Few but all things will change

Few but all things will change,after this night of nightmares ends,the way we looked at the world and now we do,the death that seems new normal will haunt;the path we mustn’t have taken,the dread of death must have been stopped. The boundary-wall of blood weaving its heightand never looks down,the sprawling hands of death catchingContinue reading “Few but all things will change”

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

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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 lipsContinue reading “Confluence of love | REPOST”

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”

THE FORGIVEN BETRAYAL

Oh! The light of faith has gone
And the serene blindness in it,
Warmth of the hearts dulled
Have icy questions in it…
The silken thread of trust
Is somehow, broken,
And the feathery feelings
Are now, just a token…

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. Then ticked on the Life’s clock, adult reality,Full moon brings the darkest night agitated,for peopleContinue reading “THE FABRICATED LURE”

THE PEN OF CREATIONS

It’s enfolding, the forgotten me,the dead me and the rising me,a prose of love,and some poetries of life. It stretches me out,from the life of hazards,to the life of wonders.Like a lyrics,Written on breaths,It sings inside,to make a charm,Blowing up the faces. It feels the joy,Of creating thoughts,the ink of zeast,Filled to the life,Writing onContinue reading “THE PEN OF CREATIONS”

Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving.

The pond, the lake,and the little lotus,Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving. these stories are real,like us, but, they never share us, like we never share ours. They play, they love, and they get hurt,they feel broken and fight for their survival.