Serial killer escapes jail and assaults innocent dreams

Serial Killer

Clear as muddy sea
I’ll telltale of a killer
Who got caught but fled

Spring of hearts mastered
Got best of us he bastard
Then he killed our selves

He chanced our fine smiles
Left this unending distress
Crushed hope and then bailed

Soft hearts and kind souls
Ours that but turned to black coals
Burned then drowned then sold

Serial killer
Murdered our innocent dreams
Known as mister fear

He destroyed more lives
Then anything else that’s known
in heart feels like a kidney stone


PS: My first attempt at this style of poetry, and did manage to get rid of regularity on the last line. But I loved writing it nonetheless.


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Flickering snow

I would like to know how it feels to grow

with life so good and company above

I would like to see how it feels to feel

the love exists in hearts of yours

I would like to hear the sound of breath

when I put my head on bosoms of yours

But maybe I would not be able to taste

your flame with my flickering snow


You picked me up when I was fragile as glass

was already broken when you cast me far

you fixed me well, you made me strong

You left me then, again broken and alone


I wish I knew if you loved me at all

You lifted my spirits, then threw me down

You killed the dead, before shining him light

You just gave up on me, left without a fight


I wish you loved me, I wish you do

If ever you did, I wouldn’t have let you go

But I guess it’s my fate, to that I bow

to your farewell, my flickering snow.



Poetry by Rees Gargi

signed A Reasonable Guy

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Never Born (if you’re feeling sad)

(7 days after she left me, I became depressed)

I waited for her message, I sat through all night

suddenly we just gave up, not even had a fight

I gazed that screen, wore my blurred vision

As time passed by, season by season

Cold ears, red eyes

I just screamed, inside

I cried to see her text just one more time

I never thought I was that kind of a guy

Moon - Never Born Poem
Never Born – Poetry of Rees Gargi

(After few days, she updated her profile picture. A little less depressed as I sat in a park to enjoy the full moon)

Sat on a bench, dark of the night

I loved the moon, I loved the sight

I smoked, seeing the clouds slide

the sky is gray like this beautiful life

Life this world has, vehemence flowing through veins

If sky was not a living being, why would it stay so strange


But then, I would see silver scars on my moon

which seems to smile upon this lovestruck fool

As I salute him with my smirky blew

To be honest, I need love, I am desperate for you


But it’s alright if you finally left me,

I hope to become better for someone who will need me

I have heard life is alive if some love is shown

Does that mean it’d be dead if we were never born


Smoking - Never Born Poem
Never Born – Poetry by Rees Gargi

(Later that night, as I finally let her leave my mind for a while. Feeling teary but satisfied)

I would walk in the park, I could still feel the chill

In the wintery breeze, I can almost love this shrill

I’ve no regrets, maybe I am too young to carry one

I’ll be grateful to the father. I’ll always be one obedient son

I’ll spend an eternity to see this sky, and probably would never be known

Would life be the same, if I was never born

Burned with Passion

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Elongated with Passion

 Burned with Passion

Sparked with a passion, kind of

as he laid eyes on his dream

He begin to hustle as he saw a glimpse of it

He saw himself accomplished what he needs to be

As if he saw the future, vague, but it felt true to him.

He moved further, cleared the haze himself

worked finely as he cleared all books of the shelf

When that vaguely turned crystal and time elapsed

He knew where he is heading, “oh god! finally” he gasped

Burned with passion by Rees Gargi
Burned with passion by Rees Gargi

He saw his dream and jotted it on a piece of paper

His flame was tough, fiery enough to turn fears into vapors

Burned with passion, he worked unconscious of days and nights

he want to give in everything he got, not to give up, without a fight


He endured the jeerings of people burning with jealousy and hatred

that was in his aware, but he’s shivering now he lost it

Succumbed with passion, was he?

Yes and as he started to lose control

his patience was put to test, his nerves were swole


Once again he remembered his beginning

about how he’d work towards conquering his dream

He can’t stay distracted anymore, he needs to gather up

Fight himself if he has to, but move ahead and grow up

Elongated with passion, he strives to reach the sun

he would get himself burned, exclaimed everyone

This time, it did not stop him as he reached out his hands

As he leaped high, with a considerable height, as he planned


Burned with Flame - Instagram Post
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Lost Soul

Lost Soul

Last night I slept half past four
Couldn’t sleep while my three brothers snore
I stared at the ceiling which reminded me of sky
Like a jolly daylight, moon lit our room bright
I thought of having a dream as I sleep
Lucid to be, I’d like demons to creep
They would not scare me, I’ve seen enough dark
Cold as coldest winters, days fierce and stark

I would like to be scared though; I really need some sleep
How Am I supposed to wake up early, if I don’t stay in my kip
I stood up, emptied snacks into a bowl
Felt too random, curious, anxious, have I lost my soul?

Lost Soul


Lost Souls

Lost Soul

I try to wake up early, and I try to make it out
with a blurred vision I would see, I would hear sound that loud
Then I would put on my glasses, to see the world as it should seem
with stiffed back I would stretch, nature again would look so mean
I’ve seen good times and bad too, but I never seen the best yet
my days would pass by as I, climb up or fall back
I don’t laugh or cry much, I feel very emotionless
I’ve always helped as much as I could, but never heard that one yes
I think God looks after us, or as this was what I used to think
but this is one possibility, and so is that God does not exist
Like this, my day would pass by and as I would go to sleep
And time would go fly till past four, and I would still not even blink.




Just a casual poem, in which I expressed my heart and the story of “how I got fat in last summer” which, to be frank, many of my dearest friends have been asking. So yes, I empty the bowl of snacks every night, I am sleep deprived and my day job includes sitting on a desk for 6 hours straight. Anyways, for more reasonable and logical stuff, follow my Instagram/twitter/facebook @reesgargi

I am including a healthy diet and good workout routine now, for a good mind, you need a healthy functional body.

Cheers ?

Lost Soul

In the Hope

I remember writing this poem about 5 years ago, it was the first poem I ever made. Although I was shy at first, never wanting anyone to see what I write, I finally published this online. For a 17 years old kid, I was not very smart. I made lots of mistakes but did I deserved the sadness? This was the question I would ask myself every night before I sleep. I had lost hope several times, tried to find the peace in myself.

In reality, feeling weak and useless is very common nowadays. I am not the only person who needs encouragement and inspiration. A writer’s job is to make words out of everything: the thing that cannot be expressed otherwise. Words no painting can paint and feel that would touch the insides of your heart and give you goosebumps.

I am too young to think about that, as told to me by many elders. I should liven up a bit and stop worrying about the reality of this cruel world. How could I be happy if there was no hope, no light of love?

Moreover, I found the happiness, the reason I should be happy. I learned that the world is what we see and it is what we make out of it.

I learned to smile and to rise as a guy who believes in the world. There’s hope. It will always be.


In the hope – by Rees Gargi

In the hope, which we mourn

Goodness is murdered brutally

And will to live is gone

Days do pass by, nights still are long

In heart ours evil lives and darkness: it is born

In the hope, which we mourn


A Sad Guy looking fore hope
Guy looking for hope.


When it rains, sadness pours from beyond

Darkness overheads until our path is lone,

Then we wish for warmth and the bond

We find nothing, tears are now grown

Blindfolded with false happiness

In the hope, which we mourn

PS. As an illustration, the painting in this poem is used here with permission, It is called After the Deluge. Read about it here. Not to mention, it is a good read if you like art.

Again, hope is very easy to be found but hard to be contained and no matter how bad things are happening for us, hope can bring lights even in the darkest of the caves. Have a lovely day.


Melody O’ Whit

I was not much into poetry when I first penned down this poem. In fact, this is my second poem among the nine I had written so far. This is about a woman, under a dilemma. I’m not a feminist, to be honest. We all fight for our own rights sometimes, let it be any gender among the two. But this woman, in the poem, has two choices under the circumstances. She can panic and run like a normal person would do, or she can just sit, enjoy some mild music and her cuppa. It’s a war going on for god’s sake.

Melody O’ Whit by Rees Gargi

Fancy a black tea in the hammock

Wore in velvet gown and fedora

With a mild sound of verginal

Tore she red sock lit the menorah

She is a woman of Christian

And her father was a jew

Murdered many men for religion

But she enjoyed her tea like few

She knows she would die alone

Just the like she was born

All the troubles and one of wit

She drinks tea, melody o’ whit

Her smile is innocent as a child

But she is none like religious gits

She knows better to enjoy the state

So she drinks tea, melody o’ whit

Her brother turned to Islam

But he chanted the name of Ram

Stabbed and hanged in the east

Name of Quran uncomely crimped

Politics rised with a mask of skit

She drink tea, melody O’ whit

Families are cramped in a box

Families of others owns heaviest rocks

No one lives religious but divide

Lives in false happiness with fake pride

But the world is heavily biased

Name of God dragged to a sham

She is powerless lest many throats slit

And she drinks tea, melody O’ whit

by Rees Gargi