Clouds of Smoke

Clouds of Smoke

Getting lost in the clouds of smoke,

Forgetful of the imminent choke;

Mesmerized by its misty spirit,

She drowns in the fantasy of it.

Walking through the fog of ash,

Even through the litter of trash,

She enjoyed every step by foot

And smiled at the drizzling soot.

I am on the hilltop, she believed,

And felt more alive than relieved.

The smog had become her reality,

Fillng her lungs with congeniality.

It was the only one to be near her,

That promised to be with her forever.

This can be considered as a sequel to Puffs of Smoke.

July 10, 2020

Puffs of Smoke

Puffs of Smoke

Lost and confused, I light a joint;

Minding over matter with no point.

With the first suck of distress,

The poignant past is triggered.

Unsheathing the dagger of bitterness,

It is jabbed until the pain is heard.

The fume is held long enough

Ignoring the shortness of breath.

Then it is whispered out in despair

With well-timed rings of death.

The second smoke is breathed in

For the sake of temporary relief.

With the cuts driving deep within,

The hapless mind is in disbelief.

The final gush of smoke is inhaled

Wishing for a tiny bit of solace.

But the heartbeats are overburdened

By the poisonous vapors of disgrace.

For the end of ageless torment to begin

The soul concedes to depart from the skin.

July 9, 2020

Don't Look Back

Don't Look Back

I said, "Don't look back,"
But my son kept walking
With his head turned back
And a finger in his mouth.

Then he stumbled over a rock
And nearly fell to the ground.
"Look ahead, my son!"
I cautioned him again.
Then he turned his head
To look forward
And suddenly I realized
The truth in those words.

© Amit Herlekar

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Disconnected

Disconnected

I am not sure why

I feel so disconnected sometimes.

Disengaged from the world I live in.

But I want someone to understand that.

I will not ask anyone to help me

But I want to have a conversation

About the longings that crop up

During the late evenings of the day

And... get lost in it.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Someone talk with me, please."

My inner voice screams.

Unfortunately, no one is around

Because it's 3 a.m. I don't like to sleep

So I can't help feeling dejected about myself

And disappointed in everyone else.

"Goodnight, world." I say,

and keep rolling in my bed.

Feb  2017

Loneliness

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Poem Text [Edited, December 1, 2019]

Loneliness is an avenging disease,
For the one who is made to feel lonely.

When I am all alone in this world,
With a mere thought about you
I am never alone ever again.

Do Not Worry, My Dear

Below the Night Sky

Below The Night Sky

Studded with myriad of stars

Up in the dark sky

Alone was the night

Waiting for me

And my thoughts

To wander with noise

For memories of pleasure

Causes soothing tides

Within my heart

Against the roaring sea 

In this silent wilderness

April 2015