unfurling freedom of thoughts,

But couldn’t ponder and fly into my infinite world of dreams;

Manhood provided me the wings of liberty that I could stretch; but

I just flew away breaking all moral shackles to reach unseen lands.


What I couldn’t experience in childhood and boyhood,

As a grown up man, I came to be aware of; but got spilled over.

A heavily laden life-package with quite a few likes but with too many dislikes;

What unfolds and emerges in mind after all this is; life’s last riddle of life after death

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We are born without our knowledge and the different stages of life make us do different things, knowingly or unknowingly (Birth, infancy, childhood, boyhood, manhood, dreams, likes, dislikes, mistakes etc.) and what worries man at the end is the the worry of life after death.


You Asked Me


Now I was asked to write a poem
That is one about me
Very simply about who I am
The things I like to do
But I told her that I don’t
Rightly believe I can
Who am I?
That is a deep question
Which I will shallowly answer
I first and foremost,
Enjoy writing poetry
Just like this one
And I have never given
A second poem the same
Title as a fist poem
They are all different
Just like people
Other than that, I like music
Mostly rock and country
But I will listen to the others
If they have good beat and rhythm
And I can understand them
I have always been one to say
Fuck everyone else’s opinions
What they think doesn’t really
Bother me too much
But I always have been one
Who loves way too much
That is why most of my
Poetry tends to be about that
I have never been one to
Make friends with females
But you have done it
You have a friend in me
And that is all I can say
Perhaps later I will think
Of something else
And quite possibly,
I will write a poem about it
But until then, I bid you adieu

Written on
October 20, 2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was a poem written to Vixen. She had said that I should write more about myself. Well this one is a response to that. See my poems are never about me, not entirely. That would cause me to have a bloated head. :P Just like this one, I have to have a reason to write. This one was about who I am, in a nutshell.