Relative Time

When life is burgeoning,
World feels like spring
Moments freeze into memories sweet.

When the heart gets broken
Engulfed by loneliness,
Seconds crawl at snail’s pace.

In triumph and success
When the world lauds,
Time stands still in breathless awe.

When dreams shatter
Crumbles into despair,
Listless days stretch into timeless void.

Clocks tick with mathematical precision
Life’s itself is relative time.

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Modern Poetry

Clipped phrases strung together –
Butchered images styled to look like a collage

Smattering of impressive words throughout –
Thanks to the thesaurus

Disparate attempts to emulate
Great thinkers and poets

It seems so lofty,
So intellectually superior

What it really is –
A sad imitation of a great art,
Art by an untalented artist

Incomplete thought fragments
Strung together unimaginatively
With neither heart nor mind

This is the make-up of modern poetry –
Muddled, borrowed creativity.

Queen Of Tragedies

I am the Queen of Tragedies,
Henceforth I declare:

I have been wronged at every turn in my life
Yet, I never rendered any harm to a single soul.
I am incapable of sins and wrongs
Anyone who thinks otherwise is a sinner.

I shall judge the world around me,
Punish anyone who disagrees with me,
Absolve them —
When,
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I Am Me

I am born –
Into a certain genetic combination;
Into a certain social, cultural economic fabric –
That is not me.

I am trained, I am conditioned –
That is not me.

I am me,
Because –
I dream, I hope, I think,
I journey through life discovering myself,
Once found, I aspire perfection.

Then when I peer into myself;

I see the world just the way it is
And all the beauty it contains,

I am free from all the ties that bind
I bind myself to the world around me,
I revel in these ties that bind.

I see the barriers in my head dissolve
I see humanity and marvel at it,
I revel in being human.