indian bard poetry collection

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 beingContinue reading “FIRST LOVE | REPOST”

Poem Excerpts: 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.

Caged Bird | Poem | Maya Angelou

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.

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 peaceContinue reading “Poetry Repost | A Nap in the Lap of Nature |Environment Day”

Poetry | Less Human than Human

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.

A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats

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 the earth,Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearthOfContinue reading “A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats”