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 intimated my own thoughts,
But it does happen to me,
Like a life that was not the same ever since.

She could have seen me,
A glimpse of me to her,
Or a never-ending gaze,
Could be something there,
I must have done,
But that moment of love,
Is a love that loses to win.


Poetry Repost | A Nap in the Lap of Nature |Environment Day

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 peace and the satisfaction,
happens with the wonders of nature,
So real, to electrify your soul,
Regeneration of self-willpower,
A nap in the lap of nature,
a medicine, a therapy it is.

Natural Amalgamation

Relentlessly, walking through the silent roads, I couldn’t find a way to escape the thoughts of amalgamation, i would say. People often losses themselves to people around them. The thoughts however keeps hovering into the heads; the thoughts of being you. Why can’t we understand thoughts of delving into the nature or resources the nature has provided? we keep on distancing ourselves from the truth that lies in the natural landscapes. Is it us who is restless ? or is it the nature that doesn’t have enough?

If we ask ourselves when was the last time I smiled looking at the flowers or when was the last time I slept beneath the sky full of stars? We may find some unsatisfying answers to our questions. The love of nature and it creations is sufficient to raise us, isn’t it? We belong to nature itself, isn’t it true? yes it is. Our relationships to people around us is simply based on the fact that; if you do something for me, I’ll do or will think about doing something for you. The nature doesn’t ask us to do anything in return. It stays for us even if we don’t. That makes it more valuable than humans. Nature is generous, it is selfless, it always stands for us even if we don’t.

We live in a world of Hazards, the trees could’t breathe, the water can’t identify its colour, the animals are our foods which is same as killing a life like yourself and eating them. It’s not that we don’t understand the consequences, but the thing is we haven’t seen them. we can say we can handle the consequences, then why’re we staying in our houses, locked. This needs to be reexamined.

The nature is reviving itself when we’re locked. we have seen couple of examples; the water is becoming clearer, the sky is becoming blue day by day, the animals who were scare can be seen walking on streets. As we understand how things are, we understand it more precisely than ever: the earth belongs to all of her resources, she wants us to have it equally. She wants us to grow together, we take care of each other. It doesn’t belong to humans only.

At a time when we are locked out in our houses, let’s pledge for a better tomorrow. Let’s start treating nature as a part of ourselves. we should start talking to them, we should make surrounding better for them as well. So as if they will have a better world, we’ll live a beautiful future.

First Love

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 intimated my own thoughts,
But it does happen to me,
Like a life that was not the same ever since.

She could have seen me,
A glimpse of me to her,
Or a never-ending gaze,
Could be something there,
I must have done,
But that moment of love,
Is a love that loses to win.

A Masterpiece

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, to decor with,
Utensils, to cook and eat with.
Love and emotions put into it,
to live with.

Paving ways to the thirst of his creativity,
to accomplish, its starvation,
to achieve its thoughts, of giving life,
life to the cluster of soil and water.

Now scattered, within itself,
asks for relief, in search of something,
a masterpiece,
to mark his name,
in the history of this world.

Never found, was a masterpiece.
Found, was never a masterpiece.
Life squanders, to a limitless,
infinite, search for the pearls.

Never seen but catching,
Attentions of all, calling,
hidden inside,
deep and within,
the structured, boundaries of flesh,
Craving, is a masterpiece.

Ashes of Thoughts

Stays somewhere,
little ashes of thoughts,
dawning in the middle
of some stray stars,
alone but surrounded,
by meaningless bushes
of burdens.

A walking thought,
starts running,
on some unknown roads.
irritated, hopelessly,
trying to escape,
from all the realities,
that caused enough.

A howling truth,
begins to kill,
every breathe in the flesh.
like an enemy,
of its own.

Hope, a myth,
breaking and germinating again,
and at last,
betrays us all,
a life stays with hope,
and dies, in hope.