tnr1046Try living dead... Just being kept alive is not having incentive & initiative... No purpose & goal, taken for just being a rag , while they are obviously using your riches not in alimony , but just usury & amony without any knowledge that has no interest in any way having wisdom that you alone took for those who you love , knowing just how much you put in them with the pertaining you & you alone have lived through with putting back in what they may not know how much they are just taking out... But forgiveness & a wholeness in holiness is as much in while what goes in is knowing how to utilize the ways in the words to how they can be reading your own out words in them that they don't need to have defining themselves as for ,but rather meaning in looking out for others with a loving heart seeing in corrections while seeking out ways in others to feelings within your own attaining leaving more than just pertaining,but understanding how beings we are for a certain time forgiving in others forgiveness teaching what is.... ASCERTAINING
Surviving through the beguiling dismal maelstrom of sentimentality, of conditionally patterned moiré existentiality, a saccharine soul’s overwhelming propensity enigmatically exudes as the majesty of subliminal magnanimity.
Have you ever seen the vintage jhumka of your grandmother which was presented by her husband when they went to watch a film for the first time ? That earring paints more poetries and limns many blushes on her wrinkled cheeks after sixty one years too. Walk away with those colours to daub the faded facade of your verse. That colour will never melt away from your ghazals.
Have you ever watched the romance of a newlywed secretly which is more frisky inside the kitchen and store room ? Those flickers of her eyes create more beauty than the unclouded nights and clouded darkness. Bind that euphoria in a sumptuous sonnet and grow old with their innocence and sensitiveness.
Have you ever tasted the everyday struggle of a pregnant lady while riding the staircase and sitting on a mat ? Still she waits, she smiles, she breathes. She caresses her big stomach and the new hope inside her womb. Scribble down that lavender of hope inside your soliloquies. That hope will never disappoint your metaphors.
Have you ever heard the blares of a sea standing near the seashore ? From the navel of the azure welkin how those water gulps the horizon without hurrying and halts near your sandcastle to tear down that agile indolence. Brew that virtue inside the chalice of your penumbra to taste the perfection of a blank verse.
Have you ever swallowed the August raindrops while standing under the sky and relish those water drops ? That treads towards the soul as the crow flies. Behead that gloominess from your clavicle and wear the corsage of fermented happiness and pull down some improbable existence of monsters. Hold those wreaths of orchids together with your heavenward elegies.
Not only darkness can give birth to poetry exuberance is also hungry to sketch its adroit victory.