Poisoned Lullaby

I wrote this long ago. I wrote this when I even questioned my mere existence. Do I even matter? I still am not sure. But I am sure of this: I will make myself matter. So, the title. Lullaby because these things helped me sleep like lullabies help a child sleep but its poisoned i.e. infected as it's not feel-good one. Sorry for that.

Poisoned Lullaby
By: Akhilesh Agarwal

Hold my hand, lead me down the stairs
Out of my dreams and into the world
It has been days, I long ago died

It has been quite a time since I breathed my last
I was always slow and world ever too fast
Would you lie on my sorrows and pump my heart
And glue my shattered pieces after I am apart?

I am as close to Hell as close I am to Heaven
Golden stairs made of steel, here I am
Would you give me a reason to live another night?
To think of sin, am I not right?
Well, who is to decide when He isn't even there?
Well, why to be if it will all eventually end?

Sun And Sand

Imagine this: Friendship. Laughter. Love. Those moments you feel infinite. You feel alive. Every single cell in you. And you are just glad you are here. Such friends are hard to come by. I write for one of mine.

Sun And Sand
By: Akhilesh Agarwal

Just think of a day, a day that shall be
When we are old and stupid, you see
We are sitting by a sea, murmuring them tree
Our feet intertwined, our smiles wide as world
So happy are our eyes, all our dreams realized
Of course we had troubles and we made million mistakes
But hope got us through, our friendship made it through
And you look at me and say, "Why did I even befriend thee?"
I smile and say, "That fact even escapes me."
And we laugh as the sun rises over the sea
And I realize how lucky I am to have a friend in thee.

Too Much of Talk

I wrote this poem in January'13. It was my tenth grade. I had to decide my career and I was terribly confused. I was so interested in learning everything. Be it Literature or Psychology or Medicine or Physics and unluckily, I just couldn't choose it all. I had to decide and I had to decide fast. I narrowed it down: To be a Writer or a Doctor? And then I decided I shall be both: A saviour through words, a saviour through pills. So, now I am preparing for my Medical Entrance Exams and penning my thoughts. Happy Times!

This poem is basically about me in my search of myself.

Too Much of Talk
By: Akhilesh Agarwal

The man asked me who I was
A simple question, really
I looked at him and through the space
If only I knew surely

He raised his eyebrows high
As I gazed upon the sky
The earth rushes me forward as
The birds try to answer me as they fly

He clicks his tongues and shakes me
Time is of essence, you see
But I can't take a step beyond
Without knowing what lies beneath me

So I decide to stand still
No matter how much other will
And the man shakes his head and leaves me
And finally it is me who I see

Vines

Vines

By: Akhilesh Agarwal

 

Blinding lights

This city hits me

With full force

It drags me

In its vines

All your love

It seeps through me

Into the abyss

It invites me

In its vines

Maybe I shall find there

What I seek in thee

Or maybe I shall not

Ever be free

Swollen bones, Empty lives

"Look around, can’t you see?

The tender strings, His eyes"

I am already

In His vines

 

 

Empty Glass

Empty Glass

By: Akhilesh Agarwal

 

When you have got no money

When you have got no sense

Just a little broken heart

That’s not ready to mend.

 

Yeah, that is when you smile so

The tears in your eyes row

You know good is coming

You just got to wait, oh.

 

Don’t close your eyes if not the sun

Because then you miss the stars too

Don’t close your heart, spill everything

So that you don’t miss her terribly too.

 

 

Feather Light

Feather Light

By: Akhilesh Agarwal

Like a feather upon this world he lay

Gently, so unsurely

He thought he knew everything

Swiftly and sugary

He was at the precipice, he knew

Falling to the deep

But there was something about the height

The fear creep, the fear creep.

The steel melting away and resolve giving

May he fall to fail

He closed his eyes and fell into infinite

But minister, there was no bail!

What Does It?

"What lies before us and what lies beyond us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. " -Ralph Waldo Emerson

What Does It?

By: Akhilesh Agarwal

Faith makes you do wonderful things, they say

I hear them with hands in my lap

Stories in my eyes swim away with softest of breezes

Hold them, they are a trouble worth

And they again say, keep faith

I hear them with hands in my lap

They say death is after all just the beginning

And everything of past aren't a trouble worth

Faith will get you through this, they cry

They are like black clouds in a golden sky

They keep me from truth, they know it too

In times like this, only time shall do.