As the borderline turns to Darvaza crater,
Flaming the fuming fueds,ashes flying away,
Lit ablaze are the souls of saviours with no deter;
Firing away vigour, vaporizing wonted bravery into the wick of this universe..
Little did they know that fuel inside the lantern was indeed rising up to illuminate the darkness that's perverse;
Back home love yearns, Care wanders,
meekly afloat, adrift to reach out the fallen.. Yet respectful honor prevails to veil
The luminous eyes, tormented cheeks,
Weak lined lips, trembling jaws, quivering voice of sullen..
The entire world pays thier respect, celebrates the martyrdom..
While they are caught in a stillness
A conflict of defeat and pride..
Chaos of doom and bugle of knight..
They remain the chosen ones,
Fighting fearlessly, winning vehemently,
Living grandeur of guiless life gallantly..
This righteous spirit seized me,
helplessly tethered mind becomes free,
To look up to to the sky and find them shine brightly against all odds..
smiling in their pain as though,feeling no vain..
Time to put cowardice under pyre,
Remind how the consequences can be dire,
Staying true to our essence of humanity
Make them surrender to hue of
conviction in fatality..
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
The sea has immersed you,clearing your pores
Soaking and weighing you down swoosh it roars;
The bright sun stands gleaming, beaming
Reducing your moles into vapour puff drifting
Ah the freedom,All senses afloat
Denying gravity of its quote..
Nature crafts you, while you keep rolling like a stone on a mountain,who streams the course never denying it's mode.
Sure it makes for a great pebble
But what if it wants to be a glorious gravel
silently basking in the sun, sipping on sea, footholding trespassers perhaps aboding fleas..
abiding rules may shatter your inner
zest with ease..
Aren't you tired of fighting someone else's battle.. When will you win your
sprattle?
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
I know you only wanted to protect me,
But why does it feel like y' pushed me
Far beyond into the flames, where
Soul is mercilessly charred..
Although leaving my outsides intact
without being marred..
In life's path I splayed, as I hit a bump
Why won't you support me for my efforts
Instead of building a fallacy out of my dump..
Covering up my fresh bruise and wounds
With unrealistic stories of battles being won
..why is it that you want to please the world.. Why is it that you are unhappy with who I m..
How much ever we mask our imperfections
judgements keep creeping in..
cause that's what we do as a race
Constantly implying yet confining our thoughts
Making n breaking opinions,with never a base.
So I learn to such a world you don't have to prove.. To yourself you have to stay true..
Favour me hence...
If u can't accept me be it,
at least don't assert my commit.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Saluting a happy spirit like you
Ever exuberating a joyous hue,
Changing any monotonous gloom
Into a boisterous croon;
Expanding boundaries,being inclusive
Making every close one feel exclusive
Going that extra mile,
Re-installing faith,reinforcing smiles;
You are an exemplary inspiration
To a self made "beautiful human" rendition.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
Hey you
What is it that you want?
Why do you suddenly seem like a distant stranger
Towards whom I only feel disdain
A newness that I m not amused of
Not is it my routine to refrain,
But from you all I want is to flee
All I want is some chains to be broken and free
I want to rediscover the corners of my surroundings
No I do not want to do it under your strings
All along, this was supposed to be an experience of Glee
But I only feel thoughts so sick n hence sound my plea
Being dissociated from you may make me a mad woman
But wouldn't it be grand to feel afterall like a human
All you have done is playfully stirred my ego and confidence
And here I m broken and lay like a toy ready for good riddance
The things I used to like seem to be distraught and don't fancy me no more
Making me question my stand my past my future beyond this shore
At these times when well trodden paths are being chanced by adventure's slaves, who refuse to leave trails in sand
I walk under the spell of fleeting pace and unenthusiastic shroud
Please oh please get me out of this deep fraud
Not seeing enjoyment as goal nor death
But I want to be happy I want to be good
I want to stop the spite and feel the rejuvenated breath
Oh you disturbing thoughts.. May you just rest in peace
While I try to piece together sanding down the edges and joining the crease.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC