Poems by Kumar Vaitinadin

Feel it all

a poem by Kumar Vaitinadin

Contrast is the word,
Opposite is what it means,
Parallel you can see them,
You see it all,

Feeling the power of loneliness
Enjoying the company of solitude,
You would like it still,
You will like it all,

With no one to speak,
Yet you have a talk,
Having a response from nowhere,
Yet, you talk it all,

Seeing thru’ you closed eyes,
In the middle of mid-night darkness,
All you see is beauty, overall,
You see it all…

Talking to no one,
Seeing thru’ closed eyes,
You do hear the silent talks,
As it happens , you hear it all,

Joy and sorrow, contrast are they,
Sorrow, as you are alone,
Joy, as you know one,
You experience it all,

Right or wrong, you never know,
Right, as it is from your loved one,
Wrong, if it is against,
Sorry, you cannot judge it all,

Expecting your better half,
A door bell or a telephone ring,
As incoming mail or a vehicle stop,
You wait and wait, not for all…

You hate the beauty of rose,
As you know the most beautiful of all
But to see it on her,
You will love it all…

You would cry for joy,
If not laugh at them,
You lighten at sorrow,
You would do it all

A pie for others,
A pendant for her,
Both seems equal,
Unequal accept it, will you not at all…

All these just for one,
One to live with you thru’
Thru’ an endless journey,
You feel it all
“If you fall in love.”

Decadence of our souls

a poem by Kumar Vaitinadin

Sitting in a bus,
Watching as lives rush,
Pondering over lost thoughts,
Trying to find unanswerables,

Meeting new people,
But a wandering soul can never rest,
All that’s new seems so good,
But a pondering soul can only brood,

Good or bad, time has to say,
Want for good always remains unfulfilled,
Unwant always overflows,
To use them, a sharpened soul is all that’s needed,

Watching the bus speed past,
It’s always hard to digest past,
Time seems to be so fast,
and a soul seems, its rest, to have long lost,

All that’s far seems so real,
Still and so good to watch,
Building castles in the air, so unreal
As we sit trying, the distance, to touch,

Never realise do we,
unreal, the surroundings to us,
Trying to reach the limitless,
We neglect, all that’s in our limits,

The near seems so fast,
Hardly do we glimpse them,
Nor do we try to watch,
forget about the catch,

All we do watch are the milestones,
Each fly across the memory lane
All it denotes is just
We are nearing our rest,

Foresee a little into future,
See it pass by us,
enjoy the taste of the past,
Things we never do

Keep looking at the distance,
Letting time kill us,
Felling the pain of past and present,
That’s nature and what we do…

A hard fact to digest,
Neither a costly shoe cannot cover a head,
Nor a cheap cap protect your feet,
All we try is just that,

Paying importance to what is past,
Never thinking of the present,
Forgetting about the future,
What we have achieved is…

“Decadence of our souls”

Diamond – A Monologue

a poem by Kumar Vaitinadin

Living down under,
Waiting for a total surrender,
Dug from down beneath,
Feeling good, being unearth,

Seeing a new dimension,
had I down under a too long suspension,
Waiting to be purified,
think I ll be glorified.

Sitting in the soft arms
being hugged all around,
A feeling that really harms,
But I am fully wound,

Washed by a soft cloth,
cleaned, and cleaned to the core,
Think till now I had a wrath,
feeling pure and glorified to the core!!!

The thrill that made me,
me, my own very self,
the shiver that ran through me,
not out of fear, but of excitement,

Me, a symbol of sins,
the feeling made me rinsed,
Now, a symbol of purity,
The feeling of forever existense,

To sharp me, my inner,
I needed this,
This one equal to me in all,
All that I’ve been waiting for is this,

I am my Very self,
“Pure and for sure feeling glorified”.