The Sinner’s Prayer

Father, forgive me for I have sinned.
A seed blown away by the raging wind.
Prodigal, I walked away from thee.
And now I ask, would you save me?

You’ve shown me mercy for you are kind.
But I was the star which never aligned.
You know me well and call me by the name.
You alone have always been the same.

And I’ve been an ungrateful child;
a sheep ventured into the wild.
I put tears in your eyes when I did the wrong.
I took your love for granted for so long.

Please help me fight all my battles today.
For your infinite blessings, all I can say…

… is thank you!

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Desolation

Hello dear poetry, I seek refuge in thee again.
I’ll be with you alone even if my words are vain.
I don’t know where I’m going and I’d rather not.
By thy love alone I’m glad I never forgot.

Is it a mere painful eulogy I write? I ask.
It doesn’t matter; I complete my task.
Do I really care whether I’d ever be read?
It doesn’t matter as I’ll be with you when I’m dead.

Endless catharsis, perhaps, is all I ever compose?
Am I being a rebellious teen when authority I oppose?
It doesn’t matter whether I’ll ever publish.
It doesn’t matter if they read my epithet when I perish.

All I want is to be with thee forever more.
And if you want, more rhetoric I’ll pour.
I’ll live here, stranded on this island till I go numb.
I’ll compose away here till thy kingdom come.

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Not Just A Pretty Face

I see a whole new world when I see you smile.
It’s more than all the poetry I could ever compile!
I see your beauty, now show me the ugliness within.
Don’t be afraid, for being you is never a sin!

You don’t need a mask when you’re with me.
Show me the hurricane you could truly be!
Perhaps you’ve lived without a name for long.
Tell me your name and I’ll sing your favorite song!

Darkness is but a different shade of light.
As long as we’re together there’s no wrong or right.
All I want is to see you smile without a mask.
Only then will my heart in your glory bask!

Are you afraid to acknowledge fear or defeat?
Perhaps you are the only one you could never meet.

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Your Rent Is Due

Dear demons who haunt me listen to but this
perhaps we ought consider just eternal bliss.
I know you lack awareness but I offer it too.
Why don’t we collaborate and pull it through?

The pain we carry is redundant and absurd.
Our voices may never truly be heard.
Let me lead you through the darkest of nights
and we’ll battle till dawn for nature’s own plights.

Harmony isn’t too much for me to ask.
If we join hands we’ll accomplish every task.
Let me lead, and you’ll yourselves see,
how we’ll reign with ease and glory!

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A Silly Rhyme

I know you’re not reading this.
You’re preparing for another quiz.
And be grateful that you don’t.
But you never said you won’t.

For all you know, this is how I write.
After every break up and every fight.
I just vent about my choice story.
If you don’t like it, then I’m sorry.

I write to the blind about mankind.
And I’ve written thus, I can’t rewind.
This is just another silly rhyme.
I write like this all the time.

If this is the poem you really need.
Don’t say: the hell did I just read?

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My Name is Nikola

I didn’t ask for your worthless platform.
I would’ve easily braved the wildest storm.
You merely wanted my blueprints to rot.
I hope you’re happy now you’ve been caught.

I envisioned a world of abundance and joy
which you merely wanted to destroy.
I see you feast on the food I sweat to earn,
while it is in hell’s fire I eternally burn.

You choose me because of your sympathy
and condescended me with your apathy.
Know just this, I shall bid you goodbye
when on my humble deathbed I silently die.

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To Know Insanity

There is a place only few have been.
You’d meet the craziest you’ve ever seen.
It’s a place where expression is free.
It’s a place haunted by weirdos like me.

Kitty shares several pictures of her pets.
Thank goodness they aren’t posing with vets.
Sreeja filled the galleries with travel photography.
But then from our nonsense she had to flee.
Aarti fled too, in Pizza’s crusade and pursuit.
I’m now certain she’s also found an option called ‘mute’.

They were several inspiring quotes posted by Vani.
Now she makes guest appearances in our zindagi ki kahani.
Neha composes songs along the Spanish road.
We’ll see her when they’re online; please upload.
Nilesh makes videos too; he’s an informative one.
And he reads Harry Potter now; I’m sure he’s having fun.

Mr. Venkataraman posts many inspiring stories.
And I share them with you to end your worries.
Mortals may or may not read what I write.
But in this hub, all my writing comes to light.

Nischi sends us inviting digital food.
If I don’t steal it all, it’d be quite rude.
Hypno DaBag has a shiny bald head.
He claims to be Satan; that’s blasphemy instead.
Nidhi reads astrology, which sounds interesting too.
And Shivi would read a few Angel cards to you.

Pratik was in Las Vegas earlier, you see.
If he begets a child, just name him after me.
Parag has returned to Metal as the prodigal child.
Quoting mainstream would make him go wild.

Gautam is wondering ‘Why did this happen to me?’
You belong to our institution, don’t you see?
Ranjana is going to Ohio very soon.
The Tristate would be pleased, I assume.

We convene in a room to discuss what does overlap.
We use a secret portal and it’s called WhatsApp.

Hush! Don’t tell the mortals!

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