Author's Note: The below poem came from a conversation I had with my friend.
My Friend: You write about such random topics. Can you write a poem about what kind of life partner you want?
Me: I'll try!
And so that's how I got to write this. A quick composition. Incomplete. With just a few points. And if it reads like a matrimonial ad or seems too gauche or icky, I'm sorry😅. Hope you like it!
Title: SoulMate
I just want a simple girl,
Without a fancy twirl, Or a condescending smirk making her lips curl.
Just a little common sense,
And a touch of benevolence.
Her kindness giving her a glowing radiance!
An intelligence that lights her eyes with knowledge,
But not everything is as she thinks, she must acknowledge.
Should love my parents like her own,
Her old family, she needn't abandon or disown.
Fair skin is not all that great I opine,
Isn't gorgeous chocolate skin as tempting as fine wine!
Her past is not at all a problem, she needn't play possum,
For our future to be awesome and our love to blossom!
A magnetic attraction and the thrill of bated anticipation,
Once our eyes meet, after an initial attempt of repression,
Of the inescapable emotions, ranging from hesitation,
To a long awaited internal celebration!
At finally finding the one who moves me to action.
Lest I lose, all meaning to my life, the pain, beyond reason!
Unless I make her mine, and never let any argument or commotion,
No matter the seriousness, become anything more than a minor altercation!
Despite disagreement, if she maintains a soft tone,
And doesn't make me feel overthrown,
I'm willing to atone and build her a throne!
A little caring and our hearts, after some baring,
I'm sure will bring us to a new level of sharing.
When we dream for a common future,
And when even a small parting, feels like an endless torture,
That is when I will be able to checkmate,
Fate's cruel game to keep me from my soulmate!
#review #Poetry #SaiRamKiran
My Friend: You write about such random topics. Can you write a poem about what kind of life partner you want?
Me: I'll try!
And so that's how I got to write this. A quick composition. Incomplete. With just a few points. And if it reads like a matrimonial ad or seems too gauche or icky, I'm sorry😅. Hope you like it!
Title: SoulMate
I just want a simple girl,
Without a fancy twirl, Or a condescending smirk making her lips curl.
Just a little common sense,
And a touch of benevolence.
Her kindness giving her a glowing radiance!
An intelligence that lights her eyes with knowledge,
But not everything is as she thinks, she must acknowledge.
Should love my parents like her own,
Her old family, she needn't abandon or disown.
Fair skin is not all that great I opine,
Isn't gorgeous chocolate skin as tempting as fine wine!
Her past is not at all a problem, she needn't play possum,
For our future to be awesome and our love to blossom!
A magnetic attraction and the thrill of bated anticipation,
Once our eyes meet, after an initial attempt of repression,
Of the inescapable emotions, ranging from hesitation,
To a long awaited internal celebration!
At finally finding the one who moves me to action.
Lest I lose, all meaning to my life, the pain, beyond reason!
Unless I make her mine, and never let any argument or commotion,
No matter the seriousness, become anything more than a minor altercation!
Despite disagreement, if she maintains a soft tone,
And doesn't make me feel overthrown,
I'm willing to atone and build her a throne!
A little caring and our hearts, after some baring,
I'm sure will bring us to a new level of sharing.
When we dream for a common future,
And when even a small parting, feels like an endless torture,
That is when I will be able to checkmate,
Fate's cruel game to keep me from my soulmate!
#review #Poetry #SaiRamKiran
Author's Note: This poem is based on Haritha Senthilkumar's "Need of Roses". All the credit goes to her. I just rewrote it, injecting some of my own emotion and a few lines for better flow and intensification.
Title: Prisoner of Pain/Plea for a Prison Break
It is an era of darkness!
I am confined in this fortress,
Made of agony that drives me to madness,
My tears water the black tree of depression, endless
Till I have no tears left to caress, just a wryness
My fake smiles no longer convincing, because of their dryness
I tried to sink my pain into verses
Hoping for an escape from this illness
But I find no escape from the memories, of the sharpness,
Of your words, that hurt like lashes,
And your face turned granite in its hardness!
Come rescue me from this hell of loneliness,
And take me back into your arms, else I am lifeless!
Because, that is where I belong
Till my body turns to ashes!
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Title: Prisoner of Pain/Plea for a Prison Break
It is an era of darkness!
I am confined in this fortress,
Made of agony that drives me to madness,
My tears water the black tree of depression, endless
Till I have no tears left to caress, just a wryness
My fake smiles no longer convincing, because of their dryness
I tried to sink my pain into verses
Hoping for an escape from this illness
But I find no escape from the memories, of the sharpness,
Of your words, that hurt like lashes,
And your face turned granite in its hardness!
Come rescue me from this hell of loneliness,
And take me back into your arms, else I am lifeless!
Because, that is where I belong
Till my body turns to ashes!
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Title: Time to Meet My Maker, I Guess!
I try to sleep, but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I get up from the bed and carefully move to the switchboard. I try to switch on the light but the power is down. The creepy darkness and the air's chillness, makes me break out in goosebumps. I find my phone on the bed, beside the pillow. I want to switch on the flashlight, but my phone is dead! All the time, I am on the verge of a heart attack expecting a monster to come attack, to decorate the hallways with my blood and have me for a snack. I don't know if the blood belongs to my flatmates or the neighbor's dog that likes to doze in my apartment on a few chosen dates.
I'm sure, what the reason is, for all this, because we were stupid and very remiss. We tried out a ritual earlier in the night from an arcane book of witchcraft and doom that my friend rescued from some footpath vendor, I assume. We were just bored from the forced restrictions of the lockdown and the close down of the party scene in the whole town. We thought that the book was harmless, just the work of some twisted loon, but his writings in the book seemed timeless. We gathered in the hallway and held hands together and chanted the spell that the book quoted. With a twitch of the curtain, I am brought back to the present, where I am forced to choose between walking in the blood or to giving up hopes of living and just wait where I stood. Because if what I suspect is right, and what the book stated was all true, then I may not live past this night. The ritualistic ceremony we conducted last night is supposed to be the harbinger of doom, the bringer of Armageddon by bringing the Satan's minion, the demon Armanistenocepheles and his army of lesser demons and hell hounds, under his dominion, to the living plane and leave them to feast on men's flesh while ripping the soul to take back to their ruler in hell. I hear the scream of pain that seems inhuman and no human throat can sustain. The sound is definitely coming from the other bedroom where my flatmates share the room. Do I try to slip away from the other end of the hallway, or try to go save my friends even if I have to risk becoming prey. As the sounds abruptly end in a final huffing puff, I decide to run and save my skin because the others are already done in. I quickly but silently run into the hallway, and to the door that can save me from death right away. I make it to the door and open it. When I enter the corridor and turn to the steps, I face the biggest dog I've ever seen, it might as well be Cerebrus. I make a twist and run up the stairway, feeling pursuit from the hell hound that I hope to keep at bay. I stumble on the cracked stair on the third floor, take a stumble and fall on the dog, I feel the burn when I tough the dog's skin. I feel the dog straighten and go right for my jugular. When the razor sharp teeth pierce through my neck, I awaken, screaming my head off, loud enough to raise the Kraken that is my neighbor as well as my flat's owner. I feel embarrassed, and make a vow, to never again watch a horror movie at midnight before sleep, that too with my friends in tow! I feel happy that I am alive. Is that a good response, do you think or am I just a fool who should practice nonchalance?
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I try to sleep, but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I get up from the bed and carefully move to the switchboard. I try to switch on the light but the power is down. The creepy darkness and the air's chillness, makes me break out in goosebumps. I find my phone on the bed, beside the pillow. I want to switch on the flashlight, but my phone is dead! All the time, I am on the verge of a heart attack expecting a monster to come attack, to decorate the hallways with my blood and have me for a snack. I don't know if the blood belongs to my flatmates or the neighbor's dog that likes to doze in my apartment on a few chosen dates.
I'm sure, what the reason is, for all this, because we were stupid and very remiss. We tried out a ritual earlier in the night from an arcane book of witchcraft and doom that my friend rescued from some footpath vendor, I assume. We were just bored from the forced restrictions of the lockdown and the close down of the party scene in the whole town. We thought that the book was harmless, just the work of some twisted loon, but his writings in the book seemed timeless. We gathered in the hallway and held hands together and chanted the spell that the book quoted. With a twitch of the curtain, I am brought back to the present, where I am forced to choose between walking in the blood or to giving up hopes of living and just wait where I stood. Because if what I suspect is right, and what the book stated was all true, then I may not live past this night. The ritualistic ceremony we conducted last night is supposed to be the harbinger of doom, the bringer of Armageddon by bringing the Satan's minion, the demon Armanistenocepheles and his army of lesser demons and hell hounds, under his dominion, to the living plane and leave them to feast on men's flesh while ripping the soul to take back to their ruler in hell. I hear the scream of pain that seems inhuman and no human throat can sustain. The sound is definitely coming from the other bedroom where my flatmates share the room. Do I try to slip away from the other end of the hallway, or try to go save my friends even if I have to risk becoming prey. As the sounds abruptly end in a final huffing puff, I decide to run and save my skin because the others are already done in. I quickly but silently run into the hallway, and to the door that can save me from death right away. I make it to the door and open it. When I enter the corridor and turn to the steps, I face the biggest dog I've ever seen, it might as well be Cerebrus. I make a twist and run up the stairway, feeling pursuit from the hell hound that I hope to keep at bay. I stumble on the cracked stair on the third floor, take a stumble and fall on the dog, I feel the burn when I tough the dog's skin. I feel the dog straighten and go right for my jugular. When the razor sharp teeth pierce through my neck, I awaken, screaming my head off, loud enough to raise the Kraken that is my neighbor as well as my flat's owner. I feel embarrassed, and make a vow, to never again watch a horror movie at midnight before sleep, that too with my friends in tow! I feel happy that I am alive. Is that a good response, do you think or am I just a fool who should practice nonchalance?
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Character Name: Vlad
Background Story: Vlad had migrated from a remote Russian village to America. He worked various jobs in many of the states and finally settled down as a mecahnic in New York. He has a few distant familial connections to the Russian mafia but stayed on the right side of the law all throughout his life even though he faced several financial difficulties. He has a huge family of children and grandchildren. He had 5 sons and 3 daughters with his wife. All his children are married and they provided him with a veritable army of grandchildren. His wife died of cancer 15 years ago. He built a very respectable and popular chain of mechanic shops over the years and has ended up very wealthy and built his family into a powerful dynasty. But he remained in the old neighborhood, while his children and grandchildren moved to the more luxurious neighborhoods.
Character Traits: A very honest, straightforward guy who takes pride in his integrity. He loves his family and is willing to face anything to see that no difficulty comes near them. He loves the neighborhood kids and playing with babies. He is an eccentric dresser who maintains the attire of a young and dangerous biker, despite his advanced age. He is very stubborn and turns caustic when someone irritates him. He is very healthy.
Present: Vlad is living in the same neighborhood he started out in. His family often visits him and begs him to come live with them but he remains in the neighborhood and intends to stay there till he die. He had turned over control of his mechanic shop chain to his family and is enjoying his retirement. He feels lonely sometimes and misses his wife a lot. He spends his days doing chores around his house, reading books, and advising the young families in the neighborhood. He plays with the children in the neighborhood and makes faces at the babies who had come out in their mothers' arms who had come strolling.
Future: He will die in 2years of a cerebral palsy. Before he dies, he establishes a trust fund to help with higher education costs of the children from the neighborhood. He funds the trust fund with 50% of his wealth and leaves the rest to his family. He is remembered with fondness by the community and is a role model.
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Background Story: Vlad had migrated from a remote Russian village to America. He worked various jobs in many of the states and finally settled down as a mecahnic in New York. He has a few distant familial connections to the Russian mafia but stayed on the right side of the law all throughout his life even though he faced several financial difficulties. He has a huge family of children and grandchildren. He had 5 sons and 3 daughters with his wife. All his children are married and they provided him with a veritable army of grandchildren. His wife died of cancer 15 years ago. He built a very respectable and popular chain of mechanic shops over the years and has ended up very wealthy and built his family into a powerful dynasty. But he remained in the old neighborhood, while his children and grandchildren moved to the more luxurious neighborhoods.
Character Traits: A very honest, straightforward guy who takes pride in his integrity. He loves his family and is willing to face anything to see that no difficulty comes near them. He loves the neighborhood kids and playing with babies. He is an eccentric dresser who maintains the attire of a young and dangerous biker, despite his advanced age. He is very stubborn and turns caustic when someone irritates him. He is very healthy.
Present: Vlad is living in the same neighborhood he started out in. His family often visits him and begs him to come live with them but he remains in the neighborhood and intends to stay there till he die. He had turned over control of his mechanic shop chain to his family and is enjoying his retirement. He feels lonely sometimes and misses his wife a lot. He spends his days doing chores around his house, reading books, and advising the young families in the neighborhood. He plays with the children in the neighborhood and makes faces at the babies who had come out in their mothers' arms who had come strolling.
Future: He will die in 2years of a cerebral palsy. Before he dies, he establishes a trust fund to help with higher education costs of the children from the neighborhood. He funds the trust fund with 50% of his wealth and leaves the rest to his family. He is remembered with fondness by the community and is a role model.
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Title: Heartbreak [Part 1]
Everything was going great,
Our attraction was so intense, I don't inflate
I was in your spell ever since our first date,
I left my first love for you, became an ingrate!
Our chemistry held at bay, my fears that I've gone astray,
You became my addiction, I just didn't need an ashtray,
For you, I lost my way, there's no one I wouldn't betray,
Like my ex, whose love for me you could never portray!
So short was our time together, for so many memories.
Most couples spend lifetimes and still can't compete with our stories,
That can fill up a thousand diaries,
And still leave out a story or two fit for the fairies!
I got so attached to you, it was very subtle,
I didn't notice how close we became, without a preamble.
Just being together made us both tremble!
Your problems became mine, which I then crushed to rubble!
But I paint a pretty picture, disregarding your petty nature;
Yes, you held me in rapture, but continued to smile at every lecher!
You wanted to experience everything, every night a new adventure!
Because you are too stupid to see the big picture!
You think, the truth is just plain negotiation,
Something you paint, according to traction.
But let me tell you, that, my love isn't for auction!
You can't bid for it anyway because your love for me is just fiction!
I'm just a good choice for you to gain as a husband,
Because I don't have a need for contraband.
I know you still kept in touch with every ex boyfriend,
Ready to play with them, though coy you pretend!
Behind my back, you went out with your new 'friends', those scum,
All those second show movies, you kept mum,
Those late night dinners you went to with a hum!
Texting me all along, your duplicity maximum!
You thought I was too traditional,
That I saw your idea of fun to be irrational!
So you went behind my back, for your fun nocturnal,
To enjoy your outings with those guys, sashaying your arsenal!
You thought I would never find out,
You hid your chats from me, all throughout.
But you couldn't fool my instincts which cried out!
And made me see what you were up to, leading to my blowout!
The hell I descended into, when I learnt of your treachery,
I thought it was Cupid, but instead, it was just you practising archery!
With my heart, a willing target, for your lures and your fishery,
Those months of unceasing misery, laid bare my gaucherie!
....to be continued in Part2
[Note: The poem is incomplete. It is continued in Part 2 below. Do check it out!]
#review #Poetry #SaiRamKiran
Everything was going great,
Our attraction was so intense, I don't inflate
I was in your spell ever since our first date,
I left my first love for you, became an ingrate!
Our chemistry held at bay, my fears that I've gone astray,
You became my addiction, I just didn't need an ashtray,
For you, I lost my way, there's no one I wouldn't betray,
Like my ex, whose love for me you could never portray!
So short was our time together, for so many memories.
Most couples spend lifetimes and still can't compete with our stories,
That can fill up a thousand diaries,
And still leave out a story or two fit for the fairies!
I got so attached to you, it was very subtle,
I didn't notice how close we became, without a preamble.
Just being together made us both tremble!
Your problems became mine, which I then crushed to rubble!
But I paint a pretty picture, disregarding your petty nature;
Yes, you held me in rapture, but continued to smile at every lecher!
You wanted to experience everything, every night a new adventure!
Because you are too stupid to see the big picture!
You think, the truth is just plain negotiation,
Something you paint, according to traction.
But let me tell you, that, my love isn't for auction!
You can't bid for it anyway because your love for me is just fiction!
I'm just a good choice for you to gain as a husband,
Because I don't have a need for contraband.
I know you still kept in touch with every ex boyfriend,
Ready to play with them, though coy you pretend!
Behind my back, you went out with your new 'friends', those scum,
All those second show movies, you kept mum,
Those late night dinners you went to with a hum!
Texting me all along, your duplicity maximum!
You thought I was too traditional,
That I saw your idea of fun to be irrational!
So you went behind my back, for your fun nocturnal,
To enjoy your outings with those guys, sashaying your arsenal!
You thought I would never find out,
You hid your chats from me, all throughout.
But you couldn't fool my instincts which cried out!
And made me see what you were up to, leading to my blowout!
The hell I descended into, when I learnt of your treachery,
I thought it was Cupid, but instead, it was just you practising archery!
With my heart, a willing target, for your lures and your fishery,
Those months of unceasing misery, laid bare my gaucherie!
....to be continued in Part2
[Note: The poem is incomplete. It is continued in Part 2 below. Do check it out!]
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Title: HeartBreak [Part 2] (Continuation)
You never imagined my response, or the continued anger,
You thought to placate me, with your crying and words of sugar!
But I've already seen the ugliness behind your mask of langour,
I would have already left you, had I been any stronger!
You pushed me into depression.
I was crying behind all my aggression.
Like a weak fool, I never knew, so quick was the disillusion.
I thought I found my soulmate, can't believe my delusion!
But I have finally pierced the illusion!
And saw your true self, and have arrived at the only solution.
With it, I've reached my final decision!
That I can't spend my life with you, with all this friction.
You can never get back my trust,
And our relationship cannot continue with such distrust
You have lost my respect, and my interest!
And have severed our bond, I'm no longer trussed!
But you treated me like a King, I concede,
Cared for me just like my mom, in that you did succeed!
Full Days and whole weekends, together we taxied,
We were in our very own private world, I fancied!
Don't let these last few months, and all the fighting,
Make you think that my love was fleeting!
Because, the pain I'm suffering, has got me bursting!
I can't hide it, like those chats of flirting, you hid from me by just deleting.
My pain, put me on an unstoppable train.
My anguish, changed me, and my dreams went down the drain!
There is no longer a marriage and a future together, I shall now refrain!
I should have seen all this sooner, because you were always vain!
Without my best friend, I could have easily slit my vein!
He talked me around, without complaining of strain.
Days and nights he spent, to free me from all the pain!
Without my best mate's help, I would have definitely gone insane!
He made me see reason,
That there is a life for me after your treason!
Made me see hope again, with a lot of persuasion.
I shall forever thank him for his intervention!
Yes, I leave, but I do so without regret.
I know, these memories will never abate.
The pain of this loss will definitely negate,
Any happiness I may get at any later date.
I am slowly moving towards light,
Past this dark chapter of my life, that seems ironically bright!
But, I'll probably remember you every twilight!
And dream of our time together, under starlight!
I shall never forget, all your affection,
But, I have made a resolution,
To move on, from this junction.
You can not hold me any longer, as a prisoner to our attraction!
Why couldn't you have been more real?
Why does honesty seem to you, so surreal?
I tried to, but can't get past your betrayal,
And will forever curse fate, for being so cruel!
Friends, you've seen my pain, through love ambrosial.So, give heed to my testimonial,
I warn you not to look for the ideal,
Love is not a deal, just try to find something real
With someone who won't put you through such an ordeal!
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
You never imagined my response, or the continued anger,
You thought to placate me, with your crying and words of sugar!
But I've already seen the ugliness behind your mask of langour,
I would have already left you, had I been any stronger!
You pushed me into depression.
I was crying behind all my aggression.
Like a weak fool, I never knew, so quick was the disillusion.
I thought I found my soulmate, can't believe my delusion!
But I have finally pierced the illusion!
And saw your true self, and have arrived at the only solution.
With it, I've reached my final decision!
That I can't spend my life with you, with all this friction.
You can never get back my trust,
And our relationship cannot continue with such distrust
You have lost my respect, and my interest!
And have severed our bond, I'm no longer trussed!
But you treated me like a King, I concede,
Cared for me just like my mom, in that you did succeed!
Full Days and whole weekends, together we taxied,
We were in our very own private world, I fancied!
Don't let these last few months, and all the fighting,
Make you think that my love was fleeting!
Because, the pain I'm suffering, has got me bursting!
I can't hide it, like those chats of flirting, you hid from me by just deleting.
My pain, put me on an unstoppable train.
My anguish, changed me, and my dreams went down the drain!
There is no longer a marriage and a future together, I shall now refrain!
I should have seen all this sooner, because you were always vain!
Without my best friend, I could have easily slit my vein!
He talked me around, without complaining of strain.
Days and nights he spent, to free me from all the pain!
Without my best mate's help, I would have definitely gone insane!
He made me see reason,
That there is a life for me after your treason!
Made me see hope again, with a lot of persuasion.
I shall forever thank him for his intervention!
Yes, I leave, but I do so without regret.
I know, these memories will never abate.
The pain of this loss will definitely negate,
Any happiness I may get at any later date.
I am slowly moving towards light,
Past this dark chapter of my life, that seems ironically bright!
But, I'll probably remember you every twilight!
And dream of our time together, under starlight!
I shall never forget, all your affection,
But, I have made a resolution,
To move on, from this junction.
You can not hold me any longer, as a prisoner to our attraction!
Why couldn't you have been more real?
Why does honesty seem to you, so surreal?
I tried to, but can't get past your betrayal,
And will forever curse fate, for being so cruel!
Friends, you've seen my pain, through love ambrosial.So, give heed to my testimonial,
I warn you not to look for the ideal,
Love is not a deal, just try to find something real
With someone who won't put you through such an ordeal!
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran