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shrutika May 2017
ALL THROUGH THE DARKNESS
When problems come to our life,
We should be as sharp as knife,
To cut the problems in our life.
When I listened to my soul,
It always wanted to achieve the goal.
In each and every situation
Lied a wish to reach the destination
All these things can happen to me and you.
Where we don't even know what to do,
When I encountered a terrible time
I felt that I was very dull
As if I had an empty skull.
It was such a condition,
Where there were only questions,
And not even a single solution…
I wished I had magical wings,
To fly away from all these things!
But the situation improves
Then I saw a beam of light
.And a new life ahead.
The journey of life is all the same,
Where we all play the unknown game.
Away from comforts, our mind screams
.To achieve our mighty dreams
.Everyone passes through darkness and grooves
.Problems will reduce day by day,
And one day all difficulties will fade away…
- SHRUTIKA KAHALE
shrutika May 2017
As i look at the sun rising in the sky,
i feel like a newborn,
i feel like failure is a lie.

the rays purify and inspire,
it gives the strength to aspire.

as i look at the breaking dawn,
i feel the spirit nature has turned on.
a new opportunity to soar and fly,
a new opportunity to live and die.

as i look at the clouds wandering aimlessly,
my every single vein gets filled with jealousy.
i desire to soar like the aimless clouds,
and reach aimless destination avowed.

as the wind longs to play with my hair,
as the wind kisses me all over,
i desire to go with it somewhere,
i feel like it is my lover!

as the sun sets and the changing color of sky pleases,
i wish that the time freezes.
as the sky turns black and the moon rises
purity, peace and love it symbolizes.

gradually the beautiful and silent night creeps,
looking at the twinkling stars and sky i fall asleep.
shrutika May 2017
At sight, thou wert a maybe,
gradually, thou became a must,
thence, we turned to 'shouldn't'
because it would upsurge the thirst.

Thou art a daydream withal a nightmare,
I think of thy love, thy care,
stupefied, why don't thou think for thyself?
wherefore art thou here, herr?

Thou art the reason of smile, thou art the reason of tears,
wherefore this journey?
wilt thou be here? or wilt thou part?
the thoughts have always been the fear!

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