EXCEPTION

     ~EXCEPTION~

Nobody in my life

Is who I thought they were

Except You!

For when I am alone and feeling lonely,

Thoughts of you rush through my minds in frenzy.

You are my all in all

And if life could be lived each day

Without any death penalty-

I would wish to live it forever with you

To always see you-

And the reflections of your emotions

In the mirrors of your eyes.

For I have walked miles

And found none but liars.

Like birds of the field search, searched I

But like a confused miner, nothing found I.

Nobody in my life

Is who I thought they could never have been

Except You!

What importance could it be?

But even with nothing, yet-

There was something special

As fake as a rock could be

There was still something noticing,

 Something unique after series of patient study

There went sparkles, sparkling

Even though in all my life

Nobody-yes nobody!

In all my life

Is this bright I thought they were

Except You!

Truly, you are an exception.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

POOR THING

~Poor Thing~

The sun is hiding,

Darkness is raining upon 

The surface of the earth.

These are the scariest part

Of major mortal existence.

Men are tired of nights 

Yet their spirits cannot

Stop welcoming them

Into their abode.

Most who try to manage it with opened eyes

End up with closed eyes

And sometimes with stiff bodies.

Lazy thing!

They offer nothing interesting 

To the dead body and awaken minds

But still gives the oblivious 

Bodies reasons to trust

After they've walked

Thousands of miles

Visited thousands of unsure places

Jumped millions of taller mountains

Crossed a billion wide furious oceans

Met many familiar faces

And yet cannot make out

One identity of what they've seen-

Poor Souls!

It’s the most terrible state

Of every second existence

Where a minute costs a billion Dollar bill

And time can be cheated.

Where familiar places are

Usually decorated in different garments

Where one can be lost in his own home

And men and women can

Be strangers to their own selves.

Where higher mountains can be jumped down

Like just a steep.

An existence where all these

Are done in a second. 

Poor Thing!

I don’t blame you

For your tiredness and forgetfulness.

You roam than enough, so don’t say-

Dreams are what we eat

When I want to know where you've been

For dreams aren't what we eat!

Dreams are where we go

Where we spend time

With our second selves

During our daily death.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

WHO MADE HIM?

~WHO MADE HIM?~

He walks on the streets of dust

He finds no rest after dusk

Yet he seems to be invisible-

He is human, and that fact

They are afraid to face

But why can't they see him as thus.

His skins are broken, teethes are rotten

And as for his black hair,

All transformed to yellow.

He's black-not white

Neither an albino nor blonde.

Was this the way he was made?

But who made him?

And why made him?

These questions they are confused at.

Some say for an experiment

And if it be the truth,

Why him?

I can see him under a tree

 Trying  to hide from the sky’s sympathy

He feels lonely and drenched.

Someone please find him a shelter

Though He is half buried in mud

As the skies cry for his welfare.

Yet he can't help it

Because he is mad.

But who made him?

And why made him?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

DON'T FORGET TO SMILE

~DON'T FORGET TO SMILE~

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

BRAGS OF TIME

~Brags Of Time~

Running-running from a circle

About a circle

Along a circle

Beyond circles

Fastest nothing could ever beat

I run so swift

I wonder what shoes

You slip into each day

I must say, I never change my shoes!

My constant velocity-no trace of retardation

Has

Drilled philosophers from time immemorial

So for my defeat they sought my burial

But because my nature no man could describe

I take upon myself the responsibility of their burial.

 My Movements are unimaginable

Date wishes she could meet me

Again after each first sight.

My ways are parallel-no one could ever meet

My age too many a figure to utter

No talkative can pronounce

Since generations long

From short obedience

To core disobedience

To molten disobedience of famous rogues

Whom I sat and watched

Their follies a while-without forgetting

My duties and responsibilities-

I wait no man!

For man’s ways are not my ways.

They are losers and wasters!

Even in crossed fingers

I find my ways through with ease

I fly away with every breeze.

When men’s heart are torn with pain

I still do not wait-I do my job, I proceed

For I am not man’s slave

But away I go!

Some say, I am smart

I mount on wings of angels

And away I fly!

Well, keep on saying losers!

While most stake their

Hopes, passions and dreams on me

I still have less to spend on them.

Both believers and unbelievers

Believe in me

For I bring them seasons and reasons

To avenge and revenge

My belts are tight fasten with no release

I have no friends so

I spend not much of myself

I am greedy, selfish and self-contained

I am boring like a hit and run lover

But my ways are straight

Cause when once done with

One thing I never repeat.

Most people of long and now used to say I will tell

Well, this is what they wished to hear.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

GRIEVE

~GRIEVE~

I sit and cry not because I am deprive

To describe my deepest grieve.

From different tribes

Yet we tried not to be bribed

Yes! We strived and lived

Together in truth as troops

Avoiding the tooth for a tooth of our day.

Can you remember?

Would you ever?

Never worry for indeed we are sorry all sorry

And we shall all remember your story,

That became our worry.

On the tombstones of our hearts

We shall inscribe them

For we can say no more

When the owner has taken

Back that which is His.

Even if we insist, he would resist for-

It is still His

But we shall always

Remember you forever more.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

ACCEPT ME AS I'VE COME

~ACCEPT ME AS I'VE COME~

Here I come, Oh! Here I am

With eyes filled with tears

And body cracked due to drought

To your shrine, even in my tattered regalia

I come to your shrine

And as I’ve come, I’ve come not to ask

Not for a pesewa, a penny

Nor even for a pin.

But with a little cola

I took with me; I come to offer from a fat heart.

Accept me and accept my offering

As I kneel in your shrine.

Oh! God of my father’s fathers

Despise me not, for my rotten teeth

And my bushy armpits

As I raise my voice and hands in praises and adoration.

Let not the sight of them poison your Mercies,

Your kindness and your forgiving nature.

Nor deafen your ears

And make all your praises I sing gibberish

But even in my bad breath

Please do find a sweet scent of Gratitude

A scent of appreciation.

As you sit on your throne.

For even if you cannot take me with my sight

I will require you to hide thy face and

Spare me your nose and ears

For even as I am I complain not because I cannot

Afford neither a toothpick nor a razor

I am much grateful

For if I cannot afford a tooth pick and a razor

You pick and raise me each day

So I can afford a life.

---Fampah Coyish---

THEORIES

~THEORIES~

Who is willing to listen?

Listen to a dead man’s dream

It would be awful and-

Nobody would love to have such

Painful experience

Even if hell paid much.

Who would love to sleep?

Just to wake up and realise

He is but just a shadow

And that all he could see are

Real except himself.

All those who say life is fun

Would definitely have a reason

To come back from their dead.

Life is unpredictable and-

Being true is not like being honest.

Dead men are clever-

They hold the keys of truth left

for the living.

The ghost weeps along

With the mourners not for his departure

But how brighter their hearts shine

Than a morning star-

As they watch with tears of joy

The beginning of his silent journey

Whilst muscular arms lower his

Caravan into the earth

They cry heartlessly their laughs out!

Sometimes those who frowns at us

Really means no harm at all.

Not all stern lookers are enemies

They just see no why to smile at times

For hidden smiles are purer than air.

Well-wishers are smart with words

And clever in speech,

They utter out of the abundance of grammar at heart.

But wisdom lies in the bosom

Of a stammering heart

As stupidity often lies not in the heart of the stupid

But in the heart of the wise

Who often wants to be heard

In life, the beautiful ones have the most flaws.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013