Category: English Poetry

In a tapestry of life, where colors blend,
Where hearts connect and souls transcend,
There blooms a bond, so rare and divine,
A treasure called friendship, forever entwined.

Like a gentle breeze on a summer’s eve,
Friendship whispers secrets, never to deceive.
Through laughter and tears, it weaves a tale,
A symphony of trust that will never fail.

In moments of darkness, when shadows fall,
A friend stands tall, a beacon for all.
With arms outstretched and a comforting smile,
They mend the broken, the weary reconcile.

They lend an ear when words cease to flow,
Embracing your dreams, wherever they may go.
They celebrate your victories, big and small,
Cheering you on, they never let you fall.

In times of doubt, when skies turn gray,
A friend brings light to brighten your way.
Their presence, a shelter, a safe retreat,
A source of solace, a love so complete.

Friendship is a dance, an exquisite art,
Nurtured with kindness, right from the start.
It grows with time, like a blossoming flower,
Sowing seeds of joy, hour after hour.

Through distance and time, the bond remains,
Unyielding, enduring, despite life’s strains.
For friendship, you see, knows no boundaries,
It soars on the wings of love’s melodies.

So let us cherish this gift, forever true,
For a friend, dear soul, is a treasure to pursue.
May we honor and value, each connection we find,
For in friendship’s embrace, true beauty we find.

You’ll live on in me,

As a huge and tall tree.

Life would be mine forever,

When we would be together.

You are the one..

With whom life has more fun.

Now life has meaning,

Every leaf of mine wants leaning.

You are the snow,

Soft, delicious medicine of sorrow.

And, life has its own chapter!

In every chapter you are the main character.

You are the ocean,

With a true goal and ambition.

Life is just roaming around!

Let’s see who wins the crown.

You’ll live on in me.

Every morning, with a cup of tea!

A feeling of your breath’s passage,

To heal, to touch and to a love message!

It all happened in a blink of eye.
I don’t understand anything. I feel numb.
You said it’s love, well you got a point!!
Replying over texts, “playin seen and unseen games “.
You got bored of the game and now you got over me too?!
Is this love? Now am really asking myself.
Is this happens to everyone? Is Love usually be like this?
Or iam a pushover for you ?
Were exactly the questions I want to ask you
The day when you broke up with me.
No, am alright, even tho I’m all by myself.
But it doesn’t mean I’m alone I have me ,myself.
Gotta say thanks to you, I realized the worth of me.
Now iam happy, that i ended this ill fated relationship.
I believed that love is an fantasy,
Till I met you.
I don’t blame you and me,
It’s just the way our relationship is… .
So, iam fine iam alright.
Time flies and everything changes in a blink of an eye.
But not the persons, mistakes, and the lesson we learn.

To you,
We are sitting on different seats on the Ferris wheel,
My world started around you from a distance,
I looked up and saw you looking at me,
I see you,
I see how heavy your shoulder started weighing in course of time with my weight,
This person writing to you wants a space beside you to hold you when you feel cold,
To have you beside them while they blow their candles to wish that you might see how much I crave for you,
The longing for your love is an extension of hope,
You brighten things up even if the days seem gloomy,
Every tear which ran across your skin I wish I could have drowned in that sorrow to understand your worth,
I see you and I see what I have done,
This heart feels empty without your existence,
It misses your presence as a lover,
The best one I have come across which can never be replaced,
I hope that you know I am building the castle of change with every inch of energy I have in me,
I know there’s more to it,
But I promise to reach there as well,
You are the moon and your light reaches every corner of my skin,
“Happy together” is what I vision every morning I wake up,
I want you and your best self around me for which I am stepping up to be better,

All I ask is not to push me away as I want to be is closer and gradually come forward and stand beside you looking towards the what’s next for us.

The Ferris wheel is standing still,
If we ever will,
Two seats beside each other,
Waiting for us to sit next to one another.
For you to say yes and agree,
Of being together.

This Ferris wheel is my hope and imagination before I sleep and after I wake up.
From Anonymous

IT’S ABOUT HEAVEN
WHERE EVERYONE TALK ABOUT MOON.
HIS EYES WHICH GIVE ME SOOTH.
ALWAYS MAKES ME REALIZE THAT HEAVEN IS THE ONE.

If I were to garner
all the freshness and warmth
from around the sea with my hands full,
I wonder if it could match yours,
your spark, your candour, your benevolence.
Running along the big tides with damp feet, with bare hands like a bird flapping its wings the first time.
Then I’d rest a while upon my ankles sunken in beach water, the scars on my feet rekindled like a tiny glint in charred furniture, then again, the seemingly agitated waters diminishing the sands and bumping into our mortal toes with a soothing buzz.

I see the the heartwaves in your eyes
perfectly tinged with emotions
wanting to splash on the cliff hard like the seawaters do
as if to cast a mighty spell on this windy atmosphere, with me drenched in seawater, dipped in water, as though I have always belonged there.
Unscathed. Infallible. Not to be accounted for.

My fingers running over yours sleek cheeks
With wind swaying your hair gracefully
making you steal my attention even before the magical aura of the sea in front of me.
Your presence feels like a sip of steamy coffee in a cold winter morning with scanty sunshine but exuberance hard to narrate.
You don’t glitter ’cause you’re as real as a turbulent storm looming with a ghastly face but smitten by the equally daunting wind from the other way.
Yet, vibrant enough to entice me to rejoice this moment of togetherness even more.

Your slightly golden lock of hair blocking my eyesight laying on your rosey cheeks,
how delicately you pass down my sound arguments with a withering smile and insurmountable jubilation
whilst the impending storm makes its way to the shore
Sprouting out of the lingering aura of the cool breeze ;

Ushering in the mosaic of unannounced memories tucked in our exchange of glances
And for a moment, there’s a defeaning silence,
Abruptly ending the spell that hooked me onto you ; bringing me back to my lost senses
For it’s time for you to leave back to the forbidden land you belong to.
I do not intend to let this pretty moment slip by in a blur – so inconsequential that it’ll pass into my oblivion by the next sunshine caresses my skin only to remember you as a bygone memory.

I wonder if that’s what normal people do.

— Adrita Shib.

Paris is a city of love,
With the Eiffel Tower up above.
The Seine River flows so clear,
And the food and wine are always near.

The city’s history is oh so grand,
With art and culture at every hand.
The Louvre Museum is a sight to see,
And the Notre-Dame Cathedral so heavenly.

The streets are lined with fashion and flair,
And the people are always there to share.
Paris, a dream destination for sure,
A city of romance and allure.

In the depths of my heart, a love did reside,
A flame that burned fiercely, I couldn’t hide.
For her, I would have moved mountains and more,
But now I stand silent, my heart feeling sore.

Why am I afraid to confess this love so pure?
To lay bare my feelings, to take the grand tour.
Perhaps it’s the fear of rejection’s cruel sting,
Or the uncertainty of what the future might bring.

From a distance, I watch her smile with delight,
And though it brings joy, it also dims my light.
A fake smile I wear, though my heart feels the pain,
Longing to be with her, to dance in love’s reign.

Oh, where did I falter, dear God up above?
Why can’t I have her, this woman I love?
Did I err in my actions, or miss a love sign?
Why does it feel like my heart can’t align?

Deserving of love, I am certain I’m not,
Yet my heart yearns for it, this tangled love knot.
For in her presence, peace I would always find,
She’d bring out the best in me, a soul intertwined.

But alas, she slipped away, like sand through my hand,
Leaving me to ponder, where did I misunderstand?
Was it my timing or words left unsaid,
That led me astray, leaving my heart feeling dead?

Yet, in my sorrow, I wish her happiness true,
Though it hurts within, I pray her dreams come through.
For love is selfless, a sacrifice to make,
And seeing her joy, my own heartache I’ll take.

So, I’ll keep my memories, like treasures untold,
A bittersweet reminder of a love so bold.
And though I may have lost her, my heart will remain,
Ever grateful for the love I couldn’t attain.

The old well where my heart dwells often..
The old well where the heart also soften..
When on a journey,i throw my thoughts in the well.
Then on a still,i find a dirt thick and swell.
The thirst to reunite with my thoughts is a hell.
The journey continues, however, the well always rings a bell.
I am a work hunter, with some precious thoughts in the meanwhile
Been looking for work and wealth, its being quite a while.
A good day came with fortune and cash.
That good day ended my misery and bash.
Now i have an office and a chamber for my work life,
And also i got a pretty wife..
Now i know what is success’ smell.
But that Well?..O Well

The rain pours and soothes my soul,
The flowers bloom and leave a shine,
The dewy petrichor emanates.
I stroll to experience the life droplets of magic,
So sublime.

I feel so delighted,
The turmoil in my mind settles,
The wind kisses my skin,
It blows through my head and takes away all the gloom–ridden thoughts.

I can feel the thunder and lightening say ‘Be Potent’,
I feel so happy and relaxed,
Away from this world,
Only me and my thoughts still running in my head.

Oh, my sunshine, how you shine so bright
With your warm embrace and golden light
You brighten up my world each day
And chase the darkness far away

Your rays of light, they dance and play
Across the sky, in a joyful way
And as I bask in your warm glow
My heart fills up, and starts to glow

With you around, my worries fade
And all my fears just seem to fade
For in your light, I find my peace
And all my troubles seem to cease

So, my dear sunshine, please don’t go
Stay with me, and keep my heart aglow
For with you near, my soul takes flight
And everything just feels so right.

Those stars
Those stars which shines brightly to lift one’s mood up from this large distance

Don’t you think, they might feel lonely there?
Like they seem very bright and gorgeous from this far.

But what if they want someone to be stand by their side?
Do they really not keep expectations for someone to come their way?

They might be sad, feel lonely there, but they’ll still alone but shine bright from the rest.

Shattered pieces lying everywhere,
collecting the few, that seems clear.
Once the splendid world, now look so deceased,
inhabitants that lived, left it abandoned, waiting for them so it may nurture.
The memories still blew through the air,
one could smell the passion so tenacious,
the ravaging storm that took over it,
and obscure it with the black dust,
the flame so low still glowing,
the storm could blow it away with a swing.
Ignition is needed so the warmth remains,
but maybe the passion so strong, no longer sustains.

The sky brings a million feathered friends
Who fill the air with a cacophony of songs
Chirping, cheeping, singing their melodies
Soaring, wheeling high above us, they know no bounds

Diving and swooping like decorations in the blue
Majestic, proud, and ever so brave
Striking wings outstretched to the sky
Not stopping, ceaselessly they fly

Blanket of feathers of every hue
Spreading light and mirth to lonely hearts
Crossing vast distances, they show us the way
Where ever we go birds guide us along our way

The chilling wind isn’t making me cold anymore,
The coldness inside me taking all the roar,
Anguish engulfing, eating away the conscience,
Emotions overflowing sinking me from inside,
Don’t know how to swim, just taking the leap of faith,
Someone take me to the shore and open the heaven’s gate.

Nature is a mystery,
A wonder to behold.
From the smallest insect to the largest whale,
There is so much to learn.

The trees stand tall and proud,
The flowers bloom in colorful hues.
The animals roam free,
And the birds sing their songs.

Nature is a gift,
A treasure to be cherished.
We must protect it,
For it is our home.

Let us take care of nature,
So that it can continue to thrive.
Let us teach our children about its wonders,
And let them pass on the knowledge to future generations.

Nature is a part of us,
And we are a part of nature.
We are all connected,
And we must all work together to protect it.

Success is not a destination
It’s not the finish line
It’s not the applause of the crowd
Or the recognition of your peers

Success is a journey
It’s the process of growth
It’s the pursuit of excellence
It’s the never-ending quest to be better than you were yesterday

Success is not easy
It takes hard work and dedication
It takes sacrifice and perseverance
But it’s worth it
Because when you succeed
You feel a sense of accomplishment
You feel a sense of pride
You feel a sense of satisfaction

So don’t give up on your dreams
Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do it
Because you can
If you set your mind to it
And you’re willing to put in the work

Success is yours for the taking
Go out there and get it

Can I rest for a while
I’m tired
I’m tired of running behind love
I’m tired of emotions that I wouldn’t be able to carry anymore
Can I rest for a while
Can I rest until I feel like I’ve found my home.

Bleed your sorrows on me
paint my soul gray
I’ll take the needle to your sacred skin
seal the traumas shut
Then mask it with a kiss
stash it away in my heart
out of your reach
Will weave your pieces together
can’t let you fall apart on me
And when the gloom consumes us
there’s nothing left
but skeletons with wings
I’ll be your halo
I’ll let you fall asleep
listening to my heartbeat

The sun is shining bright in the sky,
The sunflower is tying its knot,
Feels like there’s a fire in my eye,
Turns the land red-hot.
Brown is the leaf,
Golden is the sand,
Beach gives relief
When the body is tanned.
Summer rushes over the heels of Spring,
And the month of June comes with that reminder.
Holidays arrive and the excitement rings
When school breaks start becoming visible in the calendar.
Here comes the season of summer,
warm and dry and dusky and quiet.

The sun is shining bright in the sky,
The sunflower is tying its knot,
Feels like there’s a fire in my eye,
Turns the land red-hot.
Brown is the leaf,
Golden is the sand,
Beach gives relief When the body is tanned.
Summer rushes over the heels of Spring,
And the month of June comes with that reminder.
Holidays arrive and the excitement rings
When school breaks start becoming visible in the calendar.
Here comes the season of summer,
warm and dry and
dusky and quiet.

Half of my poems belongs to the pain and fate.
Skin and bones surrendered to red page, wet with blood and collagen
Met with Inks and notion.
How letters look red and art in the archived,
As they need not to be cherished by the biblio .
If they need to be
the poet must be anonymed
Feeling should be preserved
Untouched incensed as preserved in the grave .

The fireworks don’t cheer me up anymore.
The stars don’t light up my face anymore.
The droplets doesn’t cherish me to sale paper boats, either
they seem to permit me to cry hard, cry and cry more.
The cool breeze tries its best to dry my tears , leaving the marks right there.
The celebrations give me headache more and more.
Children’s gigglings makes me irritate and frustrate.
Surprises don’t amaze me like before.
Sympathies don’t get under there called throat.
Seems like now I am grown up, grown up enough to be mature.
So yeah I am mature.
How I came here,
who made me to be here,
is it much less than what I deserve?
Questions arise and rise and rise and just as the sun sets,
they drown over there, there over my heart.
Leaving an ache, a pain enough to suffer, to bear.
It feels how its filling over there, making me shrink in my own world here.
Fear is all over here, what, when it will become
unbearable.
Would I just give up, let it burst out on anyone and everyone somewhere,
Or will make myself suffer it more and more to be stronger than that of before.
As I am grown up, I have a strong sense latter will happen for sure.

In the chaotic rush of chasing metros and seeking mates,
We find ourselves, seemingly similar, drawn to opposing fates.
Life, effortlessly renewing itself, with little heed to our strife,
Leaves us in a quandary, questioning change or mere shifts in sight.

Once, I saw shallowness lurking behind their every move,
Now circumstances unveil their self-effacing past, truths to prove.
Those who once embraced freedom, devoid of judgment’s sting,
Now stand as half-hollow beings, shattered, with broken skin.

As life, of late, treats me kind, or so my perspective shows,
Uncertain if it’s external fortune or a mindset that bestows.
Regardless, I ponder treating them well, regardless of fate’s vendetta,
For whether life turns a new hell or perspective darkens, I’ll be their shelter.

It’s now a matter of embracing the present, letting go of “how” and “when,”is
As the poet, Maink, muses on the essence of Now, time and again.

Another life came to being,
So innocent, so polite.
One more soul entered the world,
So weak, so fragile,
Still the merry wave did flow,
So did the grins, the tears, the smiles.
But it was just built on sand,
For the reports, doctors did find.
Soon the smiles faded away,
For his cells that uncontrollably did divide.

Oceans of pain grew deeper somewhere inside,
Mosquitoes of fear did flourish,
Which stinged and pierced and did strike.
For it was a life about to end,
Before it saw the light.
Maybe he didn’t deserve to be in this cruel world outside,
Or maybe he was so fortunate,
To meet so soon, the divine.
In the hospital , so tensed,
His parents sat nostalgic to his right.
The clock ticked and tocked along,
The countdown did began,
Twelve, eleven, ten and nine
and thus the reports came
it was definitely a miracle that happended that night
it was a bloody cancer, the young soul survived.

From the moment you entered this world,
With tiny fingers tightly curled,
You filled our lives with boundless joy,
Our little girl, our precious toy.

Your laughter dances like a song,
Bringing smiles when days are long.
Your eyes, a window to a soul so bright,
Embracing life with sheer delight.

With every step you bravely take,
New horizons, adventures you make.
You’re growing tall, strong and wise,
Unfurling wings to reach the skies.

In your dreams, dare to soar high,
For you possess the strength to fly.
Though challenges may come your way,
With love and courage, you’ll find your sway.

In the realm of rhythm, where dreams find their voice,
A passion for dance emerges, an eternal choice.
From the heart’s deepest chambers, it takes flight,
An original poem, to ignite the soul’s light.

With every step, the spirit finds release,
A language unspoken, a captivating masterpiece.
In graceful motion, emotions come alive,
A unique expression, where hearts and bodies thrive.

The stage transforms into a magical domain,
Where dreams intertwine, a breathtaking terrain.
Each movement, a brushstroke painting the air,
Telling stories of joy, pain, love, and despair.

From the simplest sway to the most intricate spin,
A dance of passion begins, fueled from within.
Feet connect with the ground, as if touching the sky,
A captivating rhythm, lifting spirits so high.

In leaps and bounds, a dancer’s heart soars,
Connecting with music, through intricate scores.
The body becomes an instrument, fluid and free,
Speaking volumes without words, for all to see.

The love for dance transcends boundaries of time,
Age, culture, and language, it knows no rhyme.
With each new beat, a story unfolds,
Of dedication, resilience, and dreams to behold.

The passion for dance is an unquenchable fire,
A burning desire that continues to inspire.
It fuels the soul, with every graceful stride,
Enveloping the dancer in a world without divide.

So let your heart be the guide, in rhythm’s embrace,
Unleash the passion within, and find your own space.
For dance is a language, a form of pure art,
Where the soul finds solace, and dreams find their start.

It’s the middle of June with the summer settled in
The superior alphonso or the underrated melons
The sunny afternoons when the extremities hit

You’re relieved thinking at least you’re not forced to go out
For it is that part of the year
When the schools are shut down

Oh! The anticipated summer break
Maybe you’ve come back
Or you’re yet to go on that long-awaited mountain trip

Piles of homework waiting at your table
It doesn’t matter, not right now anyway
Maybe the sun isn’t your best friend but it’s the summer which is most affable

It’s been a decade since this was your routine
But this time it was different
Since the school break started but its end wasn’t foreseen

Suddenly the trips are replaced by internships
The evening park by the night gym
The transition seems seamless until you look back and realize what you traded for it

Maybe you’re nostalgic but excited
Maybe you’re nostalgic but scared
That’s the baggage with the dual side of oblivion, of which you need to reminded

It all slipped away before you could hold on
Adulting – they call it
Always sounded like a grown-up affair, until now

Everyone is figuring it out
Some may look like they have, but reality is best kept concealed
For it is a universal thing – to be lost
Maybe that’s the crux of it all
To cherish, remember, document, flaunt.

In the depths of my heart, a love so profound,
Resides a bond, forever unbound.
A figure of strength, a beacon of light,
She stands by my side, both day and night.

Mother, dear mother, with gentle embrace,
You shower me with love, and my soul you embrace.
In your nurturing arms, I find solace and peace,
A haven of comfort, where my worries cease.

With eyes filled with warmth, and a smile so bright,
You guide me through darkness, like a guiding light.
Your gentle words soothe, like a sweet lullaby,
With every embrace, my fears bid goodbye.

You teach me life’s lessons, with patience and care,
Your wisdom and guidance, beyond compare.
In your gentle touch, I find endless grace,
A love that’s eternal, in every embrace.

Through joy and through sorrow, in laughter and tears,
You stand as my pillar, dispelling all fears.
Your sacrifices endless, your love knows no end,
A mother’s devotion, a precious blend.

In your gentle presence, I find strength anew,
For you are the reason, for all that I do.
Mother, dear mother, my heart’s everlasting tether,
I cherish you dearly, now and forever.

This heartfelt tribute, my ode to you,
A mother’s love, forever true.
In every beat of my heart, your love resides,
A bond unbreakable, that forever abides.

New is scary
Scary is familiar though,
New seems painful
Painful is familiar too,
I know
New is like a pair of shoes
And the scare of a foot bite
New is like a new shirt
That might shrink after the first wash,
New is like the face unknown in a place full of bodies,
New is the empty chair behind you
New is wrong turns,
And forgetting your own address ,
New is not knowing the pharmacy nearby,
New is knowing the dinner is for one,
New is the not knowing,
Of how much you don’t know,
I know
New could be a lot more but for now,
New is not knowing.

It takes a certain kind of bravery to bloody battles,
a certain kind of courage to bear arms.
It takes a certain kind of wickedness to warrant the wounds of war,
a certain kind of decadence to send ships to drown.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
It takes a certain kind of wisdom to not fear fate,
A certain kind of candor to hold flags.
A certain kind of malice to burn kingdoms to the ground.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
It takes a certain kind of generosity to demand justice,
A certain kind of benevolence to bestow it.
A certain kind of deceit to take empires down.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
It takes a certain kind of humor to laugh at your misery,
A certain kind of wit to welcome wretchedness.
A certain kind of silence to scream and not let it sound.
Heavy is the head that bears the crown.
It takes a certain kind of art to wreak havocs,
A certain kind of cowardice to run into wars head on,
A certain kind of hate to take prisoners and keep them bound.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown, indeed, yet heavier is the heart that loves it.

I had never ever given it a thought
Even on the day the last flowers I bought,
A day I’ll have to leave all behind
I’ll only have some reminiscence to rewind,
The bowel of my inflated heart will cry
The smirking time will pretend to wry
Shattered remains of my past will catch my sight
Yes, on that day the last letter I will write.

The mesmerising dawn will take my breath
The shooting stars will show no regret
Family, friends that I thought I have earned
Will all leave me to go with no concern
My raising eyes will finally dry
The divine tears will kiss me goodbye
Intimidating air will consume my lungs
Yes, on that day the last letter I will write.

I will reluctantly believe that I deserve
To burn under the exasperating scrutiny of the universe
The silver light will cascade the panorama
I will be summoned to some merciless behest
Just like some live flesh in an abattoir
I will clamber upon the bridge
Ravenously engulfing darkness will pull me away from light
Yes, on that day the last letter I will write.

Still beautiful souls are creating magic around you,

Your aura is not just a fictional beauty dear human,

Still someone with no envy in heart walks around you,

Your happiness is not a saddening moment for many dear human ,

Still people are looking around for beauty in you,

Your aspirations are not the
dreams forever dear human,

Still nights with light of stars are evident to last for hours,

Your serenity is not only about closed eyes within shut doors,

Still mortals can walk without fright of loosing their lives,

From your mere existence to much of your importance; everything is STILL THEIR!

-Garima Rathore

Any day in my life
Is no Eat-Pray-Love parody.
Seems like more than me
The weather is moody.

Although with a 9-5 college
And things planned out for every hour, every stage
My days are distinctly monotonous
Sometimes well, at times on edge.

There’s more than live-laugh-love
An adventure which doesn’t fit
But I take it in good humour
For an average day doesn’t exist.

Up above the clouds
Amidst the sound of sirens
And the noise of the crowd
Argued life and death.

The bike has crashed
The car has a dent
Everyone came running
Ran life and death.

Red river is flowing
Concerns are growing
Ambulance approaching
Approach life and death.

They can’t come to a conclusion
To the victim’s trauma
Their misunderstanding
An indecision
“Oh, the patient’s in coma.”

Came a girl pearl white, with eyes so big and mouth opened wide;

in awe with the beauty around,

felt welcomed by the world she had then found.

The grasses gleefully allowed her to skim past through,

tress bowed at her compassionate view.

Little did she knew that the world she she loved,

had hidden the inner brutality of her beloved.

The harsh realities of life she learned, despite being late;

that all she had in her life is none.

Except her own soul which was shredded into pieces,

as she picks them up and hides it’s scars and crevices.

Patterned them in an entirely different form,

in the hope to create something which could not be broken by any belief or norm.

A teenager she became at last,

A human masterpiece without a heart.

Why doesn’t happiness last forever?
Why does it end up going far beyond the mountains?
Away from the sole sight of this world
Perhaps, to vent out its frustration
Of the societal chains

Is..Is this world so cruel?
That the mere sight of it intimidates the soulful happiness
The chaotic nature that it possess
The limitations in the process of success
The chains of its biasness
And the eternal distress
That lead to human’s seperation
from the divine happiness.

Perhaps the happiness goes
to rest in the clouds’ lap
So that, after a deep nap
It could come back
Back like the so wanted showers of rain
Like the water after evaporation
To relieve the precious world
from the heavy tension
Of its norms of pain.

It’s the facade at the end of the day
which pulls you apart and puts you in dismay.
A life full of pain and disdain
Leaves us with nothing; which we had ever attained.
Full of fear and lack of joy
A cloud of grief, our masks our decoy.

Captivated by fear and shunned by grief,
Trapped by guilt and defeated from within.
Our conscience playing tricks and replaying our mishaps
Nightmare it is, but without an escape.
Trapped we are, within our crooked thoughts
Prisoners we are, of the dismay we ever brought.

From the aurora over the silky Skyline
There began the ending of the riverine
Of the perennial pungency everlasting
In the still haze,the vivid venus shinning

I held hands with the deity of the dawn
Firm yet fragile still the arm of the acacia
Nourished in green; the dead star reborn
Doused in lavender’s lousy; divine nausea

As I travelled the trivial paths of the land
Side by side with the queen of the quants
In awe of the wise divisions, I barely stand
In the reflection of the blues; I held her hands

Oblivious of the worldly rules I measured
The heights of the ecstacies to the record
Among the grass and beyond the woods
I reflected the unsung wonders of the rood

As the sun shone bright in the lousy light
I see the lustre of the ambient gloomy eyes
Carousing the joy of the sight; bloomed fire
Of the eternal misery, ressurected in smile

Tangled to the hairs of hers, dewed with love
Caressing numb petals of roses I quenched
The immortal thirst of compassion and care
As I reached to the cavalry of the glamour

At the top of the cliff, up above the paths of
The fastidious functions of day to day lowlifes
I witnessed the miracle of the meticulous merit
Gazing deep down the upturned hazy sunshine.

Here are the fragrant flowers which bloomed,
just for those desparately waiting bees who are its beloved.
These are the green leaves which spreadout for the dwelling ,
of the little dew drops falling.
The big trees spread out their branched, for their little nested ranchers
Nature will never deny , though we destroy.
-Deepthi Sindhe.S