A green spring leaf,Shed by its tree,Yellowing into an autumn spirit,Starts it's journey. Driven by dust,Whooshing with it,Tossed and turned,Traveling miles continuously.Though small infant steps,It breathes every moment,Captures every milestone,Preserves in it's heart. It admires this beautyOf constant change,But even breaks down,Into darkness,which brings pain. Then the flickering lightsOf the lamp of the future,Allures it… Continue reading THE JOURNEY OF HUMAN SOUL
Shrunken face with dead-like skin,Wailing eyes, but to others, invisible,Chapped lips, sucked out of life,Burning bones, pale and visible.Carved out neck but not elegant,No beauty in stance, breathing corpse,Flesh-ridden body, so pain-stricken,With acute hunger, he warps.Dismantled dignity, he begged for alms,Broken faiths but holding to life,Fighting the last shreds of moments he has,Life or death,… Continue reading HUNGER
Eyes that shine with experience,Wrinkled lines on the forehead,Subtle and solemn facethat hides fears,And Smile of a silly teenager.Eyelashes wet with worries,Some silvery hair strands waving out,Endless prayers of well being,She recitesAnd sole responsibility of hers,She believes,To seed happiness into lives of loved.O! Maybe the angel itself has taken birthIn human form,To set free the… Continue reading IF I POETISE A MOTHER..
Shared, Cared, celebrated,the moments of fallen days,nostalgically memorized,some path traveled with an army of own, the ruling legends, a family, not at home. A group of persons, met in different phases of life, a stranger at first, and a friend at the end.some met at childhood, some at young and some will be with me… Continue reading A FAMILY, NOT AT HOME | FRIENDSHIP DAY SPECIAL | POEM
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
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
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 on… Continue reading THE PEN OF CREATIONS