Darkest nights fear from thee,

Thou who art the bearer of light.

Endless shadows that can always be,

Cripple at the Phoenix’s flight.

Blazing wings that art thy glory,

Burning heart that is thy desire,

Flaming eyes that art thy passion,

Together makes one the bird of fire.

Phoenix that ends the reign of zilch,

Only re-borns from its ash.

Darkest nights fear from thee,

Thou who harbours fire in flesh.

 

 

Another day, another week, another thought.

A very good day to all of you!

Before we start, I would like to urge all my readers to read the title once again.

Flawed is flawless

Interpret it, and post the same in the comments section below.

Everything that we do is earmarked with some kind of flaw, but is it so?

What if that itself is flawless?!?

This can go on for a while, so let us not go there. However, do keep this in mind.

Flawed is flawless

So I asked this strange fellow whose path crossed that of mine,

While we journeyed together, talking and sipping some wine.

A doctor by profession, who knew the world he lived in,

Fond of the phrase, “Flawed is divine”.

Tell me doctor, why is it so?

Smilingly said, because I know.

Look at anything you can cast your eyes upon,

It will be flawed as it is nature.

What we think as flawed is something else,

Flaw is the uniqueness of every creature.

Produced and designed by beings not living,

Can be similar to the very inch.

But that is not what flawless is about,

Flawless is the uniqueness every being should clinch.

Flawed is flawless, don’t you think?

Gushing voices need to calm,

Racing steps need to amble,

Infuriated minds need to breathe,

As in the end it is just a gamble.

End is endless for it is desire,

No one ever acquired it all,

For while will is the necessary fire,

Peace and happiness are your call.

For if there is a smile on your face,

And the want to do something good,

Invest yourself in a valuable chase,

In the end it will be all you actually could.

Sun is about to bid goodbye,

Waving slowly as it settles down.

Whispers in the wind are flying by,

As I stand at the end of town.

Now while there are many walking around,

Leaving a trail quite and free,

I hear a sound, so peaceful and profound,

Sound of Waves at the edge of the sea.

Nothing more poetic when nature rhymes,

Sound of waves, of birds, of air.

I feel acquitted of all my crimes,

Sound of Waves has something to share.

Beaches have always been one of my favourite places. Now you know why.

Take a moment to look around,

Something is voicing underneath that sound,

Hidden in those laughs, those smiles and silence,

Is one common thing that can always be found.

That which is known is not necessary to be heard,

The cure lies in doing something preferred,

Like I do when I feel the need,

“The Poet and the Pen”, World of Words.

Nothing you do will bring you just peace,

For it is not something absolute,

Known Stranger it is whom I speak of,

Adversities are thorns and Goal is the fruit.

Every choice we make comes with a path,

Before you start your journey, prepare your heart.

Bearer of life, bearer of love,

Not just an image but a God from above,

Being your ward is what I am proud of,

Mother, I have nothing for you but respect and love.

A true image of strength and care,

Only person who includes me in her prayer,

I stand today because you always stood by,

Life is hard but with you it feels fair.

A mother’s job is perhaps the toughest of all,

Ensuring the world around her doesn’t crumble or fall,

Best things in life are actually very small,

I love it when my mother treats me like a kid who crawls.

Mother, thank you for everything that you do,

It is your strength that puts me through,

Strongest, purest, you keep me true,

I am nothing, a no one without you.

Thank you for being nothing but You,

Maa, I love you.

Toughest to achieve in this world of liars,

Trust is the gift that seldom gets bestowed.

In the globe which is governed by desires,

Everything fades but Trust doesn’t erode.

How many are there whom you truly …?

If lucky maybe one or two.

Don’t count that vague feeling casually,

Trust will speak when it comes to you.

Learn to trust when the time comes,

But learn to trust only the true ones.

Enough with all the roses with guns,

Be transparent, it is good, it is fun.

Tale teller knows only tales for you,

Rustic or new, maybe fiction maybe true,

Undying words are only to light the way,

Singing Trust’s value as you make due,

Trust me for Trust is only for a few.

Almost all my poems had a featured image (which do not belong to me in any way whatsoever)

Each image was used with the purpose of letting my readers understand and connect with my words at a much better level.

This video shows my journey and the rich content this blog has to offer…

Read the poems once you are done with the video (especially those whose images you like)

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Happy Monday!

A wise man once said…

This world was harmed more due to the silence of the wise than due to the shouts of the foolish.

Being Wise

It’s not easy to be wise,

Hearing all that you know is wrong.

Speaking only after you think twice,

A wise man never sings his own song.

Know this for if you are wise,

It is not just a privilege but a duty as well.

In this chaos of veracity and disguise,

A wise speaks only when others stop to yell.

Be a guide to all who are lost,

But in a way which is welcoming and humble.

For you are the wise who knows the cost,

Ensuring that the world doesn’t crumble.

Kings may be judges of the earth, but wise men are the judges of kings
Solomon ibn Gabirol

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Oh hello! What day is it?

Believe me only you can know.

Day: Monday

The journey has just begun, lots to do, lots to do.

Run, fall, stumble but don’t burn, only then will they come true.

Day: Tuesday

Making through those initial struggles will only make you stronger.

Welcome them gladly… for they won’t last for much longer.

Day: Wednesday

Those who smile while in the middle of a crisis, they are the real winners.

Full of ups and downs, yes that’s what life is, for the righteous and the sinners.

Day: Thursday

The worst is over yet you kept true, cheers I raise to you,

Most give up and start to wander making this place for only a few.

Day: Friday

I can see my goals ahead, but remember this one line.

Most rocks lay hidden by the bay, to stop a journey so fine.

Day: Saturday

This is the last day for you to prove, just today and you will be done.

It’s easy for your journey has its proof, tomorrow awaits with all its fun.

Day: Sunday

No one to stop you from living your heart, for you have earned every piece of it.

Run, fall, stumble but don’t burn, smile on you is a perfect fit.