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”
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”
Cinnamon(ic) Life
Just like cinnamonI add flavour to likeLet’s roam you aroundA Cinnamon(ic) life It grows in the barkOf some special treesIt’s aura aromatiseYour cuisine being Use it as a spiceOr make your special teaJust like a cinnamonYou’ve healthy believe©_mythworld_
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”
Slavery
//It hurts when they call you slaveHow can you call another same?// Around the globeIn a county like yoursThere is a trend of saleOf slaves by norms To keep you happyBy hook or by crookYou bargain for pricesFor their every look You make them lickYour foot left printsYou master them asThey’re pets you need ~Continue reading “Slavery”
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”
Growling stomach
// His stomach is not habitual of bearingSo much food he got in a day. // That morning when I woke up for jog, the smashing noise of rain were coming from my window.I went outside to feel the pleasure it brings with every drop while in the mean time a boy around 6 pavedContinue reading “Growling stomach”
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