Suffocation has stopped your creativity.
Fear lingering in mind, has drained: every drop of courage; you did hold.
Blood pumping has suddenly been fastened.
And,
Heartbeat racing with time.
Your soul is dampening your courage of survival!
And, you are in point of turn.
Now
Breathe!
To the point; you are self.
Breathe!
Till the cloud of imaginary burden, vanishes.
Breathe, O Man, Breathe!
Till the last moment you are live.
It’s been long,
Days have been worse,
I started with hope, now blurry.
This sea and ship, I believed, was mine.
So I declared, to ride this tide.
How far, should I go?
When this voyage is uncertain,
And the storms are determined:
To show their majesty.
Should I return back?
As dark clouds are extinguishing, any hope of light.
Wearing costumes of:
a horror ghost,
This little fear of death, dances inside me.
Should I wait?
For these wind to calm.
This cold air freezing me into white.
Hands, shall I pray!
For God, “to come”, “save me”.
“What’s this! “, “I hear a voice! “
:
Despair and dare can’t go side by side!
I came to this journey, by my choice.
Known of: what;
how things can go.
This unmounted mountain of struggles,
I were aware.
I came with zeal of exploration.
I accepted!
All that comes,
On this way,
To see that side, I started,me sailing for.
Yes, I bow, to his mighty,
But i will play with all my might.
Yes, I pray, to the God,
But to thank, for giving me chance.
I am my own master,
Master of ship.
There was a girl,
Full of innocense,
believed her dreams.
A warrior prince, she was hoping for;
Who fights her miseries;
Takes her far:
In a world of peace, love and joy,
There was a fire, sudden at night.
Her room was locked,
Her parents cried, help!
Yet that girl, sat and smiled.
She waited, doing nothing.
When the door opened,
She was bemoaned.
Sitting by the window,
Waiting for that prince.
Closing the door,
Not crying anymore!
What a dark imagination she had!
Once what made her happy,
Today, killed her crappy.
What a believe, fated to ashes!
A utopian fantasy!
I declare!
Mesmerized:
by the precious gems, and jingles;
of my crown.
Many of you, raised brows and frowned.
You might be:
counting the stars of my sky, shining, much above; your ever did.
Agony of non- fulfilment might have caused:
you, bemoaning of theft.
And,
Less adamant you might be,
knowing:
Thorns in my crown
Those sleepless night, of countless efforts;
I made.
Eyes swollen, hand shivering;
body crying, “rest in need! “.
Dare I avoid!
Those Bating down.
I made those stars: glittery;
Brushing: time and time.
When you were resting, I at quest.
I choose those jwels from mine of bravest:
With armour of will, passion and writ.
Look the mockery of time,
Yet you question thorns of crown!
I adore it, from the day; I was born.
Blessed was I: to have the God.
To have mercy, to show a path.
Loved I was, it worked out, fruited sweet with dozens light.
But,
Here you go, doubting my sword!
I challange!
Wear your bestest, carry your sharpest;
Hold your shoulder tight!
Fight,
Have these scorns!
If you win,
You can own :
“This bleeding crown”.
Markets are crowded, stores decorated.
People: wearing nice clothes; seems in a hurry.
She wondered, “why?”
They say, “it’s new year eve! “.
” What’s that?”, she questioned?
“It’s celebrating togetherness, prosperity, love! “, They replied.
“Ah! That’s so”;
“It’s stupid, “, ” It’s expensive! “,
she muttered.
It’s midnight;
“It’s new year eve! “, people shouted.
Excitement, filled in air reaches her ear.
Out of window, she looked outside.
Black night with colourful sky,
Different fireworks, amazing sounds.
she smiled,
” Could it be?
My brother, seeing the same, in far land,
How he is now, it’s been years, we met.
Could it be?
my mother, have time, of her work; watch this glittering ‘thing’,
I guess.
Could it be?
my father, watching with me!
It’s too near from the sky”.
“Yet, all these are;
only in my thoughts.
I can think, but can’t feel.”
“This enthusiasm, I saw in others.
People making crazy faces;
Out of joy, with their love”.
“How lovely,
if we were together, holding hands, just like them.
I will share, my yesterday’s saved bun.”
“Of course, soup, i stole from bin,
Even little, it will fill our hear!
Of togetherness, of love”.
” Different I am,
with the rest”, “who celebrate eve”.
For her it’s eve-il,
which reminds her:
Loneliness;
Dark, silent, empty heart;
Mournful tears.
Yet,
hope in memories.
Couching her body, to avoid cold from the winter breeze;
coming with the eves songs;
silently from the cracked hole, of window.
smiling!, she goes to sleep:
“Next Eve-il“
“May be!”, “mine new years eve! “.
This monsoon, reminds me of you;
Holding hands, dancing;
The midway road, me and you.
A table, acoustic, romance; me and you.
Continuous singing song of melody,
Touching strings of nerves like never before.
Feeling this warmth of calmness, flowering in my senses, all of you.
Droplets caressing my face,wiping tears of memories; me and you.
From fingers to every part; body and soul. This monsoon is all about you.
An outstanding generalised conclusion of science. Refraction and reflection of light.
Has been in consonance, with life as well.
Admiration, attachment and astonishment; Hallo of glittery, uncomfortable aura of likeness. Extreme of perfection, much agony to innovation.
A wonderful covering, draped around. Everything to boast on.
Head to heel, all seen: what one want to see,not what has been.
Soon,
day ends, so the mirage.
Thus ends the miracle.
From the moments of now,since we begun,
Know me.
when I get afraid of ghosts, after watching night horror movie.
Talk to me.
When I fail, and everyone shuts their door of encouragement to me.
When I am upset because my monthly mood swings is intolerable to others,
Be with me,
When everyone raises their brows on my character and being;
When I have noone to trust, but many to question,
Have faith in me.
When I am old, not pretty anymore;
When I am on my; verge of end, and the god of Death is about to strike his last stroke,
When my dear ones are gone, and I am about so,
Hold me,
When I am done, and you live your own;
When time has passed, and your memory is about to fade,
Remember me
Deep to your heart,
Love me…
Back then; decision I made,
dire were circumstances;
Blurred were Indications.
Has been not this sociological concepts came into practice;
You might not have been gone.
The horrendous battle between, the two beloved.
Worse were to choose, worst to let one go.
Who was ashamed, whom one insulted,
A question, just; both disappointed.
Now, that i see you, happy and peaceful;
Maybe,
Worthy thou decided, worthy thee decision.
Of all those chaos,
I quest:
Who at win, who at loss.
Somewhere in hell…
“Rise!the demon of desires and flame”; “that destroys the human nature of purity.”
“Oh, thy mighty! Dost thou know, people are following, what you were killed for”;
“No longer, the God of heaven, will blame us.”
Lacked they kindness, long forbidden humanity!
“Ah! They have zeal for hatred”.
They are conspiring against each other, The one loved, is being hated to heart!
Basket of desires, all have on their head!
Hands:not begging, but snatching does.
We no longer need “that snake to envy the eve”, as Adam has lost senses and GOD has decided to keep quiet…
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