Creative and Contained word exploration
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… Continue reading FIRST LOVE | REPOST
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. Read the complete poem The Fabricated Lure
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.
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… Continue 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. Shamelessly.
John Keats(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to… Continue reading A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats
