Poem 153 : The Bearable

 The Bearable

                           - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

The discomfort in new places,

Unknown and new faces,

I am a foreigner in this land,

It is tolerable and I can.

The mocking voices,

And wavering choices,

The bullies and giggles,

It is bearable and I can.

The false claim,

Insult of my name,

An unwavering gossip,

It is unbearable but I can.

The disrespect and abuse,

A tiresome disrepute,

None to turn for comfort,

I am leaving forever.

The bearable is no more,

It is unbearable for ever more.

Poem 152 : Sickness In Idleness

 Sickness In Idleness

                                - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Sourness in my tongue,

Heaviness in my lung,

A bitterness in my mouth,

An unknown fatigue,

Unknown dryness on my lips,

No productive nature,

Time passing away,

Unproductive mind,

Conscience is pierced,

No sleep to calm down,

In emptiness, no peace,

Idleness is an unease.

Poem 151 : The Broken Glass

 The Broken Glass

                             - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Transparency is maintained,

Pure transparency contained,

Anything can pass through,

My vision and mission is clear,

All the fog and smog may hinder,

You are the truth but fragile,

Your brokenness is so fatal,

None can touch you,

A trust and truth broken,

Pierces every man trying to mend,

But nobody can mend you back,

You make everyone suffer,

If I mend you I bleed,

Bleeding just from the contact,

I cannot touch your brokenness,

You are lost forever more.

Poem 150 : Drained Energy

 Drained Energy

                             - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Just mere flesh and blood,

No thoughts and no flood,

No more smiles and laughter,

More are the evilness around,

The evil unleashed to disturb,

A cheerful soul which lived once,

Innocent soul, so unique in nature.

But dead, it is forever now,

The body with it's flesh and blood,

A damage so well done,

Excellent performance by the evil,

Tampering and scratching the peace,

The body is now at no ease,

But it is mentally dis-eased.

Poem 149 : Revolving Pasts

 Revolving Pasts

                              - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Circles with no end,

A vicious circle should end,

No mark of origin,

None to mark the end,

The cycles of anger and pain,

Falling upon like an acid rain,

The rain with contamination,

A contaminated space of a nation,

History repeating it's pattern,

Events forming life pattern,

Bleeding without cotton,

The wound, unwound and exposed,

Now I am dead and rotten,

The past rotting and clotting,

Breath pausing and resuming,

Nearing the death bed,

Waking up in the life bed,

Time moving past,

Times of future to come,

Rottenness of mind and soul,

Still remains fresh,

For the days are more.

Poem 148 : Near A Trap

 Near A Trap
                         - T ABRAHAM

https://www.slideshare.net/3067SweetyNCRDelhi/the-rattrap-pptpptx

A place of fantasy,

The place of total misery,

Mask of goodness,

The masked evilness,

No fantasy, nothing good,

The devil and misery,

Rattraps of the world,

Trapping the mind,

Intellect for crimes,

Misusing the trust,

Fakeness coming out,

Intentional crimes,

Nothing unintended to rhyme,

The trap is around,

Nothing can surround,

A crash to break,

No more innocence,

Never will I be present,

A more safe place,

Search for truth,

Nothing can trap me,

Nor am I trapped,

The search continues,

Finding comfort and peace,

Comfort in true fantasy,

A truth found in peace.

Poem 147 : Diminishing Life

 Diminishing Life

                                 - T ABRAHAM

https://www.istockphoto.com/vector/concept-of-depression-gm1385509372-444229045?phrase=man+in+fog

Fogginess surrounding,

Fakeness in the surrounding,

The glasses with the fog,

Trees turned to logs,

Big blocks by the logs,

Movement in stagnation,

Foulness surrounding everywhere,

The foulness in the evil,

Crimes smelling foul,

The nature, unpredictable,

The judgement is true,

Being judgmental, called rude,

Never been so rude,

The judgement at my first sight,

The first impression,

Stopped the fog of depression.