It could’ve been anything but it just wasn’t wanted.
Yet, a wish is made shaping flexibly to expectations.
Why do we make a wish only over a falling star?
Is it not vacating today and burdening tomorrow?
An extra-ordinary warrior, they call.
An extra of ordinary worry-er, it seems.
When everyone is out of mind, who cares what’s inside one’s mind?
Have you seen or been someone instilling hope into people facing tough times? I don’t mean advice here, but lending ears and providing words of comfort. I’ve been on both the giving and the receiving ends. Though the intention is good, sometimes, it just fuels the anxiety. This is a free verse that addresses such a scenario.
An unseasonable lamp
Stays my side,
As rays of the sun
And shimmers of the nights,
Reassuring words of love
With her hands in mine! Like the touch of the wind
On a scorching day,
She is that touch wood
Amidst the decaying logs,
Making space for me to
not seek more but enjoy the lesser!
The water fallsWith the fallen leavesWhich make no soundAs the season spells fall.They flow togetherAs the stream flowsTo sink in the bed of beauty Steered by the scream of streams.
As autumn (season of fall) arrives in one’s life, at times, they (leaves) surrender to the closest cascade (waterfall) silently with no choice, even after which the unfulfilled memories follow the time’s (stream’s) flow to the bed (death) at the end of one’s beautiful life that would have been lived with the desired content and joy (screams).
Is it not time we kill those man-made social constructs like religion, race, caste, and class in which humans still hide their inexistent honour? Emphasizing this thought, this free verse is written with six words in each line, and a six-word story is quoted at the end.
Disparaging sanity of love, honour glows.
The crushed dreams fuel its fire.
I’m ecstatically happy to share with you the news that an anthology that I’m a part of, “Utmost Feelings” with the theme ‘Love’, has been released.
It’s been exactly a month today since the launch (29th June 2021). But, I wanted to share this news only after I received a paperback copy. The delivery was a mess, unfortunately, and I got my copy only a couple of days ago and hence the delay in the announcement.
Attached with bittersweet memories, this book will always remain special. Astha, the girl who initiated the process of compiling this book is no more with us. Today marks the end of three months since her demise. But still, the legacy of her dream lingers in each word that the book holds. I heartily appreciate the efforts of True Dreamster, the publisher, who took Astha’s wish forward and presented this bouquet of love to her family as a tribute.
I extend my heartfelt gratitude to every person who’s a part of this wonderful project and all supporters.
Unexpected twist of fate rolled out
Unfurling unfortunate circumstances.
Untold words and
Unexpressed feelings remain
Unopened not just in one but two hearts.Unclear and unsure, they fork with
Unblemished flashes of tender memories.
Unkind, is how it all feels when
Unlikely evocations stay rooted, leaving an
Ungrown persona of one tendril heart within the other.
Because I could not stop for death,
He stopped before me
Choosing the dark dock
In a deep valley
Amidst the lofty mountains
And started pouring out his anguish
By crying out tears
Until the sun shone again!
Have you ever struggled to get out of your frame of mind, and lost peace? This is a poem that depicts such a circumstance.
My happiness is history.
I had wings colorful and bright.
Out of the blue,
I got trapped in a misery jar.
Difficult to breathe,
I played along as far as I could.
I sat with my pain, and
Acknowledged its presence.