Thick shields of iron rusted,
And swayed along the soft petals,
in the warm breeze of love..
(I’m)possible
Tag: poetess
Perspective.
Not the darkness in the sky,
I notice the silver lining..
Not tremble from the might of the thunder,
It’s sparking lightening rejuvenates me, I don’t lie..
Not the doom,
I feel it’s another way of love by nature..
Not the clouds,
I see the luscious blue velvet sheet spread over the sky.
(24th Nov, 2021)
Uninhibited..
Not desiring to be compartmentalised in one category,
‘She’s her best version’
Completely Self-actualised
will be the only end of my life’s story.
(Published on 8th dec, 21)
Interception for self..
When your heart shatters into a zillion pieces,
When it still doesn’t make any noise to the outside world,
When you can’t hear your own screams,
When you silently own every single broken piece in your existence’s hold,
Know that there will be someone who will make it easy for you;
Someone will make easy the love for you,
The love you give and their love for you,
Someone will make the life easy for you,
The way you want to live it,
doing the things you love to do,
Someone will make it easy for you to smile,
The real unfiltered blooming out of innate happiness they give to you,
And until you meet that special someone
Cherish everything that you are
Find depth in your hollowed heart
Find solace in your solitude
Find heights increasing in your strength
For living alone this way is truly an art.
(First published on 17th jan, 2021 on my other website http://www.yourchoicestlifestyle.com )
Bloody red.
Not made to shirk away from
or give up on the right things,
I’ll lose my mind in anger
only when I’d put it on the wrong swings.
(First published on 12th oct, 2020)
Corona phase irony.
The nature sent it to make them learn the lesson of equality,
They exaggerated disparity even the more,
Where the rich are enjoying their filthy riches,
The poor are facing more misery,
They are not deemed more than a score,
No matter what lesson nature brings,
Human race always ditches.
(First published on 30th March, 2020)
Where is the saviour?
Who is going to save those
Who have not enough to eat
Who have not enough to wear
Who have not enough to live in..
You say god
The saviour
As god is everywhere..
But what about those migerly
Who have not enough of even the basics
Forget education, riches and authority
They live in state, about high-class unaware..
Bound in liberation.
A sigh of relief left my lips
When your lips suckled on my neck
Was it a moment of liberation
Or was it a moment of being bound
I kept on thinking
But found the answer in feelings.
(First published on 4th Aug, 2020)
Slum(bird)
Poverty cut the wings,
Talent could not take the flight,
Abundance slumbered,
That was not their fate
Although their longest plight.
To a known narcissist.
How poor in karma one has to be
that you are eaten up by your own envy
trying to get me under your control
each time failing miserably
and then trying to be god
to someone n anyone who has the same ill-will against me
to make them stand in competition
despite knowing fully what it entails to you in the end
it’s nothing
yet your ego binge eats on my life
by being obnoxiously competitive burning with envy
still failing
staying in your incurable narcissistic misery.
I Think For All 