"The Wait"

As the clouds formed in the sky,
I looked right up to see the try,
Of stars beneath the misty night,
To shine in darkness, Oh so bright..

I helplessly looked for the moon,
That would be shining bright soon,
But then I realised my bitter fate,
To look for light within my wait.

I turned to see the raindrops fall,
From the clouds, soaring tall,
The pitter patter as they crashed,
Onto hard ground of concrete mashed.

I woke up to see it was day,
The stars had had it up their way,
As the rain, it hadn't stopped,
Through the clouds it still dropped.

I hopefully looked up to see,
A beaming rainbow behind me,
But then I realised my bitter fate,
There was no light within my wait.

So I decided to close my eyes,
Slowly remember all the lies,
The words I spoke, the truth they hide,
All those times that I'd tried...

To forget the darkness, hide the truth,
Beneath the drudgery we call the youth,
just like the clouds hide the sky,
I hid all the things I'd lied...


I hid them so deep within,
that not a soul knew my sin.
One may find, one may search,
But deep within, nothing lurks.

For, all that came had to pass,
Bitter fame and morning grass,
All the love turned to hate,
Like light to darkness within my wait.

                                               -Aneesha Tulluri.

"Now"

What is now, what is then?
What is darkness, when is when?
What are the lies that lie within?
What is this moment but a sin?

Yet another to be thought,
Another war yet to be fought,
Another journey yet to take,
Inside the light yet to awake.

Don't you feel a moment pause?
Slight distress but mostly flaws,
In what is you, the way you think,
How life is seen within a blink.

Things like these remind us how,
Not a moment feels like now,
Not a soul takes time to think,
How moments pass within a wink.

So less time we seem to have,
No time to cry no time to laugh.
As out moments pass right by,
It seems we only have time to die.

But just as we get the rotten thought,
We think of the moments that are not,
Of only no's that came to been,
Of only those who thought to sin.

Yet when they tried they found,
A way to leave them spellbound,
The spells they cast on the place,
On a grateful and worthy spirited race.

So now that I've told you how,
Every moment will be now,
Every thought that lies within.
Is much more than just a sin.

                                     -Aneesha Tulluri

"Days"

Days come and pass by,

As this time seems to fly,

We live in hope that anyway,

Someday we'll all see the day...

Days are good, sometimes bad,

Sometimes these days make you mad,

Sometimes you think you can fly, (-------> me right now, half awake, half in air.)

But then you crash in a bitter lie. (-------> hopefully not me before I finish 2 more poems)

Something falls from above,

The days that are worth of love,

But sometimes all they're worth is hate,

Bitter truth, terrible fate.

If only a day was worth the time,

If only I'd found a better rhyme,

With me, my soul and my life,

'Cause my ink is my weapon, my sharp swiss knife.

What are those words that echo?

Behind my mind, voice of a gecko,

My words my diamonds, used to cut,

Cut the minds of non-thinkers shut.

For, I it is who needs to think,

For I will find and I will blink,

Will I find the answer to these days?

In god knows how many ways.

 

                                             -(A very very very very tired and sleepy) Aneesha Tulluri. 

"Luck"

A round man, tummy tucked,
Walks the road without his luck,
Not a thousand, but a few,
Of  his orders very due.

He looked for work to earn a buck,
For, this man drove a pick up truck,
This one didn't earn him though,
He didn't know which way to go.

As he walks he falls down,
Bumps his head onto the ground,
But something seems to cushion the fall,
Right back up he stands tall..

He looks at the thing that had saved,
And his head had bumped into no crusade,
But this thing wasn't existent,
in fact, it was sheer persistent.

"It was luck." he goes to say,
And proceeds to walk along his way,
As he walks, he bends down,
This time an attempt to touch the ground.

For, he had thought seen had he,
A lot of money, food to be,
But this time judgement did not fail,
As sitting there, long it hailed...

Not a few, but a thousand,
Dollars, great width to spend.
"It was luck." he goes to say,
And proceeds to walk along his way.

His path now is full of dents,
Wife dead and heart to amend,
Just then, a ring is heard,
He picks his phone, hears a word.

Eyes filled with tears of joy,
"A father you are to a healthy boy."
Hearing these words, he runs back home,
Lights flash, eyes are shown.

As he looks into his son's' eyes,
Closed shut but happiness in disguise,
He kisses the forehead of the newly born,
And once again he could've sworn...

That his wife had been oh so ill,
This baby was against her health's will..
"It was luck." he goes to say,
And walks his life along this way.

                                             -Aneesha Tulluri. 

"Heaven"

Where witty comebacks turn to worthless hours,
Where the spirit of children is forever devoured,
Where one can never see the distant shame,
This place called heaven, forever the same.

Where be mountains, hills and misty stops,
Where one fragile heart never stops,
Where no patter is heard of pouring rain,
This place called heaven, forever insane.

Where you and I are I and you,
Where looking simply at things we do,
Our humble spirits touch the fame,
This place called heaven, forever the same.

Where nothing is of value, especially a heart,
Where one doesn't know where to start,
Where love is simply a violent game,
This place called heaven, forever untamed.

Where a few words break a million hearts,
Where confidence shatters, pain it starts,
Where the smallest of souls forget their aim,
This place called heaven, forever the same.

Where men are hunted for their skin,
Where women are reminded of their sins,
Where one disabled is simply lame
This place called heaven, forever holds name.

                                                        -Aneesha Tulluri.


(P.S. This poem is about Hollywood. Of course I didn't need to explain that..it just ruined everything. Ugh. Why do I always mess things up?)

"Empty Minds."

Here's to all the empty minds,
Here's to all the mysterious finds,
Here's to the culture that forever binds,
All of us people, many of kinds.

Here's to all those in doubt,
What to even be thinking about,
A mind so empty, hidden behind,
Here's to all those empty minds.

Here's to the darkness behind the light,
Here's to your conscience, forever that fights,
Inside you are empty, empty as a hole,
Here's to all those empty souls.

Here's to the answer to your questions within,
Here's to the mercy to all your sins,
Your mind may be empty but whole be your heart,
Here's to you, a work of art.

The struggle is real, real is pain,
Is he thinking or am I insane?
Is anything real behind all blind?
Is anything within an empty mind?

I look deep, deep within,
I look at the places where I've been,
I look through every single page,
The world is blurred, life is a stage.
 
                                                   -Aneesha Tulluri.

"Fate"

No matter how much you might fear,
No matter how much you may wait,
You know nothings always here,
Except you, me and our bitter fate.

Bitter I use to describe this form ,
Of our cold, hard luck deformed,
As sweet it may be at times,
But reason it is for all the crimes.

It plays a game as if running wild,
It's the reason for every mother and child,
It's the fear behind ones wait,
Just the work of what we call fate.

It's all written some place I say,
It's just a matter of the roles we play,
Perfectly balanced, too good to be true,
Too much related to the things we do.

"If only I'd written the perfect book."
"If only I didn't care of how I look."
"If only that day I hadn't feared."
Well my darlings, I'd have to be deared.

It was all written long before,
Before you were even made mi amor,
Before this very universe was born,
Before had come this blissful morn'.

                                                  -Aneesha Tulluri.