Category: The Teenage Years

Crush, Life, Love, The Teenage Years

IN THE SINKING MOATS (This is the first poem I wrote at age 14 in 2002 A.D)

The Divine Bandit

Don’t tell me I’m late

For this little plea

Much I’ve attempted

No way could I dispel it.

I didn’t compel it

But like a thunderbolt,

It struck me.

What am I supposed to do?

Cry; I do feel like but “No”.

Give it up?

Then I won’t be as they say.

A man of substance


Yes I did try.

But ‘twas locked in my heart.

None can tear it asunder.

To evict the love I have.

I set myself on a plinth.

Unmovable I am going to be.


They say love don’t cost a thing.

It may be a platitude.

But in all forms of etiquette,

Mine may cost something.

Then like a soaring lofty cloud

Fill my realm of fantasy

And still my heart won’t rest.

Love, The Teenage Years

THE SOLE ROSE

The Divine Bandit

I traverse the woods,

In search of no other goods,

But a rose of splendid beauty,

With looks of the highest deity,

The winds blow me back,

And the snow falls on me,

And on my head forms a stack,

But I decide to let it be,

I continue on my journey,

Oblivious of my discomforts,

For in search of my honey,

I would withstand problems of all sorts,

Finally I reach the place,

And look all around,

But alas not one single rose,

Can on the ground be found.

Oh I see one,

Precious and smiling,

Despite the blistering cold,

That has sent everything into hiding.

I reach out to pluck it,

Then I hear a horse neigh,

A gallant warrior stands next to it,

And proudly stands in my way,

“Who are you?” he proudly asks,

And follows it with a sneering look,

“I’m a prince” I give the answer,

Only that I don’t appear in a book.

“Ha ha ha” he hollowly laughs,

If you are a prince then I’m a god,

I look myself in the thawing snow,

And I see nothing close to a lord.

My clothes are tattered,

My chin unshaven,

And my face looks battered,

My hair resembles a garden.

I turn around and head home,

But not before one look at her,

I’ll be back my love, I’ll be back,

Only this time we are going home together.