Category Archives: Poetry

Sometimes stuff rhymes, most of the time not, I don’t write for anyone or any one thing, I write because I am propelled to write…and most of the time, what I write becomes poetry.

13
Sep

‘I strive for perfection’

I strive for perfection,
but there is no such thing
I listen to music,
so beautiful, how it will bring
Time…alone the notes will play
natural, but only a moment to stay
Weather so mine, a day of moments
climbed to the top of this trail
Betrayal…
Now I wonder this, with notes that rhyme
for a gentlemen, not yet seen his prime
Alive he sits in an empty room
Alive he sits on a stool
hands of pain, gifted, yet thought of shame
Can one recover?
of all he lost?
Pieces float upon his mind
He left behind…
Eyes of sadness, but bring hope
Kind…
he picked up the broken glass
alone in class
One of a creation
So made to accomplish
the notes began to rhyme
so did time
so did time…

© Copyright Mani Amar

13
Sep

‘I am of twenty-one years of age’

I am of twenty-one years of age
I have never had my first subtle kiss
Alone, immersed with love, but of no sage…
I come to disregard, I come to this.

I walk an invisible distance
I walk with a calloused soul;
Years, hours, minutes, all of an instance
My life, darkened, has taken its toll.

Cars unwind, a windy road…
No matter how fast, they pass too slow
Paralyze(d) emotions, it can be an ode
I live this life,…but I live it so.

It takes time to leave this world away
My wonder is continuous, my wonder awry;
My heart pounds, but words cannot say
In sequence to the sunrise, my heart cannot deny…

© Copyright Mani Amar

13
Sep

‘I wake in the middle of the dark’

I wake in the middle of the dark
I turn to my side…
And my hand felt the cold
Where your body was to lay
My hand touched the wall…
And its shadow looked back
I come to a grip
But empty were my hands
Once they caressed hair
Now they pain with blood
I look around, and feel the dark
How it hides my tears
From the one I loved
From the love I once had
I put my head back down
As sorrow sets in
I turn to my side…
As I dream from within

© Copyright Mani Amar

13
Sep

Atlas

Atlas kneeled, with the world ahold
While we stood, his story was told
Atlas knew, it was his fate
The pressure upon him, I can relate
So I sit here now, with the world ahold
Tomorrow death, my story is told
Atlas knew, his place upon the stars
As we watched, from afar

© Copyright Mani Amar

13
Sep

Fiery Friendship

I have forged a fiery friendship
My two sides never did see eye to eye
One the benevolent, caring, child of man and women
The other, vengeful, daring, child of the devil
Now they sit hand in hand, trying to out manoeuvre a complex
What is my next step?, What is yours?
Sadly though, this friendship will ultimately end in bloodshed,
My heart will be torn in two, for who…?
Though this complex is yet to be solved and seen
Charred pieces of broken glass
Have visited me everywhere I have been
When will the snake bite the hate with the poison it deserves
This fiery friendship,
Cannot wait too much longer,
The fire in this friendship, grows stronger.

© Copyright Mani Amar

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In self-reflection; I can honestly say all that is good in my life has been a direct result of my artistic expression. Be it through writing poetry, prose, or philosophy, through painting or photography, or through filmmaking, art saved my life and it can save yours.
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