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Municipal Corporation Has begun collecting Garbage door to door I told them I have special kind of garbage Accumulated over the years The garbage of words They refused to take Saying it's difficult to sift this kind of garbage into categories Their garbage processing plant Might explode
In hostile environs Treacherous terrains It's difficult to create a path Engineer knows Dangers involved Doesn't deviate From his resolve Precipitous heights A minor slip Death invites Frozen noses, feet and hands Shooting winds making difficult to stand Blast flying rocks No place to run and hide At stake their lives In hostile environs Treacherous terrains Engineer creates a path Travellers enjoy their rides Praising nature In mountainous guise Chills do go down Their spines Up sight, down sight They do realise It's difficult to create a path In hostile environs Treacherous terrains
I write poetry On HelloPoetry it's free Masterpiece I don't write I belong to an ordinary tribe I write in my spare time It's a hobby of all time I express my feelings and views Phew phew phew... I lighten my heart I am not a professional writer or a poet Of the calibre it's required To earn handsomely Lead a decent life Blessed one can full time read and write Flourish or survive Rest find it difficult To meet both ends meet People least interested to read Audios, videos, Instagram, memes They're interested indeed Most write in their leisure time It's a hobby of a kind Expressing feelings and views Phew phew phew... To lighten their hearts With their talent Maybe they impact the society At large
The truth is difficult. It's not this sweet release of freedom, The weight on my chest remains, Pressing deeper and burrowing, Until I'm left gasping for air. There is no sense of clarity, Or a rainbow of revelations. The truth is both hurtful and hurting. It aches and festers, Leaves scars that cannot be erased. Can we not at last acknowledge, That the truth is difficult.
The mysteries of the universe Weigh me down Like the ocean Swimming through them The centrifugal forces in motion And beauty meets darkness As my eyes Reach the navy depths below Still unknown Just two feet paddling Innocently Closing the eyes And holding breath To get from one Destination to another No matter how far I seem to swim The sensation Of never knowing in entirety Feels a heavy sin Even weightless In this mysterious Ocean