New born sun gathered more energy Shun more brightly Sunflower shrunken their leaves, tilted down their head seeing eve Slightly night knocked,dressed in star Studded,silky black gown,
Spring after rejuvenating dead branch Again leave it alone to burn in summer sun Selfless clouds after reaching their destination Drenched them,lost their existence, Squandered in the air, Seeing arduous autumn coming Leaves wilted and fell by themselves And together burried under snow of winters:
June brags about it longer days Unknowingly lost in illusions, Thinks,its longevity will stay whole year While shorter days of November Chasing it(june) fastly with their tiny steps,
These days, these ages,these face and These light,dark shades That we all try to hold like prats While it's written in their fate Whenever it will required, Without any previous notice or plan.
Life is a barren field with frozen snow Since when humanity was brutally murdered And burried beneath it Since then samplings of peace trying hard to bloom On the fully frozen surface,which freezed seeing Those cold hearts which neither shed even a tear When human assassinated it (humanity) Without any fear, Life is a barren field with frozen snow Still waiting for the mild warmth of heart That could break the curse of infertility, Let the buds of happiness and peace blooming Resurrect the soul of humanity.
"There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."
Deceived by three witches Or should I call it your (Macbeth) greed In other fascinating words Known as your ambition with sovereignty,
To succeed, you made a heinous plan Along with your wife recognized as fourth witch One night Invited King Duncan for a feast Murdered him brutally, father like personality,
The ambitious boiling in your blood Made you blind fold,shed red flood in country To covered up the stains of your crime Used the blood of bezzies, kith and kins But at last got nothing but a tragic end,
O greed, you enjoyed lady Macbeth Walking madly in her sleep, Washing her hand again and again,saying, "All the perfumes of Arabia will not Sweeten this little hand".
You amusingly relished that scene Where listening his wife's death news, Macbeth uttered last soliloquy,runs restlessly In his castle seeing Birnam wood coming to him.
O greed, you died with him when he said- "I sink,I sink,-my soul is lost forever! - Oh!", But again resurrect in many hearts, Oh greed remember you too will die As life is a tale told by an idiot Where your petty part stays until Conscience and repentance appears.
I wish dancing words on rhythm of a poem Had some spell and charm Through which they could captivate the souls And could sing the tale they want,
I wish the brush an artist holds The paper on which colours are poured Had the power to conjure That opens up the eyes of those Who behold the art work with eyes closed And tell them why the colours are pale and bold,
I wish, the tunes, a musician plays had little wings So, that they can enter in hearts of human beings And whisper the melody he is humming in him,
I wish,the gentle moves of ballerinas Could create a euphoric world, which Invite the angels, fairies and nymphs To dance along with them,
I wish, the pen could portray what the writers exactly feel The brush could paint what the painter wants to reveal The tunes could sing the lyric of singer's escaped thoughts The footsteps of ballerinas could express those pain sitting silently in their hearts.
Dear miraquill,today, I'm going to unfurl my heart,actually my heart with all its mistakes,errors and errands looks like a dahlia flower,countless petals big,small,furled and unfurled but you have allowed to unfurl only three of them,so I have to choose the three most important. When I gathered those three in one,they took form of a clover.Yes, a clover that could be easily find in every garden of mistakes that blooms in everyone's life:
The first petal depicts the story of masquerade party of life where sometimes I saw people's bare face and often alluring masks,sometimes people removed their mask but still I couldn't see their true faces. Basically,I failed many times to see people's real shades.
The second petal which hurts me a little more as it reminds me those castles of imagination and expectations that I builded amidst the green blooming spring woods,I wouldn't say unknowingly,as I knew that one day summer (reality)will burn it's tombs and winter(regrets)will demolish it's whole structure.
The third petal sings those unheard sonnets which I murmured with anger,anguish and frustration whenever someone mocked at me or sometimes when I wanted to ask questions but I couldn't as I wasn't able to sing it aloud at that moment. May be I hadn't approprite words or may be hadn't enough courage.
Sky is blur Leaves seems dull Sun isn't energetic and bright Poised lake isn't showing any inkling Casting charm of calm Green grass turned pale crimson, Pale are pampas, Faded farm,aligned trees across them Has no leaves but bare dead branch, Seems as autumn has occupied The whole year from my life Like falling leaves on a windy day My soul flaking hopes to resurrect As fresh blossoms in coming spring.
#metaphor @writersnetwork I adore you :) Thank you so much for the preemptive birthday gift. Love. You have supported me at my darkest of times.
@miraquill so should I say we don't hate each other that much ? (I'm kidding, I always leave comments on your post regarding to the things which I feel are not good for this place cause I know you read them and next day I actually see a change here. Thank you for listening to me) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING for making my birthday so special, for lettin' me have Friends, tbh I was the introvert and people hated me in my social circle not a single person was my friend a year before but now I can say there are people who care for me never in my life my birthday was celebrated but the past year and today I was blessed with a blast of wishes and maybe I can never be able to thank these kind people , but I love you all and I admire you admins. Grateful. This is the first ever gift I got on my any birthday and I will cherish it. Respect. Cakes and chocolates Chlo pawry kryn (＾3＾♪
I have become erratic here with work schedule becoming heavier and meetings getting longer, still yesterday I thought of writing for sure. Thank you WN for liking and reposting it. Makes all my hard work worthwhile. Coz I write to feel happy and when you share it many others read it so that's just doubling of that happiness. @writersnetwork