Her loose skin is the souvenir Her shining eyes are proof Her wrinkled face is long lasting Her smile in it, her beauty! Her white hair is not her age Her tight grip is proof Her bent body is mere world Her love shows her beauty! Though age old she is Though there’s no teethContinue reading “Her beauty”
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I like when the rain dance
The rhythm they make, they make by heart; I like when the rain…when the rain dance! More stories they tell, one after the other; And them being better…better after better! I love the shrine, the sky glimpse smile; I like it when the rain…when the rain alone flies! On tip-toes, it tap on my window;Continue reading “I like when the rain dance”
Sharda Navratri: Day 1
Maa Durga Avtara 1 Shailputri With trishul in one and lotus in another She has come riding on bull, in weather Her almond eyes, witnessing all sins Performed, according to your wills Her black long hairs are enough to tie To forget the world, enough is her smile Just do namaskar with all your heartContinue reading “Sharda Navratri: Day 1”
An abondened artist
An abondened artist ~ Sacrificing his dreamsHe negotiated his family needsAn artist who painted this beautiful world for meIs the one who abandoned his dreams for we A man who is truly a person to be grantedAll the happiness we share in this worldHe is an artist who abondenedHis every wish to live for usContinue reading “An abondened artist”
Attic
I looked wooden doorStill gaze my way to be backAnd my feetAlways take me away from that I know the box insideFamiliar families there lieWith a picture book of my heartThat too separates my part I wangle on the dusty wardrobeTo look for my old telescopeWith which my eyes gazed the moonMoony beam and starsContinue reading “Attic”
They’d say
If rose could writeIt’d say…“I symbolise your loveIn my lovely way.” If lavender could writeIt’d say…“I symbolise devotion serenity,And your hearty grace.” If peony could writeIt’d say…“I symbolise happy lifeStarting from your wedding day.” If gardenia could writeIt’d say…“Shh…keep it secretI’m your love bae!”
Social sites
Social media being a vast platform to show up your talent do have some flaws too. If it’s supportive…it’s addictive too. Still it’s the best opportunity to uncover your hidden talents and make the world aware of metaphors that make your life poetry beautiful. For me, my metaphor is poetry itself… I can’t remember myContinue reading “Social sites”
Thank you
Dear poetries,You share my every weakening part or every deepening strength.You know my past and present.Thank you for sharing with me; my crying nights and bleeding days.Thank you for being a part of some of my weeping birthdays. To be my fragmentI thank youTo be my friendI thank you To keep my secrets safeI thankContinue reading “Thank you”
Mr House
Those pillars of yoursStand uprooted siltO, Mr HouseYou’re the home for mist. Your walls blunderedYou’re abandonedO, Mr HouseYou’re freaking sick. Your doors screamingAs we pass you threeO, Mr HouseWoods are slicy thick. Fans with lengthy rodsRetrieving your arrivalO, Mr HouseYou’re old and rival. Your property’s costLeast my memories withinO, Mr HouseYou’re my family’s heart in.
Writer
I’m a mere heart-warming poetry Enhancing thy scars as a beauty garland; An abstract of pious heart sheen Yielding every touch of thy healthy emotions. I’m a ship submerged in the sea of intensities; A saint in the church of love Worshiping every shade of thy worthy beauties. I’m a keen writer; selfless or adeptContinue reading “Writer”
Poetry Pot 