Tagged: Poem

Flowers are my..but…(Horatian Ode)

Flowers are my…but…(Horatian Ode)

He said, ‘I can watch your dedication but not your duty’. With tight-lip I stood there making the morning more silent. He said, ‘You love your work because you respect beauty’. In a blub way I resumed with Adam lily...

Eyes crying without tears

Eyes crying without tears

Taboo is the world with utmost rugged. One tyre and one eye still they stroll with swag. Their transfiguration changes my notion. None can replicate their outlook. People fail to realize that they are the true definition of LIFE.

a conversation

A Conversation

I don’t need your words for company Neither do I long for your emails I just need your silence And your shadow trails

Limitless Bueaty

Limitless Beauty

You got stars on your skin And snowflakes in your dream. Your eyes, the glistening sparkles upon the meandering morning stream… 

Escape

Escape

Bridges of wood have long been burnt, A trail of lies and truths unheard unspoken unaccounted for Supine yet paramount

Insomniac Ideals

Insomniac Ideals

Some thoughts are never frozen, Ideals are all rigid, not seized. Inspiration airs the burning coal, Neither they wait, nor awaits the goal. One who dreams through action,

The Crime

The Crime

I stood there, in the rain, With bloodied hands and heart filled with pain. I stood still, as I couldn’t run away For what I did, I had to pay.

Sleep

Sleep

After having walked all day, The surveyors note reads: Ridge roads are mirrors This is a stone age, not the awakening

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