Poetry

Beautiful, but strange…

I don’t miss him,
I miss the person I thought he was.

Everything was so beautiful, but strange.

Somewhere beneath his smile,
And with just a shine in his eyes;
I still remember the unbroken ties.

From his promises and laughters,
To the warmth of his soul;
The depth of his voice and him as a whole!

I guess it was just his existence,
The bond we both shared;
How it all started but distance is what prevailed.

But today, there’s nothing I regret.
I just curse that day when we met.

My heart still asks that one melancholy question;
And I wonder what I dread more,

The echo or the answer!


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Poetry

I call her “My Mum”

It all started in her lap that day,
When I cried and she smiled away;
Close to her heart, she held me there
To give a glimpse of life and a touch of care.

She was the one with a hand to lend;
Right from our start, down till her end;

Her love being like the moonlight song,
Turning harsh things to beauty for long;

More than just my friend, my mentor, my guide
I call her “my mum”, and she is my real pride.

But I fear that day,
When ‘my colours’ will turn grey;
No one to hold me high,
Deep inside a silent cry.

No matter what, she will always be in my heart,
In every memory and never far apart.

Cause she is the only one and we all call her our mother
Like whom, you’ll find no other!


Poetry

How wonderful this world could be…

How wonderful this world could be,
If there were no limitations and all were free;

Without any discrimination of caste and creed,
And no one out there with humanly greed;

With happiness all around,
And grief not found;
With respect for all
And unity during the fall.

But here we see that the differences are brought,
Right from the beginning this is what we are taught;

When fat is too fat and slim is too slim,
When white is over black
And this is where we lack.

Inner beauty is not what all identify;
And looking at this, my heart’s wanna cry.

I wonder, will I ever be able to see a world…
Where there’s peace and delight,
Where we all can unite;

Where beauty is brought with a smile on each face;
Not only me, but this is the world we all would embrace.


Poetry

Finding Nepenthe!

And then it all started to fall apart but…

There’s a thing about pain
It demands to be felt;
Not just from one, but the whole human belt.

You don’t get to choose if you get hurt
But you have some say in who hurts you with this dirt.

Cheers to people who fear no hatred and live with this;
Cause they believe, that ignorance is bliss…
But the before pain scenario is what they all miss.

To those in this world dealing with this out there;
Suffering is life, you need to be aware.

Hopes are intact… And there’s nothing to loose
A tear or a smile, it’s you who has to choose!


Poetry

The Journey Begins…

Thanks for joining me…
This is my first blog, hope you like it and appreciate the efforts!

 

“Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter”. Hope we all have a long way to go as fellow readers.

 

IT HURTS!

It hurts, when you have a lot to say
But, no one who could listen.

It hurts when the world changes so fast,
When you want the moments to last,
Flashing by, they seem to be a thing of the past.

It hurts when your friends become strangers;
Strangers with some familiar memories.

It hurts… It does!!

When things are left unsaid…
When actions remain constricted…
Although changed, but yet the same!

And this feeling of emptiness,
Fills your empty heart.
You pray for this to be undone,
Coz now you have none.

But you try to find strength in silence,
Among this loneliness and your inner violence.

Coz the dark has been your forever friend,
Always had a hand to lend.
But you still have a belief;
Someone would come and get your heart a relief.

But ohh man!
Why don’t you understand,
That the marks humans leave are too often ‘scars’,
‘Coz they forget the good old time of ours.