Free verse poems

Blessed be…

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for a simple word or action

can pierce their heart. 

An arrow,

not aimed at anybody 

can go straight in between their eyes.

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for they will be hiding their tears-

like how one hides an illicit affair-

in the dark, 

and with cowering fear of being caught. 

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for not everyone will understand 

the frailties of their heart. 

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for their own minds can be their foe. 

Clawing and shaming them 

for feeling their truest emotions. 

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for they are fighting a hidden war, 

may it be real or not to others. 

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for their greatest weakness 

is also their strength. 

By welcoming hundreds of blows in their chest, 

every single day, 

each time a little harder than the first, 

they become more compassionate. 

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for there will be more aches to come. 

Cheers to the gray days

Here’s to the half-meant smile.

Alas, they will be all gone.
Lo and behold the light graze

Of a long time friend in pitch black clothes

I know I’ll follow him soon.
No more hollow emptiness,

no more trying or begging to feel-

anything.
The journey began,

almost as easily as counting 1 to 3.

I knew it,

when I closed my eyes-

my friend held my hand-

and never opened them again.
 

 

Yours

Out of all the missed hellos,

Yours was the one I took chance in. 

Out of all the unrequited affections,

Yours was the one I gambled with.

Out of all the craved attention,

Yours was the one I wanted the most.

Out of all the broken promises,

Yours were the ones I hold on to.

Out of all the dedicated love songs sang,

Yours was the one I penned myself.

Out of all the sleepless nights,

Yours was the one filled with waking dreams.

Out of all the heartbreaks,

Yours was the one I wouldn’t regret.

Out of all the goodbyes,

Yours is the one I wouldn’t bear to hear. 

A little too much

And because her love for him was too big

an understatement of uncontrollable,

her love for him shied away from reason or logic-

she failed to see

she was destroying him.

She was unaware that-

her hugs were too tight

her kisses too fierce,

she left him with a broken rib or two.

Her love was sprawled all over him

she thought it was endearing-

but he was drowning

and beyond saving from it all.

Only time can tell,

which of them

would be destroyed first.

Pity those

Pity those who have unknowingly housed

a monster inside their heads—

for they will never find

solace in their own company.

Pity those whose thoughts dare not wander

on uncharted meadows and unexplored lands—

for they will fail to see past

the monotonous place we call “everyday life”.

Pity those who have chosen to conceal

their emotions in the corners of their hearts—

for they will fail to encounter

the endless possibilities of one hello.

Pity those who cannot put into words

what they hear so loudly in their hearts—

for they will be burning bridges

with a fire of their own making.

Morning stroll

The time I seldom experience,

is just when the sun has fully climbed back up its glorious space.

Lately, it’s hard to get a glimpse of it-

Much more so to indulge in it.

So I walked slowly,
And let the tingling warmth touch my cold face.

Hoping, ever so slightly,

the distance I walk in,

to stretch on and on.

Leaving this time here,

a personal loop-

one that I wouldn’t mind to be lost in.

 

Only then

It was only then

that I understood-

how people who dislike noise,

replace solitude

with loud music and useless toys.

 
It was only then

that I was able to hear-

the softest cry from a misplaced smile,

the reckless yell from a set of careful lips,

in a place you never expect them to be found.

 
It was only then

that I was able to see-

the world with a hazy view,

from a pair of eyes who refuse

to let a single tear fall.

 
It was only then

that I understood-

how pain feels like.