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 uponContinue reading ““Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” | JOHN KEATS”
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 beingContinue reading “FIRST LOVE | REPOST”
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”
Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,
Staring, the filled sky with grains,
Glittering in the nights.
He beseeches for a masterpiece.
Say it, the way it is,
So… it’s not the way,
It has to be.
“Why” – she questioned,
Why is it not the way, it has to be..?
Few drops of unattended thoughts, travel all the way from the clouds of imaginations, not entertaining, but pertaining to something within, falls on dry hearts. It’s an amalgamation of a life, creating a covered, preserved and promising way of dealing, with pain and strains of lives. It regenerates lives, boosting energies of dead cells, andContinue reading “Drops of thoughts”