"advices" poems
When you're a girl
The more beautiful you are
The more problems you will face
When you're a woman
The more stubborn you are
The more future you will create
Over the years, many men might've tried
To let you down and suppress your dreams
But, you've never lost the hope
Kept fighting & proved yourselves at times
In fact, you moved us
Motivating every single day
By achieving your dreams
You made this world a better place now
Thanks for being so kind, sweet, loving & caring
All that we(men) can give you is our pure-hearted love
I love you Granny, for all the stories you told me
I love you mom, for being there, every time I failed
I love you sister, for all the fights & advices
I love you, my dear friend, for trusting me
I can't imagine a world without you all
Happy Women's Day!!
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
Light the Endearing Youth she introduce
Of Trouble Death's Warrant I cannot spell
Meet me this haply; Your Mind I deduce
Transform a Stranger to a Friend so well
I know you Love him. In Degree of Soul
That a Year's Promotion is not enough
The Author advices his Name; In Truth
So merry comfort your Will to adopt
See? Now he prepares for his Loved Event
Inspired by the Contract for his Dad
If I were you, wear those Sprint-Shoes you spent
And chase the Best Moment you ever had.
Once it's done, come set your feet by this stool
And let me rub-in some Herbs to be cool.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
and all these years
they told you that heartbreak would be
not being able to do anything;
crying most of the days;
not being ok for a long time;
being able to hear the sound of your heart breaking;
'the heart break syndrome', they would say.
'time heals', everyone promised.
'this too shall pass', everyone whispered.
'it will strengthen you', they encouraged.
what they did not tell you
was that
heartbreak would make you do the unthinkable.
crying on your bathroom floor during shower.
muffling your crying on your pillow.
trying to explore yourself.
meditate, read books, watch movies, writing.
waking up with puffy eyes.
and have to go on like nothing happened.
lock yourself in your own room at night when you get home.
laying awake staring at the ceiling.
counting on what you did wrong.
replaying every scenes.
endless pool of tears -
those kind that make you really tired;
not the sleepy kind of tired,
but the 'God-please-end-this' kind of tired.
praying to God to please just end this
for you cannot take more pain.
asking God on what you had done wrong in life
to deserve this kind of pain.
do i even still believe in God?
they did not tell you that heartbreak
change your perspective in life.
that it would feel like you are suffocating;
unable to breath.
where is the air?
even when you sleep,
you wake up and dreaming about him again.
the desperation to end it;
that you would google
'how to deal with heartbreak'
or the desperation to ask people for help.
but you know it's useless
and you don't want to be a burden.
or when you hear others telling you about their relationship
and you can not even give them any advices anymore.
'i used to be so good at giving advices', you think to yourself.
but now not anymore.
they did not tell you that heartbreak
would make you numb
when you are surrounded by people.
the way you get yourself throughout the day
and do the daily routines
laughing,
do random things,
being weird;
'you are still the same old you even after all these things', they would say.
'no i'm not', you tell yourself.
even when your heart is broken
or the way
you would act like you had never got your heart broken
or the way
others would tell you their problems
and you have to act
like you are okay
and you have none
they did not tell you that heartbreak
would make you feel this useless
like how you suddenly think of
'i am so broken'
and yet you could not
even think
of telling anyone
because of how pointless it would be
'what's the use? they don't get it like i do', you would think.
they did not tell you that heartbreak
would take this long to heal
'time heals', i used to say
'this too shall pass', i used to tell my friend.
but now
i am not so sure anymore.
time heals, they say.
well, i'm still waiting for the time mine would heal
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
So ends the Drama locked into your Bronze
Nike kisses you and shows you her Womb
Who, despite Angry Lads, live Life's Beyond
Now Married are you to Testimony
I guess you will survive the Afterthought
Of Promos and Parcels you will not Resist
The Wheel turns again; And in your Forenaught
Honest Advices refuse to make a Fist
You have this Resume of Deaf-Record,
Partial to Characters you do not Like
Even if they ask Penance for your Accord
Your Self-Righteousness slaps them in-spite.
What's the use? Your Friends will come to your Defense
Even if an Ant like me Stings to make Sense.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
Most of us are familiar with
The escapism from pain.
For an easy and cheap solution
Or because of advices of the
Doctors, psychologs;
Most of us get a cheap piece of matter
Triggering the oscillation of dopamine,
Making most of us addicted to them
As well as being harmed
As the result of their side effects.
Even the teens intoxicate things
Causing these things.
Some of call this signalling matter
Nicotine or alcohol.
Others call drugs as well as
Medicines having great side effects on
Our psychology that means
Our minds, feelings and importantly
Our souls.
How these piece of matter
Deletes your pain?
Simply, by affecting your
Biologic structure.
This causes the cage of
Emotions and behaviours
Freezing your actions and thoughts
As well as mostly
The cage itself.
This stabilization of actions therefore,
Decreases the capability of
Varying the actions.
What you can do,
You are capable to do.
Capacity is the power.
Lesser power lesser creativity.
All in all
Nothing more than robotic step
You all do in all.
By lesser creativity,
What you do becomes
Completely addiction.
No good, no bad;
Only the robotic step
You all do.
So subject becomes object of
External distraction.
In the hellish world,
You are distracted to hell.
A piece of addictive matter
Ends with
Painful robotic suffering
Until you fade away.
But the music, music, music
Is the harmonious effective vibes of
Yourself.
This music can do anything,
Instead of freezing you only if an only.
This music can do anything,
By transforming the self by
Twisting you through making you
Its beautiful voice.
We classify the music
In account of its causes.
But material cause is not the music.
Instead, the elegance of meaning
As well as the shining effect
Is the music.
It is the music that will
Create the best in us!
Make the best of us!
Hold the best of us!
Than you may say,
I want music but this is poetry.
Than I say,
Poetry is the music of the words.
It is the music of life
Will the shining ray of creativity.
It is the music of life
Will the kingdom of heaven.
Its the nectar in form of music
Being the music of nectar,
Becoming the nectar of the music!
Music creating music
In seem of poem.
Catch it, follow it!
Better than any drugs.
Music creating music
In seem of poem.
Say it! Sing it!
Better than anything!
It is the best, you desire!
We call it, you are welllllllllll...
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
Writing something when you're full
Makes you mix up lion with bull
When you stay off the kitchen
Your stomach feels some itching
Later maybe have some tea
Having too much makes you ***
Take some time to digest
This way you can say the best
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
A crackpot, don't get closer
I thought to myself when I first saw you
Little did the poor me knew
I would end up loving you.
We were living in completely different worlds,
With extremely opposite principles
I denied everything you said, you did
And you were no different
Still I found something comfortable in you
I started telling u all my boring histories
Cussing out the double crossers I have met
Ranting out the regrets of my life
Crying over my first love failure and whatnot
I gave out almost every memory my brain held
You always listened discreetly
To the gibberish coming out of me.
I was able to show the genuine me
Without the fear of being judged,
You saw right through my mind
Like it was a clear glass piece
When it was all dark and dull.
You solved every puzzle of me
Whenever i came with a broken picture.
You came like a summer to me
When my eyes had long rainy days.
I fell sick you nursed me like my mom,
Took wrong turns, you guided me like my dad,
You give advices like my granny,
We sticked together like we were twins,
We fought like we were foes,
You looked after me like a lover.
Now, you have become my crackpot
My family, my love, my fundamental person
Under a single label
My Best friend !!!
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
A seedling tiny of good remembered still
transformed uniform in vastness wavering
roots small of succor turn trunks huge sprouting
back from joys earthy,seeking skies many above
rejoined both, re rooted in mother earth eagerly,
hands and feet merged indistinguishably stoic
in an existence pure, to one being impervious.
a sapling soft now time twisted,gnarled,knotted
to an entity unique, massive of heart fused in soul
then just a being existing simply as one ordained so
by time!
sweet birds in me sing
on me your kids swing
around me in a ring
the gods now impinge
to them maidens cling
for a nice manly thing
under my cool wing
do elders advices bring
I amidst stand like a king
impassive to everything!
A thought in my mind as I see the ancient tree in my village."Hemmara" in my native language of Karnataka, a state in India, means literally an ancient and massive tree.Normally and in some mysterious way this invariably will be a Banyan tree in the village center which has its roots growing out of the earth and joining the branches and branches stooping down and joining the earth to become roots! Around the tree over time idols of innumerable Gods spring up,Elders convene and advise the folk,kids play and village belles flock to pray for a good husband!!
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
Always afraid of the future,
I fear what it might bring...
Life can turn to a scary adventure,
But to my hopes I prefer to cling...
Life is full of surprises,
Everyday yet another situation...
There might be lack of advices,
But it never forbids a solution...
My hands without doubts will tremble,
Life will hit hard to give me pain...
Despite of the agony I'll be unbeatable,
Until I stand up and hit back again...
So many years of ignorance,
But only now I came to understand...
I will never fail to advance,
Until after each fall I once again stand....
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 8:41 AM UTC
Walking a lonely road, stepping over the dry leaves;
Waiting for the sunset, to leave me alone with my thoughts;
Observing the reality is not simple, but feeling it is even harder;
This always follow a change, when u feel theory in real;
For every stand u took, for every right u did;
For every step you took back, for every voice that was suppressed;
A laughing comment may be the reason, or a smile or a ignorance;
Good’s became good joke, deeds became dramas;
Prophets preach love everyone, reality ends in loving ourselves;
No sorry no thanks, rude a person becomes without acknowledgements;
Follow your heart, stop taking free advices, ironical part we do;
Edison said 'value in disaster, start all over again', how hard it is to do;
Ideal is a word that has no practical example;
Even Mahatma Gandhi was only close to ideal;
Resistor to transistor, ideal behaviour has bookish domains;
And what a irony, even great of greatest are running towards this misconception;
Fooling someone is an upcoming talent;
Your last laugh, was it on a ***** act or someone loss??;
Listening advice is a harder job than firing suggestions;
Selfish is a attribute necessary to adopt;
Opening book on a regular day sometimes become crime;
Everyone pretends to be last day hero;
Hardly one dares to take a stand, for someone unknown, for public benefit;
Forgetting, one could be in same place;
Here conscience becomes a vital part;
Doing what it allows, or changing it accordingly;
Does varying conscience have a value? Choice enters in play;
Choice to be what you should be or what you are accepted to be;
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
****** darling
You pretty much own this helpless heart
Knock on wood
Because every time I plan to despairingly sit
I end up fallaciously understood
Desire one and get two
Because my personal algebraic anomaly
Leads me
Then leaves me
All but a clue of what to do
Which lane to travel in
Nor which direction to go
But why not follow nature’s advices
The basic instincts, intuitions
Institutions and devices
Of this heart
But, this is just I
Feeling completely unplugged
I’m simply praying my anatomy will prevent the falling part
Of falling in love
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Pass up until you have it
Wait up until you need it
Tell me the password
I’ll show you and light it up
Give me a valid reason
Inhale until you’re weezing
What are the magic words
Flunked conversations
You have the pedigree
I’ll stay up until your free
Blank revelations
Song inspiration
Pass up until you need it
Don’t rush you’ll have to save it
Tell me the password
I’ll show you and light it up.
They give you lame advices
Trippin’ the lane you’re passing
Timely decisions
They’re on a mission
Talkative boy’s on fire
He gets the double score
He does no picking
Swimming on double rivers
—
I’m just another option
The secondary mission
When he’s out partying
Practically speaking
Pass up until you need it
Wait up until you got it
Tell me the password
I’ll show you and fire it up
Give me a valid reason
Inhale until you’re weezing
What are those magic words
Anticipating
Stay put your inner spirits
Hit it until you miss it
What is the password
Tell me the magic words
My life is very tragic
One hundred percent logic
No fun and happy games
To feed your spirit
Show me your hidden feelings
Give me a point for living
Anticipations
And convolutions
—
Pass up until you say it
Wait up until you keep it
Tell me the password
I’ll show you and light it up
Give me a valid lesson
Inhale until you’re teasing
What are the magic words
Dumped conversations
Never to be belonging
Clingy from floor to ceiling
Am I assuming
This love is blooming?
I’ll take you up the mountains
Reserve a room what happens
I don’t initiate
The pathway to heavens
You may be here just wond’ring
Why are we doing nothing
I am a loser
But never a user
Now you’re showing your body
You are getting too naughty
Tell me the password
I’ll keep it then light it up
—
Igniting the inner senses
Decluttering all the messes
What is the password
Tell me, I’ll act it up
Pass up until you see it
Wait up until you touch it
Tell me the password
I’ll show you and fire it up
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
you see an old man, struggling on his stick,
you hurt him with your words and go your way.
but you expect to be honored, each time the clock ticks,
forgetting that you barely do the same.
a teacher advices, but you reject her with your noise,
she leads you the right way, but you ignore her stress.
then why want others to listen to your voice,
when onto others you don't show a little respect.
respect is just a word, you may never consider,
but when your world starts crumbling, you will be its believer.
don't do tomorrow what you would have don't today,
respect is respect, do it and go your way!
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
I feel empty
Like all the emotions are still inside me
But I don't feel like letting them out anymore
Besides, what is that even for
I feel empty
My starving mind and body can only tell one thing
That this world is too crowded for a person like me
And this is the moment I doubt in voluntarily breathing
I feel empty
I don't wanna think straight
Everything has happened in sync and in serendipity
These actions are just too late
I feel empty
No music, game or form of excitement can wake me up in this reality
Nothing at all can help me now
It's like passing away is planned somehow
I feel empty
This heart that is palpitating or brain having a migrain
Can't make me forget about things that just adds to the never-ending pain
Truly numb forever, this is me
I feel empty
If this will ever be my last goodbye
I would just like to say thank you for everything you have done to me
All those advices at my crisis
Or the shoulder to cry on during my vices
Thank you and now I'll probably die
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
10 years ago and today: there is an
empty space at some table
non-given advices or hugs dwell in the could have been
Knots of silences forms in the throats of those as they remember the names, the moments
Soothing memories are shadowed by the present pain
We promised not to forget.
Even if desired, is impossible,
When your disappearance has impacted so many, even if they didn’t know you
Even if they can only imagine who you were among the thousands of faces lost forever that day,
They can imagine you were
someone’s daughter, or son
Someone’s father or mother,
Someone’s grandfather or grandmother,
Someone’s brother or sister,
Someone’s uncle or aunt,
Someone’s friend or significant other
They can only imagine you, as a figure
fallen within the statistics
HOWEVER,
they cannot feel what some of us felt
In the agony of resignation,
slowly accepting the crude fact
As the days went by, as we held the thinnest of hope alive
In the unconscious human belief (it can’t be happening to us)
And the eternal minutes of waiting for a
phone call, turned into hours
and the visits to strangers in hospitals hoping to see a familiar face
And the dreaded visit that confirmed our biggest fear
To hear a five year old said “I’m mad at god” because he took you away
Some of us saw our sanity crumble
As the reality presented itself
Slowly digesting it during the holidays,
Our birthdays,
Your birthday,
The births of those that you did not get to meet,
Of those that find you strange in picture.
The moments in which we imagine what you would have said
The moments in which your memories comes interrupting the conversations and creating the eternal silence…
We may never forget, but we are still
learning to live without you
Love you always
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
Creeper
Oh thou! on whom i creep,
thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep.
when i spread my palm in mid air
thou provideth me space to creep
and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep.
i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep,
there was a calling i heard as a bud
and i knew the echo ran deep,
the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´
but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep.
I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep,
i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet
but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep
so when i felt the wall next to me,
i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep.
I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out
all around that wall, and,
when i reached the top,
yes the top!
i felt all lonely and lost.
But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to a deep sleep.
The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers
and seeds to sow of baby creepers
who could learn to creep from me.
So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking upto me
and awaiting advices on how to creep.
(After i read what i had written, i felt the book SEAGULL in the background echoing itself)
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
She was the one to tell me about the rules that the game included, about how to not only play but even win the game.
The so called game "Love"
She made me a list of tips and tricks.
1 the person you think about when you stand infront of the ocean,
is your true love.
2 the person you think about when it's 2 am and you are laying in bed,
is your true love.
3 the person you text when your mind is drunk and your eyes are drowned,
is your true love.
She did not go further than these 3, because most people playing were satisfied with only 1.
She told me to be careful and to be pacient, but she also told me to be very strict in handeling these tricks.
She watched me as I played and remained silent when needed, but after many waisted chances she walked up to me.
She asked me 'what's the matter, why aren't you winning?' the poor little thing did not know why her advices could not prevent me from failing.
She yelled and cried and did everything she could, until she finally gave up and left me with the words, 'I think you need to proceed the game without me'
She left thinking that she would never return.
She must have found it weird to get my texts, but came as i asked her to.
'Why did you text me' she yelled to me.
'Because my mind is drunk and my eyes are drowned' I replied.
'Where are we' she asked me. ' Infront of the ocean' I answered.
'What time is it' she wondered 'Almost 2 am' I whispered.
She slowly stepped towards me.
'Why didn't you try the game' she cried to me.'
And that's when I told her.
I told her 'Because I have already won it when I met you'
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
Risk your life out for the crowd
And you get nothing
But more rebels and jealous people
And you get trapped
Controversies made up from nowhere
You still lonely and cry inside
When you try to hear from positive sides
You get stalled by lots of advices
If you respect your people
Don't expect anyone bless you
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
It's that time of the year..
When it's supposed to be me time
The day I left my single life
And entered the coupled zone..
It's that time of the year
When I want to pamper my self
The day I left my care less self
To become a responsible partner..
It's that time of the year..
When life opened it's arm for me
New horizons ..
New adventures..
New difficulties..
New challenges..
All my text books failed to give me
An idea on how to prepare
For what's in store for me
After I come onboard..
It's that time of the year..
When I celebrate getting married..
On this day some 15 years ago...
I became Mrs. Of my Mr....
And life has never been similar again..
The carefree girl is no where to be seen..
The lady thats me today is so totally changed..
But, I love the new me..
The all grown, "wisdomised" me!!
364 days of a year I decide to be grown up,
Giving my kids commands and advices,
And getting up for my duties
But today is the day
I want to celebrate
Just like, I used to celebrate before being married,
So reasoning and all patience
All wisdom I want to bury under the carpet..
It's that time of the year..
When I want to celebrate, dance and party...
For becoming Mrs.... Of my Mr.
back then...!!!
**
Happy anniversary !!!!
**
Sparkle In Wisdom
November 2018
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
Gatsby saw a green light across the sea;
I see a red one in-between the trees,
And hear your frightened callings and pleas,
Your vocal desires to again see
The missing love you desperately need,
The love that gently hides within the reeds
Watching and waiting, so fiercely it feeds
Like the stalker hiding up in the tree.
But I am not the twisted, sick ******
And I did not ask you for "your prices," --
In my defense, everything was hazy.
I was at home and should have remained there
And listened to my father's advices
When he warned me not to fall for crazy.
May 12, 2011
May 12, 2011 at 7:23 PM UTC
You hide your motives
in your apologies.
Your lust
in your love.
Your plots
in your promises.
I masked my pain
in my smiles.
My manipulations
in my advices.
My schemes
in my prayers.
Cunningly,
like you did.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
She's her own landscape
No illusions
Spends her time hustling
On the emptiness of matresses
She looks for the essence
Mirror's Mystery
Following her own advices
Protects her beauty
Shows her wierdness
Royal and unharmed
She looks for a vibration
The sweet connection
The eyes that will kiss her
Child of imperfections
Innocent without a reason.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
She has a core
A focus, her focus is real
But her focus is gone
Her focus violently said No
Her meaning went off
She hasn't been ripped
She's a vacant impulse
Her focus is dislocated
how wrong
How sad to see her heart!
Her focus won't come back
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Love opens doors and closes them behind
Her focus won't let her be
She frantically fights, advices not to love too much
because she did
She puts up with my glory and feeds me still
Because her glory is gone,
When your focus points to a dead end street
I can feel you girl, your tragedy of love
When the meaning is gone,
And you chase the sun desperately
But the sun is not enough
The sun doesn't shine as bright
The sun is dimmed, simply not calling out your name
The sun lacks something, you run away
And everything is pointless today, even the sun rays
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
*only tribute we can give to great personalities is
"remembering there advices and following them"
the only respect we can give for great people*
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
**A
Business man
Lost everything in business
has little money
Surrounded by troubles
we advices him to
move to village
take agriculture
deep inside the village
Coz
the advantage of agriculture
it offers maximum self-sufficiency
and also
provides maximum isolation
from the so called
cunning world..**
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC