Arjun Yadav

I write poetry almost every day, most of it isn't very good nor very long - but I enjoy the process of distilling my thoughts into a few couplets. Enjoy!

Borealis

May 13, 2024

The aura around you scares you from within,
"But alas, how can I change,
won't they end up finding me a little strange?"
So you cast that thought away,
and lay down to watch the Borealis
enchant you today.

Animals, All of Them

May 12, 2024

The gallows echo with laughter,
for the hangman played his last letter.
"A bad man", they all say.
"Animals, All of Them" is all you can say.

Headache

May 11, 2024

Ash from the timber flows through you,
the trigger is in place too.
All one can do is wait and see,
and hope for their headache to subceed.

Closer

May 08, 2024

To feel closer to something,
is to feel some familiar sense of longing.
To be closer to something,
is to be at peace with a renewed sense of meaning.

Free Will

May 04, 2024

As you stand on the edge of a waterfall,
you ask yourself, "why am I above it all?"
Did you come here on your own?
"Of course I did, not behest to the throne."
But you think and start to realize,
that whatever had happened, you'd be here, on the throughline.

Delays

May 03, 2024

What can one do but stare,
in the abyss as his arrival becomes rare.
In the end, "does anyone care?"
But in the end, at least you dared.

Honour

May 02, 2024

Redemption, measurable it is not.
But whose there to count? One caught
in the act isn't to care.
But taking that first step?
Only few men would dare.

Mayday

May 01, 2024

Mayday! Mayday!
But we stand in fear.
A fear that's gripping,
us all, a song leaving them in tears.

Reflection

Apr 30, 2024

Ocean

Gaze your eyes upon the ocean,
where man often refines their notion.
As you walk away from the sun,
you'll find the true meaning of a job well done.

Dread

Apr 26, 2024

Dread is a funny little game,
thinking, thinking, thinking, a shame.
Because imagine what one can do,
if that time was spent on what's true.

Lakeside

Apr 25, 2024

Here I am, by the lakeside,
where no one's around to turn me to faith's side.
But what's one to do,
if and when a man reaches his waste side?