Tag: Poetry
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The Woman on Platform Number Nine: A poem
This is a poem about a lonely woman sitting on a bench on a railway platform on a cold, windy, winter night There is a lonely woman on platform number nine Clutching an A4 paper in her fist In the middle of the dark stormy night. The howling of the wind passing Through my sheds…
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For the Four People who Live in my Heart: A friendship poem
For those arms that engulfed my heart And those hands that cradled my joy While I cried endlessly for those who said goodbye I am thankful. -Armaan Photo by Christopher Beloch on Unsplash
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Love Like A Soft Sunday Morning: A love poem
You have always felt like a soft Sunday morning. Like waking up to the nightingale’s melody Wafting in through the branches of the fruit laden mango tree. Like gentle sunlight filtering through the threads And making check marks on an unmade bed. Like riveting conversations about books and music Over cups of steaming hot coffee…
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The Lost Days of Summer: A poem about childhood
She walked down the dusty old paths Bathing in the memories of that summer last Those were the carefree days of bliss and belonging With no homework or surprise tests to haunt your dreams The chocolate currency was in abundance And so were the summer days of sunlight and play time / They loved to…
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Those Were the Days: A poem about college days
Those carefree days of classes and plays, Of rushing to get out at the ringing of the bell And dashing to the Nescafe Before the rest of the lunch crowd. Those long lazy afternoons in the canteen Discussing everything from geopolitics to Taylor’s ME! And bunking the classes just because The debate over American and…
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Some Things That Don’t Make Sense: A poem
Some things don’t make sense Like the hexagon honeycombs And the alluring scent of old books. Also why I love autumns and hate winters. It doesn’t make sense that the scent Of spring makes me flee And the warm summer ‘oh embrace me please’ What perplexes me is my dull reaction To topping the university…
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Things I Don’t Appreciate in Winter: A poem for those who miss summer
The cold windy walks in the evenings. Strolling in the neighborhood looking for the ice cream cart. The pitter patter of the rain against the blue gray tarmac. These are the things that I don’t appreciate in the winters. Kneading cold butter into the flour to make flaky croissants. Heating food again and again because…
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I Cry in Autumn: A poem on sadness & melancholy
I cry in autumn. I cry in autumn for the lost last summer. I cry in autumn for the sad cold winter. I cry in autumn for the never ending assignments. I cry in autumn for the innocent ignorance of childhood. I cry this autumn for the children ignorant of the innocent ignorance of childhood. …
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Crying Under the Stars: A poem for a difficult day
Her tears erupted like a volcano And cascaded down her cheeks. They intermingled with the rain drops And strengthened the storms brewing Underneath. Her heart dancing with the symphony Between her emotions and heaven’s. Slowly a rainbow will rise and will prise Her eyes open, but not today. Not today. Today she will cry to…
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Heartbreak in a Cafe: A poem about that last meeting
Over iced cappuccinos and hot lattes they met To let go of any regrets Over kisses and hugs they wept With promises of memories to be kept -Armaan Photo by Christina Rumpf on Unsplash