Pumpkin on my head

I dont carry

A pumpkin on my head

In case

I am hungry

Useless

Is there a thought

Without contents

Or is this poem

Useless?

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Saurav Keyal

A label to my soul

Is as big a lie

As this thought

Without a name

Or associations

I was born

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My only universe

Something is alive again

Inside my head

And itz not the fear

That follows

I observe

As the movement exhausts

Till these thoughts are

My only universe

My geometric mean

I flew for the sun
With wings on flames
Whats with the fire
Inside my brians?

Like the dead bird's opinion
Of the sky
I look, I search
For a geometric mean

Maru rock

The new age music
Of maru rock
A conspiracy against
Our planet's evolutionary destiny

My cycle

I am tired
Of the journey
Now I want to sell
All my cycles

The last words

The last words
Have not been spoken
So we can never be
Too sure

Self realisation and a map

I look at a map
Form a circular loop
It sucks me in
Returning to the top of my head

A partial realisation
Of my existence
Or something similar
I experience

Blunt pencil

The pencil I write with
Is blunt
"I chisle and chop
And the lead is broken"

Each star

How can we
Justify ourselves
When each star
Deserves a poem

Plastic train

I laid down
The circular tracks
A train with
The plastic engine

Closer to the stars
More than ever
I wish it could
Entertain forever

Make it stop!

My thoughts
Make it stop
Can I for once
Not think?

Where were you?

Where were you
In the summer nights
When the stars waited
To be gazed at

The times
We could have spent
Is lost forever
In the twinkling night sky

An empty song

I could not go far
With the constrain of time
A guitar
And an empty song

Laugh at the dead clown

Laugh at
The dead clown
Most probably
Its an act

For with a red nose
On his face
He shall never be
Alone again

Laugh at
The dead clown
Most probably
Its an act

In the light of
Our perfect universe
Was his giant feet
With unmatched shoes

Laugh at
The dead clown
Most probably
Its an act

In comparison to
Our eternal quest
His unusual words
Searched for humour

Laugh at
The dead clown
Most probably
Its an act

But a quest into
His ugly face
And make-up smile
Is long due

Over blinked

I wear
An ugly eye
Over blinked
Trampled by those who know

Inverted shadow

Like an inverted shadow
Of my thoughts

It stood alone
For unknown seasons
With only ripples
To distinguish itself

Like an inverted shadow
Of my thoughts

The story told
Was familiar
Cause inside my head
I am all alone

Like an inverted shadow
Of my thoughts

The stagnant boat
Was on the flowing water
But to me it was
Inverted

A petal plucked

A petal plucked
And trampled
Would make other flowers
More beautiful

A drop of tear
Down the cheeks
Can make the rain
An experience

A dead seagull
By the sea
Often become words
For a poet

The shining star

I took home a star
And it said to me
"Bring back memories
When you are done"

Before an answer
I looked back
I had nothing but
The shining star

A new friend

The unending ocean
And my secluded mind
Have both met
A friend today

Sound of waves

How did I forget
Of the seas
Wasn't this what
I always lived for

Take me in your arms
And I shall sing a song
With sound of waves
I am already forgiven

Its not me

Its not me
But my unconscious being
Of accustomed activities
And presence

Its not me
But my thirst
At the shore
Of saturated waves

Its not me
But my continous thoughts
Of molecules combining
And ending

Its not me
But my intense sleep
And a specified dream
With colours

My nightmare

Somewhere unknown
A gentle bell rang
And I knew the stars
Behind all this

A smooth surface emerged
Continously gaining speed
And I felt the calm
Before the storm

A scary silence
Called my name
And my flight to freedom
Became the state of my mind

If beauty is vague

Nothin is abstract
Cause if beauty is vague
What wud you call
A just bloomed flower?

Shoot me

Shoot me
Or my thoughts
Can someone please
Stop my mind

From where I belong

Will stars look differnt
From where I belong
Finding my way back home
Do I give a fish?

Wasn't an atom enought?

Wasn't an atom enough?
I once looked for an answer
And each flower that bloomed forever
Was the cause of my boredom

Stop throwing mirrors

This is for all the people
I have ever known
Stop throwing mirrors
On the face of truth

Each word will be destroyed
As the sun goes round
But itz essence
Will become me

The reflection
Of what I am
Or atlease pretend to be
Is a great lie

My yellow butterfly

I could hear the rain
That repaired her eyes
Water flowing
Through my mind

I spoke from the clouds
To a bangle sound
Sipping from the sucked nectar
Off my yellow butterfly

She spread her wings
For my prayer
And showed with what to write
For the sea, I wait all night

The last empty space

The last empty space
Is for my mind
Can some one please
"Turn off the lights"

When I slept

When did the trees
Merge with the stars
Was it when
I slept with the sky?

The girl from my dreams

She stood silently
The girl from my dreams
And I was left
Searching for her eyes

She brought with her
My memories
Of my childhood days
And many incarnations

And looking for me
She left in confusion
I wanted to stop her
But who had seen the self?

The joke

I would like to climb the stars
And look down
To laugh at
The joke

What is it?

What is it
That I find myself living
Going by the plan
Am I supposed to ask this?

Give me a name

Give me a name
And take my memory
Give me a home
And take all my reasoning

Unnamed Flower

A ray
From accross the horizon
Followed me
To my end

And an unnamed flower
Bloomed in silence
In the season of
Unending night's sleep

Broken window

Breaking the glass
Of my window
She stood innocent
Ignorant and forgetful

Approaching light

A distant light
Approached me
To take away
My thoughts

Like a bird
Who looks for its nest
Flying through darkness
On a moonlit night

A poem from a dream

"The wind
That rocks the boat

Blows in one direction

And thus the kingdom falls"

I dont believe the stars

I dont believe the stars
For then like a grain of salt
My life
Would be an inconsequestial death

There is no sky
But a hole
Which hides from me
My truth

A random walk

Splashin waters
On the path to wisdom

Like naked fools

We proceed

A jewel in her pocket

Would be my fossil

While attempting the impossible-

A true random walk

The wall

We lost ourselves
In the planted walls
The fight for freedom
From the last unanswered call

Now all the dark faces
Look the same
In the eyes
Of the effected mind

Percieved Imperfection

In a moment
Relativity stripped me
And my thoughts
Were no more my own

What was left of me
Was guilt
Of the percieved
Imperfection

The urgent desperation

I need space
For my thoughts
For the atoms have combined
Against me

Now I call for help
From outside (of existence)
An urgent desperation
For truth

Coffee

Is it about the coffee
Or the sugar
How does it matter
Without an empty stomach

Fake smile

The stars should have shined
Brighter by the night
Have cheated
Its cause

But the fake smile
Which I live for
Would be enough
To fragment time

Midnight

Its midnight
All the time
Which only
A dead man can recognise

Motionless Ocean

The sea smells
Like my consciousness
The ripples
Is taken for granted

Now I wait
For its colours to settle
And the motionless ocean
Will be my thought

Belief

I stood up
For what I did not believe in
And now I live
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