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Life is struggle,

Everyday is
Blind...
You get up to plan
Ends up in pain

Life always have
it's own way
To communicate
With you...

Never underestimate
The life and it's doing

Life is just a passing line...
We move in direction
Up, down,
forwards, backwards
Eat,
sleep,
clean,
dream,
Don't ever believe
That
anything
we do
Is done by our
own power...!

Life is so turbulent
Even leaf doesn't know
It will fall next second...

Life is so unpredictable
Next step is not in know

Yet,
Happy or sad
Truth or false
Real or fake
Life is here to take..

Life is unplanned,
yet,
We say,
"My life is
planned, it's
Sorted..!!"

Fact is,
All born are to live ..

AS LIFE COMES...!!

SIMPLE

Sparkle In Wisdom
3 Feb 2019

With each turn passing
My shadow was following me
Winter wind was blowing
My shadow was freezing cold..

With each turns and hedges
It just ran through the corners..

With sun getting high
It got wild and strong

With my frequent desperation
to get rid of it
It got bigger and bold..

The more I disliked it's free attitude..
It showed me it's competing style..

The more I drove faster
It lingered me thin and bigger..

Finally came the setting sun..
It became taller than me

I called it loud names..
It grew bigger so could
not hear me..

Tall mountains and tall shadow
Was both chilled and freezed..

It continued it's run behind me
Guess that was the reason it did
not freeze..

I was getting annoyed with it
My whole time went away
Watch and try to shed it away
So I could move free..

It lingered around me
With claws of it's own
The more I drove reckless
The tighter it's grip grew..

With night setting in
I searched for it in vain..
In desperation to rid from it
I had driven deep in terrain..


Now darkness engulfed me
It hid some where,
vanished,
frozen cold winds
knocked my car away..

I started missing the company
My shadow had given me
Instead of trying to rid from it
I started longing for it's company..

In that winter night
With that smoked air coming
from my month,
I tried calling it with my shaking voice
I looked for it's company to keep me warmed..
Yet it disappeared till
night waned away
And
Morning
Sun came by..!

In those colder dark hours
I realised the value of my shadow!

From undesired company
It became my closest friend
From unwanted distracter
It became my priority partner..

And now me and my shadow are company together
I never feel lonely again..
Anyone who join me in my drive
Feels like a intruder between the two of us..
I sing along, my shadow keeps dancing and both of us make a perfect
Blend...

On each passing turn
It blends to take a bend..!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
1 Jan 2019.
Wrote this in semi sleep condition... Just got the flow of words one morning at 5:00 am.... Took my mobile and typed it with errors.. (some errors are still there)And phone falling and me snoring...
It did happens many times with me when words just flow out from somewhere...I just have to trap them or they will flow away...
Thank you
I give each name an emotion
And
Each emotion a name.

I form with each face a relation
And
With each relation a face.

I give each story an ending
And
Each ending a story..

I give each smile a reason
And
Each reason a reason to smile..

Emotions for me are each moment of my life..

Happiness is a binding emotion.
Life has only one purpose
And it's to always smile.

Be it,
Tough times
Rough times
Hard times
Happy times
Me times
Share times

No matter what the Time...

But

Smile should always Shine

Sparkle In Wisdom
Dec 2018
:)
I lingered longer than I had intended
Observing the painting, mesmerised
Trying to understand, what the artist intended to convey in colours abstract
Each a piece, a part of the artist’s heart
Not that I understood, but it was touching, I tried to grasp
The colours blended, swirled
The brushstrokes long and short
Each told a story, apart
A whirlpool in my eyes swelled
I lingered, longer than I had intended, lost
Let yourself burn, let yourself be
Eaten away by the darkness you once preyed on,
Till all that's left is a puddle of wax (tears) on the plate (bed).

It's better to give out rather than to give in,
To cry and rage and scream and after that to lie exhausted.

Bloom like the rose after, coat in red and thorns sharper,
Unrelenting but its beauty brings comfort to eyes of lovers,
Rush not the pain of burning and blooming. Feel.
Not because you're weak but because you are stronger after.

Withered flowers reminds us that
Withering is fine.
Waters --in any shape they are--
Will bring the colors of us again.
  May 21 Sarita Aditya Verma
Maria
Tell me that I’ll pull through,
Or I’m a little bit feel down.
For you it’s just a trifle,
And for me it’ll give a strength crown.

I'll know there's someone believes in me
I'll just hear, that he's somewhere.
Even it’s not true, doesn’t matter.
Tell lies! I really don’t care!

Tell me that I’ll overcome,
That my spirit is really strong.
But don’t pry into my soul.
It’s sealed up with black wax for long.

It shouldn’t be touched soever,
It’s only the time for its rest.
Tell me that I’ll pull through.
Tell me something! I want to be confessed!
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 🙏💖
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