soi-disant

Every last word I write
is worth my first.
I use it to glean
the heart of every feeling.
It takes me places I’ve never been.
I have urges to turn back time
not knowing why.
I decide to ride with it sometimes.
Heal.
Sometimes I just want to shoot
way into the future.
See if all that I hate is gone.
So I’d be free of thoughts
of righting wrongs.
Lay there with songs
and vague remains
of a distant friend…
As life ticks on
in soi-disant rhythm.

I n t e r s t i c e

when that changes to this
a bliss it isn’t always
intruders and interferers
uninvited 
i n t e r s t i c e
stay long enough
to fade a love
and all that it says

accoutrement

my boat sails
no strings attached
love patches all over 
I stay detached
at a loss of
sweet accoutrement
my oar, my core
in love’s increment
I drift 
yearning your shore. 

Burgle!

Each time

You burgle my heart

I’m not shocked

Cause you are reason

I leave the key right there

In the lock!

Picaresque!

You and I see
what turns
this planet, its people
grotesque.
Oh I’m glad we don’t
go with the flow
but sit here
with those words we know
to curse
the world’s picaresque!

Opine

inclined
weak in the mind
for signs you wait
put your trust
in effing fate
in a cue queue
you live
a lie
time goes by;

life smiles
a sad one
you stand
amid this grapevine
your pretense
making no sense
in fear you give ear
to your heart
I opine
you hear me
you decide
never again
to get in line.
—-

©Nitya Swaruba. 2017

Flagrant

billions of pins
stabbing her cushion
dragging lives without vision
at nature’s loss
filling vacant spaces
at any cost;

she accepts the dead
and every birth
among her scars
there’s mirth;

ignoring deeds
merciless and flagrant
beautiful earth
she’s been more than patient
…..
#poetry #poems #earth #beautiful

©Nitya Swaruba. August 23, 2017

nobby

fashion’s not my hobby
nor do I dress like Dobby
but everywhere I go
there’s an attention tow
guess I’m unconsciously nobby!

…..

©Nitya Swaruba, Aug 22, 2017