Category: lines

if you read this,
you have read it.
that will never change.

a thousand smiles, a thousand frowns
a thousand miles, a thousand towns

a thousand words, a thousand lines
a thousand hurts, a thousand times

a thousand tries, a thousand falls
a thousand cries, a thousand calls

a thousand beats, a thousand sounds
a thousand streets, a thousand rounds

a thousand pains, a thousand highs
a thousand stains, a thousand lies

a thousand burns, a thousand joys
a thousand turns, a thousand toys

…

a thousand ways, a thousand whiles
a thousand days, a thousand smiles

zindagi aarahaa hoon mein
(life, here i come)

i used to think
that only mad men sing
songs that speak of dreams

then i came to my senses
or my senses came to me
and then i fell asleep

what the hell
is free verse?

this is why
poetry is such
a sham.

how in hell
can charles freaking
bu-
kows-
ki
take a couple
of (run-on)
sentences,

put
one, two
or three words
per line and
call it
poetry?

even kasparov has to
go the full distance
of the board
every time
before he can turn
a pawn into
a queen.

beauty, i suppose,
is in the eye
of the beholder.

it’s just that
some of us
have to go through
many more eyes
before someone

holds on.

i would fall
a thousand times over,
just to see you smile again.
i would marry just your smile,
then i’d brush up on my poetry
so that everyday
i could recite
the thousand words
that your smile is worth.

a fucking ring
it’s just a thing
all it binds is itself
to your finger

i might have been staring,
i didn’t notice that i was,
that’s if i was.
and even if i was,
i wasn’t really staring.

i was just waiting for your smile.

focus is like a
body of water fighting
evaporation.

many people here,
making sounds of ruffling leaves
falling from the sky.

might i make you laugh a little?
might i make you cry?
might just spread your wings a little,
catch a glimpse of you in the sky.

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a penny for your thoughts?
though a penny’s not a lot.
not in all the world is copper mint
to match the way in which you think.

---

tell me where you are,
tell me where you’ve been
to take my mind off
the mess that i am in.

---

they have yet to make a pill
that betters all that ails us,
and for all the things we think to do
it’s our lack of thought that fails us.

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this is not the poem,
not the one you sought.
just scattered words here,
a conversation with thought.