But it’s not so dear,
But it’s not so dear,
Lost between some unknown stars,
And an eclipsed moon,not so far.
There I am, wondering to unravel,
Trying to apprehend,
The mystery of the unexplained,
The riddle of my strange presence.
Is that me,
the unknown in the known galaxy,
Or a normal being of earth,
but in a foreign universe.
Where the air can talk,
Whisper with my songs,
But changes the chorus,
To suite their consonance.
The eclipsed moon,
And the cosmic stardust,
Hypnotize my wisdom,
To make me their perpetual member.
With no sign of feelings,
Whether bitter or pleasure,
Angry or comfort,
This might be a world of neutral zone.
A sense of repose
Even in the turbulent air,
A touch of imperforate,
Even when no one is there.
Whispering, climbing helplessly
Onto never ending stairway of wisdom,
Yet fall off while intersecting
with the looped gamut of emotions.
Oscillating within past and future,
What had happened,
And yet to happen.
But no traces of in between,
Where the thoughts are actually perceived,
The existing moment of essence,
What we call our today or present.
Unexpected, but true,
Getting old with a smell of new,
With every passing minutes and seconds,
Subtle, though the change for everything.
From a little rain,
To become a hurricane.
From the colossal woodland,
To become an arid land.
When looked from a single point,
Just like an old and torn book,
With missing pages and unadorned look.
But lies a story in the hidden pieces
Of chain of events of subtle changes.
Unexpected, yet fair,
Unraveling the layers of truth,
One by one,
By gathering more guts.
Unexpected, but real,
Where dreams can give tears,
A dream that holds the heart,
Some with screams, some with laughs.
Unexpected, but unique and profound,
Thought process of every being found,
Inner sense of strength and power.
Vested in one and all.
Via daily prompt: static
Love outlives beyond the life,
Brings heavenly blaze of every kind.
Love is faithful and true,
Possessing the viridity of morning dew,
Vastness in eyes like an utter ocean blue.
It prevails above the materialistic life,
Igniting the spark of strength in soul and mind.
Doesn’t matters being one sided or both,
Love has its power to speak, without any word.
Love isn’t practical, it might be irrational,
But it’s a promise, a true souvenir.
It’s never forgotten, it’s never disappear,
With time, it builds its own composure.
Feeling of love,
Neither silent, nor so loud,
It’s a subtle game of lost and found.
Some find their world in love,
While some lost their existence for love.
Love isn’t something that fades away,
It shows its appearances in disparate ways,
Shocking, yet appealing,
With no idea of what’s next coming.
Love isn’t meant to be concealed,
It’s a remedy that everyone needs.
An example of perfect masterpiece,
Love is the medium of find the unseen link,
It’s the sustenance for every living being.
Via Daily prompt: Viable
A zig zag,
A cross cross,
Of a paradoxical begin.
When to stop,
When to start,
A forward loop,
Or vice versa
For every drama.
One step closer,
To the edge of insanity,
One level deeper,
To the existence of uncertainty.
No escape from this mundane maze,
Of concotion of elation and pain.
Assessing every cheat code,
For easing the way out from the deadlocks.
It’s a never ending repetition,
Commencement of the same sessions.
Task after tasks,
Where luck can hardly pass.
These are just
My rambled words,
With no real content,
As there’s a loophole,
In perception of different thoughts.
Where meaning is ineffectual
Yet futile can be so crucial.
Via daily prompt: loophole
Happy New year my fellow readers.
May this 2018,
Brings you the eternal shine,
May this coming year,
Brings you closer to near and dears.
May this 2018,
Gives the urge to fulfill,
All your honest dreams till infinity.
PS: the image has been taken while lightning the sky lanterns at New year celebration in my institute, ALL INDIA INSTITUTE OF MEDICAL SCIENCES, NEW DELHI, INDIA.
An art of writing,
lucid and unique,
Some being expressive,
Some being undefined,
Based on the reader’s state of mind.
With unadorned words,
Like a riddle,
Has different ways to interpret,
Where the words speak for themselves,
Where the words find their relations,
This is the unseen power of a poem.
It dig the meaning so deep,
Can calm down the savage beast.
It adds beauty without any makeup,
From the beginning till the end.
Filled with true emotions and thoughts,
With few words to construct,
Meant to touch the reader’s heart.
In the sea of rhythm and imagination,
It can instill new set of perceptions.
In the strength of words so pure,
It can unchain the tamed soul.
The resonance of its rhythm,
Becomes the voice of the person,
Who is not allowed to be spoken.
The set of poetic words,
Creating an unknown whirlwind,
Where the time can stand still.
The virtue of poetry,
Is the channel of receptivity,
Is the healing avenue,
One must pass through.
Via daily prompt: relate
Perpetual waves of questions,
Filled with mysterious conundrums.
Reasoning what, when, how and why,
Beyond the conscious state of mind,
Either with harsh truth or subtle lies.
Brimmed with turmoil and fluster,
In every possible explanations
As there’s no satisfactory conclusion.
Knowing the answers,
Yet hesitate to explain,
Reversing the question,
By questioning the answers,
Again and again.
Trying to search
For some decorative words,
To answer the question
Though in a complicated demeanor.
Seeking the answer in the empty night,
For the questions which rises in sunlight.
Wandering in pursuit of utter understanding,
For some convoluted,yet true feelings.
Startled to tell the one that cares,
For fear of hurting them sooner or later.
Choose to stay silent than some incoherent explanations,
Either to make them understand the real answer,
Or just to avoid the distressing situations.
But it’s not always this way or that way,
There’s always an unsettling third way.
Because life is not just black and white,
But the shades of grey from every sight.
Comes with certain unwanted life and time,
Where right and wrong have no redline,
Where heart and mind begin to fight,
Throwing the answers to a questionable height.
Via daily prompt: confess
Sparkling clarity in my head,
Energised spirit with skepticism at the end.
Sipping on my smile,
An utter pleasure of my life.
Made plainly of laugh and tears,
Either in confidence or out of fear.
Found the strength to speak,
To know the change I seek.
Neither beautiful, nor magnificent,
But simple and transparent,
Like some insignificant existence.
With sending away the eclipse of sorrow in the past,
I ignited the flame of optimism in my heart,
When I envision the beauty in my flaws,
When I found the direction for my pause.
Walking over and over,
The same path of elation in circle,
To permeate the spell around my heart,
The sense of bliss in paradise of my heart.
Where the moon hovers in the cloudless sky,
Where my optimism reaches to its optimistic height,
Where my soul prepares itself to fly.
Via daily prompt: mild
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