I am at the age where kids are too young and adults are too old. I graduated my Bachelors Degree recently and suddenly life has become so complex. I am now craving a social circle where I can mingle with confused people of my age group again. So, I guess I'll do a Master's degree now.
We say things which give joy to people. We write verses which are intended to inspire and bring a smile to their faces. We write to express our love to the people who will never hear us tell them that we fancy them. Sometimes, we say too much. No not the negative, I mean the positive. It dawned on me sometime back that our finest complements, our most loving words and our most heartfelt monologues must be saved up for the right occasion or the right person. Otherwise, the words that emanate from the churning of our hearts shall be trivialised and it's effect lost.
People who take goodness for granted and inturn take you for granted, don't deserve to see the best of you. This is the nature of life and more importantly, this is the fault in our psyche, that convinces us that niceties entail the lack of spine. So I urge you, the next time someone tries to walk over you, take you for granted, doesn't care for your words or your care, let them have a piece of your mind. Save the goodness for the people that deserve it.
Short, sweet, psychedelic and utterly meta. I wrote this as an expansion of a thought, that I wrote certain verses of poetry, mainly because I wanted the world to see the visuals that my mind created. But I couldn't paint them because, well, the shapes and colors never existed. So I wrote a poem about how I wrote poetry to write about the visuals that I saw. Meta enough I think?
They say that the eyes are gateways to the soul. Eyes convey a whole lot of emotion and they have the capacity to reveal so much about who we are and what we are going through, emotionally, in our lives. At each age and time in our lives, we go through different emotions and rationalize things differently. Perhaps putting on the glasses of those ages, can help us understand who we were and help us get to know ourselves a bit better.
They say deep and sincere regret is the true path to catharsis. I know that I have wronged people in my life. I never intended to hurt them, but it unfortunately came to that nevertheless. I hope I can one day make amends and be the person that my loved ones needed back when I wasn't there for them. But that day has not come yet. Not yet.
A poem of half truths. A poem of love and of lost love. There are certain moments in life, where we are confused about how we feel. In relations, as long as the status quo lasts, things go well. It's when the Status Quo changes that we start to second guess our own perception of how we feel about things.
An ode to the artist in each and every single one of us. You've come a great distance. You've inspired so many. Just know, that you and your work is loved by everyone who reads the verses you write, the songs you sing, the performances you give on stage or in the confines of your house.
In twilight painted with turquoise daisies, here's the magical mat woven with pansies Embroidered with shimmering stars in corners A canopy of Capricorn in chiffon surface for adorner Waiting for cosmic feet of moon's beloved on it Nature has concealed it in nectarean times's wit Planets and plutos craving for sweetest to be comfortable Moon is waiting existentially excitingly for her arrival Here's all waiting for my Sweetie behena to beseated Craving for some space to be there not to be cheated.
The frost moon is waiting near the mistletoes of December to celebrate the jamboree of metaphors in the last night of this year ; And your poems are nodding their syllables and waving their breaths towards the wolf moon; And we, the admirers and lovers of your poetry, sitting on the skylines of a sumptuous soirée and wait for the arrival of new allegories with crescent moon.
Let me walk you through the lanes of the universe, And show you the prettiest bride ever, Oh! Look at those bouquet of moon flowers, Shining like your baby eyes, Ah! There you see those garland of stars ?
They're making a necklace for you, Oh, look look there, The mirror, dressing up the prettiest bride, Who will marry the moon ;
She is the galaxy of innocence ,cluster of smiles the prettiest hooman inside out I've met in a while; She is the melting sunset kissing the twilight the constellation of love stretching into the night.
She is the moonflower blushing under the dark the smell of blooming hope lighting the holy spark; She is the morning caffeine, warmth of late night talk the perfect hand to hold for endless life walk.
She is the master of darling verses about love the bravest heart putting kindness all above; She is the lover writing serenades about the magical scars the brightest star guiding light to broken hearts falling apart .
She is Hailey's comet touching hearts like a shiny fairy Just as the scribbled poetry of love in the secret diary ; She is pink clouds cuddling the moon as shield the scintillating star of north, the prettiest moonchild .
The year is ending but not the memories we knocked together. The yuletide is waving the hand towards the end but not the memes you created and we laughed hard together in the sombre nights. The holiday is coming to an end but our party is just standing on its leg to push the boat out in a ceilidh. But don't forget to send the cakes to our homes and I'm sending the addresses to you. Oops !! We forgot to wish you.
Wishing you a very happy birthday Zyanah. May the universe bless you with more moons and more memes for us while the background of welkin whispers "चाँद को क्या मालूम चाहता है उसे कोई चकोर वो बेचारा दूर से देखे करे न कोई शोर चाँद को क्या मालूम चाहता है उसे कोई चकोर..."