A dusty bundle of Photographs Fell off, while arranging the old almirah Shattered, sprinkled on the floor With few cassettes and a camera.
Betwixt those pictures of trips, horse rides, long drives and friend groups, I discovered an old memory photo Brought it forward and gave a look.
My mind's eye recalled the reflection of the journey, You were taking yourself off to another city. I accompanied you, for this was our last Night aglow with street lights, at around nine fifty.
Every second of that night had an imprint in my mind Every word of goodbyes, had my tears in them. Waiting if somebody would stop you from departing, Still I greeted your departure but inside I condemn.
Your departure left me brooding In front of the hearth, with coffee on the table, The days of togetherness were ephemeral The memories of those journeys were only eternal.
It ain't easy! When things go wrong When hardships and failures are a daily chore No sign of hope to be seen The darkness took over the bright light Creativity obstructed by cobwebs of despair Engulfing our heart, mind and soul To its very core Building an invisible cage Of nothing but pain Enduring is all we got Lost the spirit to fight Wounded by the the connoisseurs of evil An avalanche of tears of blood A volcanic eruption in the head Numbness all around And all the might lost
But that is not the only output For there are a plethora of options To travel Places where verdanty dances Pristine crowns of optimism are bestowed Aroma of scrumptious coffee flows A world full of Hope Gradually making it to the top Carving your own niche Clawing the way out of that darkness For this journey is apt Treating the inner demons with care and warmth Nurturing and embracing the fears For purity and love are the most important weapons To kill the devil Slowly and steadily But for real
On this occasion of World Mental Health Day, I want to convey through my poem that Mental Health is a serious concept! And yes it is treatable. A taboo that's been shunned for so long but guess what, Time's Up!
raghavendran@ashamurali. A nice poem on my favourite drink of the morning. Without a cup of hot steaming coffee, prepared with utmost care by self, the day doesn't start for me. A true South Indian indeed.
My Trusty Buddy ------------------------------ Coffee, my trusty buddy, Daily, you keep me lively, Without you, I feel cranky, Your presence makes me cheery. An apple a day keeps the doctor away, Likewise, a coffee a day keeps my blues away.
I was really never a caffeine soul,
and now you can call me a caffeinated reader,
it was just the year I completed my graduation and I was about to enter a daredevil task that was really a tough task for me,
because I am a dumb soul who didn't have touch with the outside world for two years,
I was really not a caffeine soul,
I told you,
I can't write anymore,
I am sorry,
everybody's story same after that,
the journey of coffee,
and now I feel sad,
that coffee is controlling my senses,
I wish I'll get over of this routine sooner,
I wish I'll get to be more of my dreams,
I'll find new ways to play with the flavors of coffee :p
I am not that sad and bad about this,
I'll take a leave,
I have to go,
I'll keep disappearing from here.
o_r_t_u_sHi dear writer.... Your writeup was amazing.... Are you interested to be a part of an anthology named Cafephile....? If yes, then please contact the compiler.... @_o_r_t_u_s_ (insta id ) The book will launch very soon..... So don't let this opportunity slip from your hands.....
*Read the bg first* ___________________________________________________
*LETTERS TO BE DELIVERED*
1. ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ BOY who is girl-ish:
You cry in front of everyone when you feel to. You don't like sports; you rather prefer playing hopscotch with the girls of your class, your sisters. You feel empathetic to the kind; you aren't physically so strong. You wore a pink shirt on your birthday. Do these make you a glass ? They shouldn't.
Never care for the weeds in your fields; you have organic manure for your saplings, so spray faith this time. If you're being bullied for your gender, ask them if they can dare trying what you did. Pink is the new blue. Go run to your mother and say her that you are her lovely son, with different stereotypes. I want to see a pride in your face along with that smile you had seeing your father bringing a new toy.
Flaunt your YOU, don't fear in the backstage. Dance in your o w n style once and you'll flow smooth on the stage. ________________
2. ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ BOY who tops his class in academics:
You skip your sports periods to prepare for the math test tomorrow. You are loved by your teachers. You are a gentle breeze. You feel bad for losing two marks in your periodic test. You complete all of your assignments before the deadline. You're being called bookish. Will you fail in the test these people posed? You mustn't.
Remember this very fact that you love reading as a part of knowledge, not as a part of appreciation. If you believe in moral values, then listen: the good must turn a grain worse for the worst. Go ask them if they can match your standards. Challenge them, face them. Shirkers aren't valued. Even this time, your sister is waiting by the doors to give you a gift for being the Best student. Don't disappoint her.
Your sail in the path of victory is interrupted by crocodiles. The raft wants to reach to the destination. Mind moving, halts become permanent if taken once. ________________
3. ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ BOY ᴏʀ GIRL who reads this: (if delivered to the wrong address accidentally)
No gender is calculated on the foolish basis of attires and voice. Some boys are introverts who fail to interact. Is it their fault? Every mind has its own body coated with different behaviours. Rusted hearts with filthy minds try to rather find black scars on silver linings. Don't be one of them. Appreciate and accept. If swallowing the reality is difficult for you, go have a cup of coffee and gulp it down.
If you do understand, try to bring some change. The world would be grateful. If not, you'll soon be locked in the room where your fellow barbarians stay.
The world loves walking on graveyards and suppress them rather than keeping flowers. Remember.
~S r i K r i s h n a P S | Oct 01, 2020. ___________________________________________________
I can live my life devoid of love, replacing it by hopes or dreams or anything. But not a single day without you! Nothing in this whole world could replace the feeling of lingering around your profundity and savouring your strong aroma. I have never craved for anything more than you... Thank you for making my everyday less miserable. Thank you for being the little but best part of my life. I love you!
With love Your own procaffeinator :)) __________________________________________________ Since it's international coffee day! Me being the best coffee lover and a perfect procaffeinator, I should write something right!? Idk whether it makes any sense to you guyz but for me coffee is life and much more than what ever I wrote (^_^)