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