Mihir Kamat

Tag: despair

  • Unplugged

    Where there was once time
    To look into her eyes
    And find my world
    Hidden deep within them
    I’m now left staring
    Into four-inch screens
    Trying to hold on
    To a shred of a relationship.

    Where there once was space
    To hum along a melody
    Or to find an old record
    And relate to its sweetness
    But all that remains
    Are the screeches and squeals
    Of the musically impaired.

    Traveling through life
    So dependent on gadgets
    And gizmos and computer networks
    That I hardly seem to talk these days
    Or touch, feel, smile, and really communicate
    Those small things that need communicating.

    So desperately searching
    For the brakes on this derailed engine
    Hurtling down this path of insanity.

    Maybe all that I need
    Is a hand to hold,
    Or the company of a friend
    Maybe the loyalty of a pet
    Or a gentle kiss

    Maybe those are the things
    I’d ponder upon
    “What could I have done differently?”
    When I’m old and actually plugged to a box
    That is keeping me alive

    Maybe it’s time someone pulls the plug.

    © 2014 Mihir Kamat

  • Drunk

    I hold a glass, half-empty
    With a heart half full –
    A match made in heaven.

    I sink my first one;
    It burns over melting ice
    Sparking my tongue tip
    Leaving a halo of bitter sweetness

    Adventurous; I pick up another
    Guzzle it down like water
    Attempt to drown emotion
    In an alcoholic flood
    Giving it time to let me feel
    Light headed, open-minded
    Like I need a hug

    I try another one, slowly this time
    As I drink with my eyes first
    Then my mouth; enjoying the moment,
    Savoring the taste,
    Being one with its smooth body
    As the liquid caresses my throat
    Filling my heart with inner peace.

    Like everything in the world
    That looks so much more beautiful
    Through my intoxicated eyes
    As rules go out the window.

    Okay, maybe all but one –
    No spilling!

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
  • Checkmate

    Checkmate

    Last dark day in the sunset
    Living under the shadow of death
    Knives and daggers drawn, at the ready
    A moment’s notice to exhale

    His troops lined up; the general in position
    For one last brave attempt
    He silently hopes; nay prays
    For a miracle
    But he knows the end is near.

    No sight of food or water for days
    And memories of loved ones
    Slowly fading away
    Like that ounce of strength
    That was here just a minute ago.

    You could hear a pin drop
    As not a soul breathes…
    The warriors wait with bated breath
    Await their turn to make a tryst with destiny
    Or simply bite the dust.

    Alas! The light changes; cornered!
    Trapped like vermin in a carefully placed net
    Outwitted by the crafty foe

    Shoulders drop
    Helmets feel heavy
    Shields unnecessary for what’s in store
    Their fate known in advance.

    No place to run or hide; just die
    Pierced like an ugly pin cushion.

    Checkmate.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
  • What do you do?

    What do you do?

    What do you do
    once you’ve done everything
    to apologize?

    Where do you go
    when the last place you feel safe
    is compromised?

    How do you escape
    a closed, dark room
    with no hint of a door?

    Whom do you trust
    when the one you depended on
    is no more?

    How do you feel
    when the reality you live in,
    isn’t real?

    What remains
    when the knife that cuts you
    is made of cold and cruel steel?

    What do you have
    when all that’s left are
    blood, sweat and tears?

    How do you face
    that fear you’ve been running from
    all these years?

    How do you speak
    when the words are gone
    and you have nothing to say?

    What do you do,
    when the light at the end of the tunnel
    seems to be fading away?

    How do you answer
    so many questions
    when you don’t have a clue?

    When you’re helpless,
    beyond a smidgen of hope,

    what do you do?

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
  • Why can’t I just get over you?

    Why can’t I just get over you?


    (verse one)
    Not a single moment passes me by
    I’m losing the plot of life
    No reason for me to stay
    Or wake up; to start my day

    (chorus)
    Can’t stop thinking about the things you do
    And every thought just makes me blue
    Please, why can’t I get over you?

    (verse two)
    I was just another regular guy
    And then you came into my simple life
    Your turned me right upside down
    Bringing me to come around

    (repeat chorus)

    (verse three)
    Every day and night I spend reminiscing
    How our eyes would meet; we’d end up kissing
    Now I want to run; just run away
    Far away from this dark shade of gray

    (repeat chorus)

    Please, why can’t I get over you?
    Why can’t I just get over you?

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
    Image courtesy Google.
  • All my heart

    All my heart

    I feel my heart beat for a while
    Throbbing wildly in its bony cage
    Vibrations resonating across my hands
    Surely a sign that I’m still alive?

    Well, it used to be more than that, before
    My heart knew of pain and loneliness
    But, t’was capable of emotions far superior
    Fluttering with your every touch

    You placed your palm upon my chest
    And felt its rhythm; crests and troughs
    For it would know safety once more
    Only in the care of your arms

    With every breath of air you’d take
    My heart would quietly surge and swell
    A gentle thump around my ribs
    Your touch would make me feel this way

    Alas! You went so far away…
    Robbed it of its zeal to exist
    It felt like dying everyday
    For want of reason to stay alive

    My heart’s the only thing I have
    To let you know how much I care
    And with every breath I’ll give my best
    To love you with all my heart.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
    Image courtesy of HD Wallpapers.com
  • Beautiful misery

    Beautiful misery


    Love is just wonderful, isn’t it? You feel like you can live without it, but your mind keeps coming to things you’re not ready to let go of.

    (verse one)

    When I close my eyes
    I see a vision of your face
    All my troubles are gone
    Gone without a trace

    And when I see your eyes
    They’re all I want to see
    That one moment in time
    You set me free

    You set me free…

    (chorus)

    Even though you’re so far away
    I feel you are so near
    Every time I think of you
    Life becomes crystal clear

    You’re that breath of fresh air
    That’s keeping me alive
    Without you I don’t think
    I really can survive

    So please accept my love
    And put me out of my

    Beautiful misery…

    (verse two)

    Your smile is like the sweet sunshine
    It takes me high above
    Your touch is all I want to feel
    Something I can’t get enough of

    I wish that you were close to me
    Because it hurts so bad
    Being away from you so long
    You were everything I had

    Everything I had…

    (repeat chorus)

    So please accept my love
    And put me out of my

    Beautiful misery.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
  • My hero

    My hero

    I’m standing here in these dark woods
    The rain lashes out and drenches me
    Cold shivers run down my spine
    And my feet are numb;
    My mind is uneasy, my pulse racing
    I can smell my own fear.

    I beg that this pain ends;
    The suffering stops
    The emptiness goes away.
    My heart craves for someone to rescue me
    My savior, my hero.

    I pray to all the gods I believe in
    Clinging on to that thread of faith.
    But the mind knows;
    No one is coming.
    Desperation gets the better of me
    Like a dark serpent choking the life
    Out of my lifeless body.
    Soon the shoulders drop
    The body slumps
    It feels like it is all going to be over soon.

    And then a sudden realization dawns upon me.
    I realize I’m alive.
    More alive than I ever was.
    Still moving, breathing.

    And then the heart feels warm
    The rush of blood pumping through myriad veins
    With the energy of courage.
    The will to fight takes over.
    The will to survive.
    The seeds of my actions
    Seem to rip apart the darkness
    And bear fruit.

    I survive.

    And there have been many times since then
    When I was on the verge of quitting
    Or holding on for dear life.
    I didn’t need anyone else.

    For when I needed my savior,
    I didn’t need to look far.

    I was,
    My hero.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
  • The hangman

    The hangman

    A wintry day, not so long ago
    Amidst the falling flakes of snow
    A man was taken to the gallows
    His lips were pale, his skin was sallow

    But no sign of fear; no glint of sweat
    No show of remorse, no hint of regret
    For he was proud of what he had done
    If it were left to him, he’d watch them all burn

    He sneered and hissed and laughed aloud
    And pointed fingers at the crowd
    He cursed, he bellowed, “I will rise again,
    I will be back to cause more pain!”

    The hangman, he was brave and tough
    Made up his mind; he’d had enough
    He shouted, “Quiet, now this must end
    To hell’s dark depths you must be sent”

    The mad man looked him in the eye
    He knew he was about to die
    But he laughed away with merry mirth
    The blood-curdling sound seemed to shake the earth

    The noose tied tight around his head
    With one fell swoop the man was dead
    His legs flailing with the wind so strong
    A quiet end to a life of wrong

    Another year; another night
    Through the darkness pierced the light
    The sun brightened up the early morn
    While a woman screamed, her baby born

    And as the wall clock counted five
    His promise kept; he was alive
    The man had risen from his tomb
    He made his way to her tender womb

    The baby laughed; it did not cry
    You could see the evil in its eyes
    His promised revenge had just begun
    The hangman was now blessed with a son

    The baby, his child; his son indeed
    Poisoned fruit born of his own seed
    The years went by; the day had come
    The child knew what he needed done

    The child was stronger than before
    The hangman could not fathom what was in store
    The child went about his killer spree
    The father hung from atop a tree;

    Then the child laughed; without rhyme or reason
    The madness evident in its ghastly completion
    There was no remorse; no place for sorrow
    A dystopia in the wake of tomorrow.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
    Inspired by this week’s writing challenge.

  • Worth waiting for

    A gentle rose
    Waits for you
    Your touch, your caress
    Your gentle care

    Its scent intoxicates
    Mesmerizes
    Throws me off balance
    Just like you do

    It asks to be placed
    In your hair so silken
    It begs to adorn
    Your radiant beauty

    The rose is simple;
    It wants to fulfill
    Its purpose in life
    To be an object of beauty

    But it cannot wait longer
    For it will die;
    It simply cannot live
    Staying away from you so long

    But I believe, against hope
    It would live till you came back
    Because I know for a fact
    You’re worth waiting for.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
    Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt – Cupid’s arrow
    Featured image courtesy of Google.