"cherised" poems
Monochromtic.
Those gleaming eyes.
Filled with dreams of the universe,of the unspoken world,
The golden smile you wear is a beauty which can't escape; the eyes of your admirers.
'You have valued me,reinforced in me your good virtues.
Loved me in good.
Cherised me in my bad.
Don't you get tired?
'Don't you feel like breaking this bond and running away?
The girl who has always beared me and will continue to do so till the world comes to an end,
'You'll be my bridesmaid'
Said she.
Those lovely words made my heart skip with joy.
Of chimes and beautiful music,
That beautiful day will come,of your marriage.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
what is love?
is it the times when
you feel butterflies, or
the times when
you cant even breath
what is love?
is it the times when
you feel cherised, or
the times when
you're on the loo
what is love?
is it the times when
a day is more than a day, or
is it the times when
there's no more somedays
what is love?
is it the times when
you get to fly so high, or
the times when
the world seems to shallow you
honestly, what is love?
is it all about the happiness, or
the pains?
or a combination of both?
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
Art
is like worshiping god
With the purest of intention
Of surrendering to master
Pouring the love in the form of art as a mark of devotion
Art is melting oneself to the mould of the form
Lifting the soul to reach beyond the worldy consideration
Art is beauty in the eyes of the artist
It is love beyond comparison
It is promise unbreakable
It is the faith and believe of one's existence
No rewards and recognitions matter
When it's deeply pursued from heart
Love and devotion feeds the soul
When cherised in the form of art
Manisha
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
It’s better to go ahead with the flow rather than look for a change and desire for something new
Agreed, luck favors the brave, but not always
Especially, when the tide is against you.
It’s better to seek help when needed and in doing so, also learn something new
Expertise and experience come along with time
Something of which everyone falls short of over a period of time
It’s better to cope and deal with the changes in the present rather than lamenting upon something that went wrong in the past
A thing from past will always be remembered as a part and parcel of the past
Move ahead from the past to get aligned with the present moment of time.
At a given moment of time when the need of hour is fulfilled
Sooner or later present moment will become a thing of past
Still it will always be remembered and cherised for a long period of time.
Moments and memories from the past
A few glimpses from the past
Not only do they fill the vaccum of life, but also they give a new meaning to life.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
i cherised ourselves in silence breeze
at every corner of crowd we've cultured together
and on every personalities i've dictaded
i've grown my trees on you
yet you put an end to my tree
i should had known you're my lumberjack behind me
brought axe sharpened behind my corner
you'd warmed me by the fireplace
branches by branches
from the trees i've nurtured on you
at least i still get warmth for a second
a milli if i could tell
at least i still get warmth
and i asked
and i asked you
for once
you said
you put effort on your tree
you cared too much for me
you've watered it down
with sweet sweat with sour tears
for me
but i still smell me on your fire
mahogany vanilla, fresh autumn
orangish purple, i could visioned
and i asked
and i asked you
million times
all you said was
it was your tree
your ******* tree
your tree that you couldn't named of
what was the wood what was the fruit
what was it? you didn't know
lame
i extinguished flame you engulfed
that only affected on us
your option was go and go away
some i couldnt choose
i let myself stranded in your tiny little miniature
of towns you've built over my anxiety
by words youve trashed down
on my feelings
if i stay, i'd soaked my soil with my ***** tempest
if i go, i 'd walked on invisible string gagged and blindfolded
i choose to stay
growing trees on anger
i bow down
if i stand up
i could see all direction
and i could see you watering down
your tree on your person
such a gardener you are
Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 9:12 AM UTC
Let us burn a lamp of knowledge
for those who are egoist and small,
Small neither in age nor in wage,
But potted & brittle clays those,
who are miles away from the God.
The God who is omnipresent & omniscient,
but, innocent like a nascent child,
In the divinely stretched and limitless sky,
Like an aloof but flying & singing kite.
We are most often fools,
But he is always wise,
He lives close to us
But, unseen and unrealized.
Away from the God, I mean those
who are confined to self & supercilious in this zoo.
The zoo not only of birds and animals
But which comprises all i.e.he, she, me & you.
Let us,
Share our cognizance with them also,
if not the whole then, just a little mole,
As it may facilitate them in achieving MOKSHA( salvation from physical existence)
a long cherised life- goal.
Methinks, then,
It would be the beginning of a new era,
All around people blissful & stout,
The whole world whirling in mirth,
and nothing to be worried about.
Mukesh Kataria
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
He was a work of art,
Bright, beautiful, unique
His head back, pulse visible in his neck
Sunkissed skin and brilliant eyes
Dark lips and blinding smile
He was a work of art
And art should be cherised
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
A girl created her own deep hope
When she is broken,
She put her feelings into poems
And she listened to every single silent of her soul
And jumped into a buried smile
And gathered all the sparkling frustration
And disappeared in a covered damage;
She is a master of a nicest holocaust
Until she discovered her own contentment
And destroyed the unfortunate events
of herself
And cherised a timeless adventure
And rewarded an aimlessly silhouette
And pondered an untouchable bliss;
She is a master of a wildest serendipity.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
This is what happens
When a Hope meets a Dream
A Hope wants something
It yearns, desires, and wishes
It survives on progress
A Dream is a fantasy
It's fragile and cherised
It survives on delusion
But when a Hope meets a Dream
And the Dream looks
A little like progress
And the Hope is
a little deluded
It can seem like a miracle
Until they both destroy each other
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
A knock at my door of hope left a message meant for my heart...
A picture of the life I know with a forcast of a storm I seen slowly start....
"To whom it may concern the jurisdiction of your trials cannot be placed
Like the jury will deliberate a guilt contained in your face
Exhibit a thru z all have your marks and are known to the truth
A charge of negligence cannot be lessened because of ur youth
Prior records all will be weighed
But a bail plea is yours to be made
You can be placed at the scene of your crimes
The evidence is too strong to be wrong every time
May I suggest you settle this with a letter you should have sent from the start
So a restitution payment of pain dosent break your heart
I assume this notice will be enough to make it clear
That you will not be allowed near the ones you hold dear
So as a counsel to your cherised estate
Please don't tempt the supreme court of fate..."
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
We're all born with purity in our hearts, one day it'll all fall apart
Lies written across their faces, doing it on a day to day basis
The rare ones cherised, too scared that they'll perish
Their thoughts trapped inside, they're out of their minds
Without a care in the world, we're used to being told
You're all alone, there's nobody to hold
If only they could trade places
but they can't fill eachothers spaces
Waiting for the day to come
when there will be no one
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC