"chetna" poems
What's inevitable shall come to pass,
Go back, rewind rewind rewind
But, what's inevitable shall come to pass!
Picked up that call,
Went for the troll,
Never saw the car,
You thought was far,
Go back rewind rewind rewind
But, what's inevitable shall come to pass!
Moved out, moved abroad,
You didn't get the call,
Can now just nod,
For she had a terrible fall,
Go back rewind rewind rewind
But, what's inevitable shall come to pass!
Debit credit debit credit,
All the while,
Monet on her mind
All the colours she didn't find,
Go back rewind rewind rewind
But, what's inevitable shall come to pass
Red orange yellow and pink
Bride bride Groom Groom
Let the new now sink
Unsaid dreams though in gloom
Go back rewind rewind rewind
But, what's inevitable shall come to pass
Go back, rewind rewind rewind
To the beginning, change it,
The tiniest of them all, hit it,
Go back rewind rewind rewind,
Maybe just maybe,
What's inevitable might not come to pass!!
- Chetna
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
Perception, though is a tad complex
It makes you selfish and selfless
The side you choose, the path you take
Everything comes down to the perception you make
We look for perfection outside,
Don't strive for it inside,
He should have been a certain way
But refuse changing own self every day
How to get around
How to skip the crazy swound
Perhaps be the best you can
For you can't control any other man
There's a bigger maths in place
Its known who does hold the mace
See the bigger picture
Everything along the way is a mere fixture
Its for us to decide the priorities
Love respect or insta stories
What would matter in the long run
Because what's done can't be undone
Though can be changed
But leaving it chained
Would it ever go back to the same?
Can it ever be the same?
Perhaps, perhaps not
You'll try because why not?
Perception, though is a tad complex
It makes you selfish and selfless
The side you choose, the path you take
Everything comes down to the perception you make
- Chetna
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
Beauty isn't just what is seen,
There's much more that makes a Queen.
With the utmost content and joy,
You can find it even in a small toy.
For a kind act can be beautiful,
And so is any deed that is merciful.
It's in a baby's cry and smile,
It's in the trouble that makes life worthwhile.
It's what you see with your eyes shut,
Something that still touches your heart but.
Its right when you haven't had a single touch,
A smile professes the love much.
It's when you don't get word to utter,
Beauty lies in the love of stutter.
It's in the every less hour you slept,
To hug your beloved while they wept.
It's in the cookies and muffins you still got,
Even when Mom had worked a lot.
It's in the air all around,
My dear, beauty is in every crazy swound.
-Chetna
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
Though the same land,
Worlds apart by the Wall.
One side knows no ail
Other side knows no avail
How much difference can a wall make
I wondered, evidently a lot
Let that sturdy ground shake
For the riches need to be re-sort
A semiclothed beggar sleeps on one end
And a lady in fur sips wine on the other bend
No water no food no clothes outside
No pain no struggle no sunburn inside
Who made the decision, who gets what?
Probably the education which definitely seems must.
Maybe the literacy spreads to each corner soon
And both ends look same from the moon.
Though the same land,
Worlds apart by the Wall.
One side knows no ail
Other side knows no avail
- Chetna
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC