let me be

you chose your path
I too have to go my way
my outwardly open palms
will not close and let me sway
listen up because
I got only this much to say

I am moving ahead
sidestepping obstacles in my way
so-called promises of forever
wouldn't let me sway
listen up because
I got few more words to say

my silences ought to tell you
to keep out of my way
now my closed fists
are making sure, I don't sway
listen up carefully because
now I got nothing else to say

soul thrives in vacuum--Bop Poetry

Posting here, another Bop Poetry. This is in complete opposite voice of what I wrote in my last post. Do read that too, if you have not. I like the refrain thing in the Bop as it kind of makes the whole poem come out in a different way. Read the poem without the refrain and you will know what I mean. Next I will write Beat Poetry. Watch out this space!

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in that wilderness of love
closed eyes picture you
musk smell gets to me
nailed to myself
my senses are alive
yet tranquility permeates

lost in you, your touch, my mind
boggles at different possibilities

beating into me
throb of our indistinguishable skin
I shake out of myself
anchoring into yours
even though you clutch
that vacuum you are so fond of
nothingness is something
in which you thrive

lost in you, your touch, my mind
boggles at different possibilities

skin have their own language
breath speak in silence
closed eyes meet
in the way only they know
cohesion of particles is inevitable
when souls submerge

lost in you, your touch, my mind
boggles at different possibilities

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The Bop:

First stanza, six lines presenting a situation, event, or problem.
Two line refrain.
Second stanza, eight lines, expanding on the first stanza.
Two line refrain.
Third stanza, six lines, resolving or concluding the poem.
Two line refrain.

bop it!

I look above the sky
searching for your face
looking down,
I itch and scratch
stomping my feet
on the ground. don't you know

if I didn’t have rocks in my shoes
I’d run more. to you.

why the hell did I walk
in this heat on the tarred road?
why did I let your words fool me
now my shoes are stuck.
with a false smile on my face
I keep cursing you
and I gotta tell you

if I didn’t have rocks in my shoes
I’d run more. to you.

to have a last look at you
to make you squirm
under my gaze
to shake you from your stupor
wiping your gloating smile
happily watch you disintegrate

if I didn’t have rocks in my shoes
I’d run more. from you.


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Here the refrain line is courtsey of deb

The Bop:

First stanza, six lines presenting a situation, event, or problem.
Two line refrain.
Second stanza, eight lines, expanding on the first stanza.
Two line refrain.
Third stanza, six lines, resolving or concluding the poem.
Two line refrain.