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”
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”
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”
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.
Flowers in the garden of god,the aesthetic, elegant mankind,flourished from one to the other,an infinity of beauteous nature. Somewhere, bestrewed with heavyLeaves of cruelty, sits some flowers,Covered in Bosky roots of hungerand poverty. In the brume of misery,they ask for nothing,but a mere questionof blooming,at odd time,at odd place,in odd conditions,is this life is givenContinue reading “The Dirty flowers in the garden of God”
On the sore of a river,
beside the ponderous forest,
from the burning dry woods,
they were born.
The glitters of the sun rays, when fall on the soils of existence, magnificent fruits of life procreate” Mansi Singh
For the regeneration of life,A nap in the lap of nature,a medicine, a therapy it is. For all of our worries,For a frustrated, an irritated mind,a disturbed soul, and a fast beating heart,A nap in the lap of nature,Is the cure, a medicine, a therapy it is. For a life, you beg for,The calmness,the peaceContinue reading “Poetry Repost | A Nap in the Lap of Nature |Environment Day”
We have always been less human than human,
In the glare of pathetic greed, we are leading,
Like never before, or like every Single time.
There isn’t any sign of togetherness,
Good deeds, a better past, or our glory,
If there is, it’s rare, so we share.
These mountains, a solid architecture,a life with the green canvas, all over it,like a bold green flesh, raised by the sun,the summers, winters and spring passing,it stays still, never complaining, about anything. In summers, Sun melts him, like fire vomiting dragon,his little trees and plants die due to illness,lack of water causes death to belovedContinue reading “The beauty of Life”