Dreams, desires and failure

Dreams, Desires & Failure

I wish, I wish, for a million things.

But in my mind, this question springs.

For which of these wishes, do I yearn?

In my mind starts, this fray in turn.

I know they all cannot come true.

And that this shouldn't turn my world to blue.

But for some reason, it pushes me under.

And once again, I begin to wonder.

Which of these wishes do I earn?

I guess with time, the answer I'll learn.

Meanwhile, I won't let, my failures sting.

As the most out of life, I shall try and wring.

A trip down memory lane

My parents recently were cleaning up my room in our abandoned house and they stumbled upon some of my old stuff that they thought I would like to keep, and brought it along. Amongst it was this yellowing piece of paper with a few lines printed on it, that I wrote for the school magazine, as a conclusion to our class poem (Most of which too was penned down by me). Oh n please don't try to imagine me as one of those really creative people, I wrote the poem, only because there was simply no one else to write the poem. It's is probably one of the first thing I had ever written, and I can think of a million ways to improve it now. Anyway, here's the crappy poem that I could not even claim credit for.

Bon Voyage

Today's the day, we must all be on our way;
And to god must we pray, that from our path may we never sway;
Today our class is as weak as glass, and will soon be shattered away;
Poetic sound that I may, is just because of my dismay;

Shed not a tear, for the task ahead is shear;
And may be too much to bear, but a smile you must always wear;
For our friendship do not fear, we shall surely meet some year;

And why should I lie, to bid you goodbye;
Is though oh my! and may our friendship never die;

Adiós amigos!

By -Wolfestine

Lonesome again

The last time I wrote a poem, it was called Lonely & Dejected, which was in fact sparked by an incident. I did pen down a few more lines about being lonesome after I had published the poem, lines I had written down over a week. Nothing great about these little lines and no I am no longer lonely and dejected. But I found a piece of crumpled paper that contained this poem I had penned down in class and decided to publish it before i lost it. So here it goes,

Lonesome Again

Why is it that I feel so lonely,
every step in life that I take so boldly?

In an ocean of people I feel left out;
But it isn't something for which I'll pout.

Is it so that I don't fit in?
'cause I feel left out amongst friends n kin.

The more time I spend with a friend,
the more I feel the friendship end.

No explanation can ever suffice,
as to why does friendship slide over thin ice.

Do others feel the same or is it me only?
Am I the only one who feels so lonely?

Lonely & Dejected

Lonely & Dejected

I fear being forgotten... long before i am gone.
By people who knew me... and made me feel like a pawn.

I walk past people... people i knew.
I give then a smile...I greet them too.

All I get... is an ineffectual reaction.
As if I am... on some friendship infraction.

So the next I see them...I try and ignore them.
Hoping it isn't... another friend i need to condemn.

It hurts to realize... That they don't care.
And some of em... are so rude that that they stare.

Am I over friendly... Or has the world turned cold.
Why is it so... that friendships too fold????

A pint full of guilt

My masterpiece

Poem & Sketch by Wolfestine

I first thought I should probably write a regular post expressing myself, but then slowly it transformed into a poem, which I started off trying to make sure it did not rhyme. But then as my thoughts started wandering, my little poem started rhyming. This one is deeper than the rest of my poems. I am sure what makes perfect sense to me is probably hard for you to understand. What I basically wanted to say is that there is this place in my head that is filled with thoughts, none of which are pleasant ones. Every incident where I made a fool of myself, come alive when I step into this place. Every time I have felt humiliated, every time I felt guilty. It’s like a pool of sorrow which tries to drown me. And like quicksand, it tries to pull me in. I swear to God, that I miss a beat, every time my thoughts tread into this awful place. I am guessing the people who do get stuck in places like these are the ones suffering from depression. This guy I know stayed in bed for six months, simply because he was suffering from the blues. Well anyway, I don't know about what you think, but this is probably the best poem i have ever written... My Masterpiece.

Appreciate everything.

Hey there people... here's another one of my childish rhymes. Do notice the cool rhyme scheme I have managed to belt out this time.

Appreciation

Blessed are those, who pain, have seen,

For it’s them, who know, what happiness does mean.

Cares more about life, than you, a teen,

About to die, sickeningly lean.

In England, go and ask the queen,

Draped in clothes with a silky sheen.

Does she care, for the soup in her tureen?

And then there’s a homeless, who’d kill for a bean.

How does one keep a garden green?

By wasting water, in amounts obscene?

To know the value, of water, clean,

Travel to a desert, with an empty canteen.

People who always appear pristine,

Also lose their cool, umpteen,

Cussing at people, exhibiting spleen,

Lessons in life they also glean.

The future holds what, who has foreseen,

Something lying around dirty, unclean;

Could also someday bring about, preen.

So nothing in life, should you ever demean.

Nothing in life should you ever demean.

Sad but true

Sad but true

Riding my bike, in delight,

I had to stop, at a red light.

I saw a man cross the street,

And in his hand, he carried a treat.

All of a sudden, the light turned green,

And all the others, just had to careen.

In the confusion, his packet slipped,

His food I saw scattered, as my eyes dipped.

There was nothing he could do, but look in dismay,

And I thought about him, all through the way.

Would he go hungry, would he buy some food?

Had I stopped and helped him, would have I been rude?

Lost Friend

Hey all,

Today as my day begun I received some really awful news. Overcome by emotions, i wrote a little something. Please bear with me.

Friend.........no more

Let go of those tears, for sorrow you may heave;

Let go of those fears, and unrestricted may you grieve.

Sorrows in life, you may have heaps;

But by keeping it inside, there is nothing one reaps.

Everyday in life, friends come and go;

But I haven’t lost one, since a long time ago.

It gives me great pleasure, that him I knew;

Even though for me, he was like mid-morning dew.

There is so much more to life, than he could even perceive;

Let go of those tears, for sorrow you may heave.

Welcome to my blog

Hey all…

Welcome to my blog.

From the moment I get up in the morning, even before I am fully conscious, my mind is bombarded with thoughts. Some of them are meaningful and the others are not quite so. I though why not start my blog where I can speak my heart out and get some of my thoughts out of my mind. I believe the name of the blog is quite self-explanatory so I am not going to speak much about it. But I would like to give credit to a certain friend of mine who helped me inculcate the habit of blabbering.

Here is a little something I wrote for myself:-

...............Maverick...............
I am an animal, as free as they come,
Don’t try and cage me, or I will bite you and run.

Don’t mess with me, or you shall repent,
Though the act of war, I totally resent.

Don’t push me around, cause I am not the same,
Without a fight, defeat I shall not proclaim.

My philosophy in life, is to live and let live,
Though one thing I must try, is to learn to forgive.

I am usually cheerful, and rarely glum,
Because I am an animal, as free as they come.

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The poet (that’s me :)) has named the poem Maverick which refers to him being free spirited. He metaphorically calls himself a wild animal, enjoying his freedom, just like animals do out there in the wild. His preference of the widdershin way of life, rather than the sequatious one can be clearly seen by his fear of being encaged. The poet like any wild animal, born in the wild is ready to fight tooth and nail for his freedom if he has to. The poet bares his teeth, at all the people wanting to pick at him and tantalize him without any provocation, but also clarifies that he does not fancy a fight. It is made clear that he shall no longer tolerate being pushed around, as he has changed now and will not give in to any badgering. The poet says, that he loves the idea of peaceful coexistence and adds to it that in order to coexist it is a prerequisite to be forgiving. In the end, the poet says that even through the sorrows of life, he maintains a cheerful nature, owing to the fact that he is as free as any wild animal out in the wild.

Well I guess I have done enough justice to the name of my blog and would like to end this post right here, hoping that you enjoyed reading it.

Bye