A FAMILY, NOT AT HOME | FRIENDSHIP DAY SPECIAL | POEM

Shared, Cared, celebrated,the moments of fallen days,nostalgically memorized,some path traveled with an army of own, the ruling legends, a family, not at home. A group of persons, met in different phases of life, a stranger at first, and a friend at the end.some met at childhood, some at young and some will be with me… Continue reading A FAMILY, NOT AT HOME | FRIENDSHIP DAY SPECIAL | POEM

Confluence of love | REPOST

The love of yours, To the love of mine,The affinity of heart-beats, To remain alive. The eyes of yours, And the eyes of mine, Enough to see, The world of ourselves. The arm of yours, To the arms of mine,Enough to reside, For the whole of our lives. The lip of yours, To the lips… Continue reading Confluence of love | REPOST

“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” | JOHN KEATS

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—         Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,         Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike task         Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask         Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,         Pillow'd upon… Continue reading “Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” | JOHN KEATS

FIRST LOVE | REPOST

The way she passed the bridge of my memory,I lost my way out of the senses.The lights of courage in me was diminished,Flaunted by the winds of first love. Her gaze of glitters stared at me,Like she holds secrecy of wings,A breath that dissolved in me,felt like a fragrance of undiscovered life. I hated being… Continue reading FIRST LOVE | REPOST

DARKNESS | LORD BYRON

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space,Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earthSwung blind and blackening in the moonless air;Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,And men forgot their passions in the dreadOf this their desolation; and… Continue reading DARKNESS | LORD BYRON

A MASTERPIECE| REPOST

Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,Staring, the filled sky with grains,Glittering in the nights.He beseeches for a masterpiece. A thought, that can change,his life, before, it ends. Carving, through the muds of soil,he began his journey of life. Some emotions, like an ocean,with devotion, and his imagination,created some wonderful creations. Dolls, to play with,Sculptures,… Continue reading A MASTERPIECE| REPOST

Poem Excerpts: THE FABRICATED LURE

The divine ride of my bicycle through hazy humanity,innocent replica of tomorrow how dim witted!!slow-thicken and twisted, lullaby of lies we heard,melody of myths, each passing day subsides.the goodness, the beauty and the morale of life.ashes, ashes, all fell down. Read the complete poem The Fabricated Lure