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Praggya Joshi May 2018
Perhaps only a few souls
Are bowing their heads
And Clasping their fingers
Maybe a handful
Are kneeling down
And folding their hands
Probably not many
Are stepping inside
Temples churches
Or minarets
Or even remembering
The vital teachings of messiahs and prophets
Perhaps most of them
Are busy holding grudges against each other
Watering seeds of envy and hate
Rather than planting trees of kindness and compassion
Many seem to be blinded
by a monstrous desire
To acquire name and fame
And are ready to play ***** games
Stoop as low as they can
And stain their skin
With the blood of those
Who could possibly bruise their ever expanding ego
And blight their ruthless endeavors
A vindictive spirit has exorcized forgiveness
From the nature of many
And they're spewing venom
Which is infecting a steadily growing population
Thus the old rule
Majority wins minority loses
prevails
Not surprisingly
Humanity is collapsing
Every passing minute and day
Praggya Joshi May 2018
If you could
I know you would smile
It's time for your misery and anguish to perish
Your numbered days have reached their end
The wax has melted
The flame has lost its warmth and radiance
Just like the color of your skin
And your cold and shriveled
Empty body
That has finally admitted defeat
After fighting
since a horrendously long time
It has finally gained an everlasting sleep
Just a few more moments
promise it won't take long
I know It must be ruthlessly dark out there
But you'll soon find light
Cause these rites and rituals are on there last leg
the piles of cherry wood
Caging your essence
are about to be kindled in a minute
And I'm not going anywhere
Till I collect your remains with my hands
And place them on the sparkling surface
Of the placid waters of the Holy river
Under a hazy sky
beautifully illuminated by Twilight
I'll look above
And smile back to the brightest star
Shining luminously
As it enters the realms of heavenly delight
Memories of the day my grandmother was cremated
Praggya Joshi May 2018
I experienced love in the form of a disease
Which didn't felt too bad
When it was incubating
But then it slowly spread as an epidemic
Throughout my being
In the form of unkept promises
Contradictory actions
Weightless and later vile words
Lack of concrete commitments
Reluctance to compromise
Monstrous ego
Blighted dreams
Which wrecked havoc with my emotions
And caused terrible mental agony
While amplified carnal lust seared my body
And imparted a lasting soreness to it
I may not have succumbed to this disease
But I'm still recuperating and recovering
It has slayed my strength and desire to love again
Just a morass of tear Inducing memories
Is all I'm left with
Life love sad melancholy memories grief hurt
Praggya Joshi May 2018
They rose with their toes awash in snow
Breathing the crisp cool air
Their hands filled with icy crystals
Ready to ***** fat little snowmens
But that was decades ago
When the seasons repeated themselves
In a cyclical pattern
But now it hardly snows
It's getting warmer each year
And winter feels so balmy
That we barely need to cover ourselves
With  beanies and sweatshirts anymore
But this isn't how it's supposed to work we know
this is a just a silent warning
That something's wrong with mother nature
We need to open our eyes and listen to her woes
The air no longer invigorates us
It chokes us
Cause it's packed with emissions
As poisonous as cigarette smoke
A grey smog of toxic fumes traps the city
in a web of darkness
Obliterating the beauty of nature
Making us sick
The moment we step outside of our homes
Yet we turn a blind eye
And a deaf ear
To these explicit red signs of trouble
We dream of visiting gorgeous locales
Capturing the beauty of majestic snow capped mountains
But never do we dream
Of the imminent catastrophic collapse
That'll sweep us away
If we forget to get up and act
To save our planet
And thus save ourselves
From being wiped away
soon
A poem on the pressing environmental issues. Do give a feedback
Praggya Joshi May 2018
A resplendent moon
Bequeaths an enchanting night
The silken dark skies
Glimmer and gleam
When the stars flicker
And a beautiful silence
Feels velvety soft against my skin
A  humming breeze
Soaked with a scent of vibrant night blooms
Kisses my cheeks tenderly
And gently persuades me
To fall in bed and dream
As the silvery sound of nocturnal Symphony
Drifting through the open window
tries to lull me into a deep sleep
Washing the dusty remnants of a long day
From by body aching for just a few hours
Of  peaceful repose
Before a blazing sun
Blights this soporific ambiance
But the heavy gusts of thoughts
Raging inside the walls of my mind
Vehemently oppose and assault
Even a transient rule of silence
And the view
Of the imminent day becomes smaller and smaller
Through the vision
Of my swollen eyes
Praggya Joshi May 2018
You swore
Staring at me with those dark midnight black eyes
that you saw the most breathtaking galaxies within me
And I willingly granted you
What I thought could be your only wish
To carve an abode there
In the universe of my largest galaxy
the brightest stars and gossamer moons
I wrote your name upon them
Hoping that you'd stay
And they'll shine for you till eternity
Brighter each day
All my untold stories
Secrets and desires that I had confined inside the deepest layers of my being
I released them with a passion
In the lap of your affection
Under the crepescular glow
That shone upon our skin
Dazzled by your heartwarming radiance
I let you gaze and explore all of me
But never thought it'd tire you someday
And you'll yearn to leave
Maneuvering for the moment
When I'll set you free
And see you walk away
Stripping the lustre of the stars in my galaxy
That beamed in your presence
Rendering the resplendent moons ashen
And leaving a nebula of nostalgic memories
Through which my screams
Mourning the stolen twilights and the loss of once luminous stars
In the aftermath of your absence
Will dissipate into the black smoke without  touching the soft folds of your ears
Life sad happy heart love stars galaxies
Praggya Joshi May 2018
In your absence
Days have become longer
Life has lost its lustre
Colorful has become colourless
A passively growing longing
Is breeding a profound sense
Of melancholy and nostalgia
In my head
Yet I have no inkling
When would I inhale your scent
Peer into your ochre eyes
And this ceaselessly stretching void
Filled with a deep yearning for you to come back
Will shrink and shrivel like a dried autumn leaf
Which will shriek and die under your feet
As you'll trudge upon it
And will hold my weary heart
Before it breaks and shatters
Under the leaden weight
Of this ennui in your absence
Life sad happy heart people bored
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