Creative and Contained word exploration
Oh, this cage of mine,Deep dark waters that chokes me,Running down my auburn eyes,Maybe, now a little deep blue,With time,With endless streams of pains,I shed every night,Some winter dewdrops on my lilac cheeks,I wipe with rising sunshine.Locked in other's dreams and desires,I forgot to breathe,I forgot to let myself live,And You,You found me within this… Continue reading RAPUNZEL
In my most dreadful moments,Where i lose my way,Darkness engulfs andI don't even wanna stay,In this cruel world full of lies,Deceit, falseness and charcoal skies,You lighten up my existence,You're the one I look up to,In instants of self-resistance...What are you?Maybe you're my Polaris,My own Pole Star,Showing me the way to live, to breathe,To smile through… Continue reading You’re the star to me that shines the brightest…
A pampered box of wood; scratched, cut, and demolished; stands in the corner of my heart. still to be noticed, silenced to be heard.
Once upon a nightmare, Under the oak tree, Gazing the October sky, Painted darker than black, I flumped onto the blood-red ground beneath me,
Eyes that shine with experience,Wrinkled lines on the forehead,Subtle and solemn facethat hides fears,And Smile of a silly teenager.Eyelashes wet with worries,Some silvery hair strands waving out,Endless prayers of well being,She recitesAnd sole responsibility of hers,She believes,To seed happiness into lives of loved.O! Maybe the angel itself has taken birthIn human form,To set free the… Continue reading IF I POETISE A MOTHER..
The CBI has finally been investigating Sushant Singh Rajput’s case and some people can’t resist it completely. When everyone is concerned about fishy and fuzzy investigation done by Maharashtra Police and the impartial involvement of Maharashtra government some media houses are trying to play their dirty game of journalism and falsehood. When I say dirty… Continue reading THE DIRTY OPINIONISTS : THE PRINT AND JYOTI YADAV
Few drops of unattended thoughts, travel all the way from the clouds of imagination, not entertaining, but pertaining to something within, falls on dry hearts.
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
"Never heard the whispers of flowers, the stones remained stones."
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
