Rohit Ullal Rao

Rohit Ullal Rao Poems

1.

I have walked empty halls
Dragging my sore feet
I've spoken to blank walls
With no one to greet.
...

Some feel more deeply
Than others, I'm afraid
But they meekly
Keep their feelings
...

Life is a long chase
After things, do you agree
Until there is no trace
Left of us to see.
...

If you won't read a story
Do read a poem
Let the poet have the glory
And art a home.
...

Here's a poem for god
The great almighty soul
Or is that just a facade
A grab for fleeting control.
...

Others have the world
But I have my words
And the words I hurl
Take flight like birds.
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We look for love
In the wrong places
Where, we're happy sort off
Though the love be in traces.
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Life is a deep ocean
Of which i know not the end
There are things in motion
Here, i can't comprehend.
...

If a person can smile
Despite all their pain
They have understood life
And they have an umbrella
...

What a silly thing love is
Folks love only to later hate
A promise sealed with a kiss
Turns into unwanted weight.
...

11.

We drown in many things
Too many to be named
They cut our wings
And leave us tamed.
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My heart is in a cage
And the keys are lost
While I, growing in age
Hold on to the past.
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Crash

I have walked empty halls
Dragging my sore feet
I've spoken to blank walls
With no one to greet.

The prison is in my mind
The walls are in my heart
Both of which are unkind
And they tear me apart.

I am aware, I might fall
And I make a quick dash
But my efforts are small
I stagger and crash.

I try to stand on my feet
But there is nothing left
I feel like dead meat
Of all life bereft.

My body begins to ache
My lips garble sounds
I am asleep but awake
Not yet out of bounds.

The soul is willing
But the body is not
Ready for the killing
The minnow is caught.

And now it matters not
What happens from here
Though I know, I ought
To stand up and cheer.

I know I will stand
And find my feet again
Free my feet buried in sand
Enough of the pain.

Shaking my fists in anger
I put on my boots and dress
It is time to drain
The swamp of bitterness.

And so, there I stand
In the morning sun
And I understand
That I have only begun.

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