#WORLD POETRY DAY
Let no bitterness around,
Slowly get the better of you.
For you start turning them around,
For you start judging others,
Left with nothing but remorse.
#PHOTO CHALLENGE 59
I can still feel my despair,
With every breeze, with every storm.
I can still feel there is a lot left to be said,
With every word, with every silence.
I can still feel there is a lot way to go,
With every step, With every fall.
There is nothing gone, a lot left unsaid.
TRAPPED IN BLOOD
The blood stain in the kerchief, he kept in his pocket safe, and rushed out of the room. The urge to leave the hotel pushed him forcefully that he hit someone who came opposite to him. She fell as his rush was quite in haste. And as he gave his hand to help her up, he saw her face that was glowing beautifully masked here and there by her silky hair, in the air. She lifted herself up with a smile that was holding his hand and h...
Born as a result of his lustfullness
Died for the same, an angel in mess.
Daddy, before she could even say
He became the bloody demon who took her life's ray.
With a loud scream that was the last,
The baby was forever lost.
Lost and losing,
Fumes puffed in deeper
He was a living poison
Alcohol in Soul.
Talk about the men, not just her!
BLAME THE MOON....!
Was it Her?
Or The Lord's Err?
Was it the dress?
Or the darkness?
Was it the skin?
Or just karma's Sin?
Was it He?
Or the Society?
Was it the law?
Or the lives he saw?
Was it a biological rush?
Or a cruelty in need to crush?
Was it the night?
Or the absence of a knight?
Was it her beauty?
Or the lack of faith in deity?
Was it the drug?
Or a human slug?
Was it really something?
Or just a mysterious nothing?
What was it????
Oh just shut your thoughts.
Blame The Moon..!
Blamed in Flame,
Burnt in Shame,
Tears kept rolling down the cheeks.
for it was nothing else She could do,
other than watch the next victim
die the same brutal death, as her.
Same cry for help, No Saviour heard.
This time, the girl had an unknown friend
Shedding tears for her, from the other world.
Rapes continued. Deaths too.
So did the tears. Just helpless..!
Dying every minute,
I'm so excited!!
Sunday I leave my little city in Italy for a week and with my friend I go to Würzburg in Germany!
I study German from three years but I can't speak very well and I so agitated because I can't speak with my new family.
I think that will be a beautiful holiday.
I repeat every time and I so sorry for my English.
The train sings it its frustration
A high keening wail as it's forced to sit idle
Doors open, trapped in the station's cage.
"We apologize for the delay in service"
The administration drone announces for the umpteenth time
Polite, impersonal and uninterested
Ironically, seconds later, with a joyous hiss
The train closes its steel mouths
And throws itself down the tracks toward the sunset
Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyesyesawwwwwwwwwwww
Our coach alternately exults and complains
As it races forward then slows to each station
"This train is bound for Airport Station" repeats the robovoice
Somehow more lifelike than the human voice earlier
It reminds us of our destination each minute
In the bel...
We live in our own world
Speaker to deaf audience
Listener to busy friends
Then who is listening to us ?
Who is my audience ?
You need not speak to be heard
You need not listen to reply
Your audience is the inner child
And listener to the inner voice.
You need no sympathy,
The clue to every puzzle
With a stoic stare
All arguments ended fair
They had equal share.
A Writing Prompt So Beautiful..!
Beauty to me, is
... Contentment in solitude.
... The very first tiny little drop of rain in a drought land.
... The drizzle from the sky when Sun still radiates its heat.
... Baby smile.
... A Kid telling story.
... Sacrificing the self for the happiness of someone you love.
... Tears that burst out after all happy and sad moments.
... Wrinkles that wear smiley emoticons as you get old.
... The true lies you accept honestly.
... Forgiveness that restores relationships.
... Oneness in all souls, despite all differe...
Beauty is self acceptance,
Believing in the creation.
Loving it's ubiquitous presence,
Admiring the natural affair.
Beauty is perception,
Climbing the ladder of self belief.
How you smile at the glaring mirror,
Not how others want you to be .
Beauty is appreciation,
Accepting the present.
Embracing the imperfection,
Amidst the desire for perfection.
Beauty is simplicity,
Beauty is loving another soul.
It isn't your identity,
But Just another definition.
Her eyes kept searching for it. for those in pain, can never live in peace, she thought. And continued her search. The longing for peace, silencing her heartbeats then and there. She stilled her soul, in the midway of the journey to seek and find. It was his voice. Towards her, he came. And that's when she found. Peace resting deep within Love. In his chest, buried her pain, she was free, letting life live..!