Definitely, I have crossed miles,
Encountering hidden crevices and trenches,
Wrapped with merry green.
Many a times, I was cautious,
But humanly instincts have failed many. Darkest caves do have light,
And sometimes I found some of them.
Time changes like fashion,
And now I am stuck in a rainforest,
Luscious and gay,
But, isn't beauty a little deceptive?
Making some of the good days not so good.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
If people like you,
Not for your talents,
But for the real person you are,
It is the greatest thing ever happened to you.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
And this is the worst time,
Hanging on the dangling bridge,
Roaring waters calling from beneath,
Shouting to the friend standing on other side,
His body disappearing at the horizon.
O dear! pray in hearts of heart for God and loved ones,
And they will be,
On the bridge,
Helping you.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
She has seen it through all her life,
Hardships, failures, pain, everything sad.
Her magnificent work was never awarded,
Neither were her good deeds acclaimed noble.
Her thoughts were laughed at,
Her ideas always neglected,
Misunderstood as being highly ideal.
There is a whole Her world inside,
Untouched by any soul.
She felt sorry, when letting her emotions out.
There were none to listen to her,
None to lighten her pain.
She has always wore this fake smile,
Pretending everything is alright.
But her inner self knows,
she is tormented.
The good quotes irked her,
Since she has had enough of bad,
Yet, her heart always speaks of trying again and again.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
Limitations of a human are still neglected,
Claiming that everything is possible.
Someone said,
Impossible is I'm possible.
If so, why not jump off a thousand metre cliff.
The saying is a virus,
Inciting young minds to dream the unachievable.
After all as goes by the saying,
Hard work is rewarding,
But then failures strike,
Dismay creeps in.
It is easy to blame not accepting that they are to be blamed.
Keep trying is another lie,
Since there is no time.
Life is short, dreams are more.
Life won't always give the best.
But there are men who have achieved much,
Not driven by ideal pursuits.
Respecting self is rare trait.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
Everything that is,
Living or dead is Shiv.
Everything that was,
Or will be is Shiv.
The existing, the non existing is Shiv.
What was before universe was Shiv.
What was after universe is Shiv.
Everything beyond universes is Shiv.
Shiv has taken a form,
Yet is formless.
Shiv is the man,
Shiv is the woman.
Shiv is the Shakti,
Shiv is the destroyer.
Shiv is in every particle,
And every particle is in Shiv.
Shiv is in you.
Shiv is in me.
Shiv is the Ultimate Truth.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
Human life is a precious gem,
Not in everyone's fate.
Why waste it in pursuing deception?
Running for false fame and name.
What worth is it living, if lived for self?
What worth is it dying, if died for self?
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC
Those eyes are black and dull,
But shines out, when he looks at them.
Her skin is placid ,
the bulge, six months old.
I learned,
they ran away from home.
Sitting besides her,
he could feel her heart burn.
Guilt is explicit,
Oh my God, they are not married!
He soothes their future,
With gentle kisses.
None could speak,
But continued to love other,
as the night grew older.
Oh! I forgot something.
Who am I?
A trespasser? No.
I am just a dreamer,
Wandering in night dreams.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
I wandered through the streets of my past,
Each building telling a story of my childhood.
The shop there, with maximum customers,
I remember going there,
Standing for hours, not able to out voice others,
Just to buy a petty thing!
Beyond it was a shop,
To say it a 'shop' would be too much in its praise.
Just a raised cemented platform.
A man there, sold cold drinks, different flavors.
Don't remember if it still exists.
But there is a clear picture of the man who sat on road,
Beneath the shop.
He sold ice, and I was his regular customer,
Until we bought a fridge.
Oh! How much I used to admire looking at the ice block unloading from the mini truck.
Moving further, there is a shop,
With usual hustle bustle.
I could see the owner as young as I saw him eleven years before.
There is my father, sitting at the corner eating the gujiya, while talking to him.
My father looks at me and smiles.
I move in the shop,
He hands me a ten rupee note.
It was getting dark and I had to leave,
I walked towards my old house,
Thinking that I would go back with my brothers and sisters.
No fascination was left for the house that treasured so many memories.
My brothers and sisters were leaving for home.
I stopped them, asking to take me along.
They refused, saying, 'There is no place for another.'
I saw them receding into the dark.
I decided to walk back home.
The road was peculiarly solitary.
The weather was cold and it had started to snow.
I trudged on, but cold had numbed my senses.
Feeling dizzy, I lost my balance.
But someone caught me.
Wrapping me in his warm arms.
He held immense radiance,
Like the omnipresent.
As I passed away thinking that there wasn't any tomorrow,
I heard him say,'I will always be there for you.'
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC