Monthly Archives: April 2017
my glass heart
and my heart shattered into pieces
little did you realise its properties
I always opened up my heart for you
and you kept digging its novelties
yes, my heart is made up of glass
so that it remains transparent
so that it shows its truthfulness
without fear of any undercurrent
and yes it is highly opaque too
so that it doesn’t pass negativity in
and retains its innocence and warmth
and doesn’t allow crooks to peep in
yes, my heart is made up of glass
so that it can show its refractive trait
by changing the direction of emotions
and segregate the love from hate
it can polarise the thoughts and feel
which may help the deep injury heal
it can filter malice and retain affection
through its total internal reflection
nature’s fury
when the atrocities rise to their peak
when hostilities have their long streak
when the cruelties crush the weak
the nature renders a jolt to speak
no one can get away doing wrong
no one can remain evil for long
no one can ever boast to be strong
nature has the ultimate swansong
when people try to become God
when everyone turns to be fraud
when innocents feel being clawed
justice from nature gets the nod
when the humanity is captivated
when the mankind is intimidated
when the civilisation is mutilated
nature’s fury is then aggravated
the calmness
In the artificial ladder of success
some start climbing almost straight
some find terribly difficult to reach
many encounter a pretty long wait
but the rat race keeps continuing
people make it a fierce competition
some make it as a personal battle
and some keep eye on their ambition
the lines are crossed, decency is lost
friends and relatives traded for a cost
rivals betrayed, competitors are pushed,
challengers cheated, contenders are duped
and Gods too are dragged to ask for miracle
all this foolishness to reach that pinnacle
the soul is embroiled in this modern strife
where is that calmness, once called life?
harmless beings
and when I met that cranky lass
all my words did break the glass
though I had line I never cross
acquaintance here is only loss
she made her mind and bade goodbye
didn’t hear me and never thought twice
tears of separation rolled my eyes
helplessness crawled in a writer cries
again truth stood and dared to rise
but brutally killed by wandering lies
yes, the online world is full of fakes
we all writers won’t be disagreeing
but one should always remember that
humans usually are harmless beings
try to measure
try to measure, if you can
the length of our separation
the breadth of the void
the depth of my frustration
the weight of my dignity
the height of my percipience
the speed of my thoughts
the magnitude of my brilliance
the severity of fanaticism
the love inside my heart
the passion for togetherness
the cravings of every part
the degree of loneliness
the extent of benevolence
the intensity of compassion
the purity of conscience
via Daily Prompt: Measure
I shall be pleased if…
I shall be pleased and impressed
and shall be a thankful friend
if you show me the real mirror
for me to scrutinise my character
if you bring out my weaknesses
for me to make myself stronger
if you point out my deficiencies
for me to become a perfectionist
if you analyse my words and deeds
for me to let my personality benefit
because if the criticism is creative
it makes a man out of a monkey
but if it is to humiliate someone
it makes things appear stinky
unravel me
nothing appears more beautiful to me
once I get entrapped and bemused
in your mesmerizing beauty
nothing appears more musical to me
once I get lost hearing
your sweet and charming voice
nothing appears more sweeter to me
once I explore and get soaked
in your sweet and adorable character
nothing appears more softer to me
once I feel and get lost
the delicate touch of your hands
it is definitely not my fault
just unravel me and you’ll find
all my cells oriented towards you
all my tissues directed towards you
all my genes intended towards you
Delivery: from natural towards artificial
Parenting is really a tough job. Generally parents tend to perform it from their perspective and assume that they have done the job with perfection. However most of the times it falls short of the child’s expectations or the required level of accomplishment. Mothering a child is still laborious as the clock starts well ahead of the fathering timelines. Continue reading
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