Jealousy
Posted on December 20, 2020 2 Comments
Reflection of wishes in the deeds of another
voices that feeling which painfully bothers,
the Gazer, the Lesser.
Like a cut that cripples but slowly everyday,
this feeling ripples yet somehow stays,
adding to the misery of the Gazer, the Lesser.
And then it turns vicious in the sight of oblivious,
destroying the once precious, making the Jealous,
the Gazer, the Lesser.
Glistening
Posted on December 18, 2020 8 Comments
A quaint sound touched my mind
while I seeked quiet.
Studded, the starry night,
it spoke of a riot
between some wrong and right.
Steps which we often don’t take
took me to that sound.
Wrapped in the warmth of a street light
is where I found, the quiet.
Yet another wronged
trying to cleanse the conscience.
My quiet was glistening.
Her eyes just made sense.
A listener was all she ever needed
and her song was just what I required.
Her tears invited mine too
as I sat in front of the inspired.
Two cried for their own reasons
and later smiled because the same.
Glistening was the view that night.
I never looked away from those eyes.
Quintessential
Posted on December 14, 2020 5 Comments
It stings like the air of winter.
Attacking the exposed skin
and reminding of the need
of a warm feeling,
one in the mind and heart.
Every moment without it
allows fear to creep in
and encapsulate my wit.
When will I win?
This need or rather perhaps the wait
gets stronger and tougher by the day.
Maybe on a particular date
it and I will both meet on the way.
Writer’s block
Posted on December 6, 2020 2 Comments
When your creativity becomes your limitation
and you feel that you have lost that touch.
When you fail to express yourself
and are overwhelmed as such.
Why can’t I write like before?, lingers in your mind
and very easily you question what you used to define.
Understand that you are to find, your inspiration
and with that inspire a whole generation.
Opinions
Posted on December 1, 2020 Leave a Comment
I love winters. I hate pulp. I prefer shoes over sandals. I this, I that and so on.
Yes, we are all about opinions. Our character which we so potently try to flaunt or hide, depending on the evaluation report we see fit, is in fact a reflection of the opinions we hold so dearly.
Now, there is a small issue, bud. “Opinions”, what feeling comes to your mind when I say this word?
Stop reading and first, comment your feeling below before your decide to go ahead with the post. (be fair, bud).
In my mind I find that the word Opinion instigates a very defensive feeling in the hearer’s mind. Why?, let me think about it. If you find the answer, do let me know. 😛
Okay, enough with the content writing now, let’s do what I do always… Write a POEM!!!
Opinions
Like the water of the stream we see from time to time,
Life brings with it lessons and events
which do make up for what we call as living
but also leaves something behind, like scents.
These scents, foul or fragrant, then attracts
fauna with whom we grow and live and breathe.
Alike ones are liked while most drift away,
It is not so difficult, this debate
“Why those who stay, stay.”
Opinions are what we all emanate
and that foul or fragrant too
depends on the inhaler.
Why shouldn’t it?
Everyone has opinions.
Guilty
Posted on November 28, 2020 Leave a Comment
Under whose Court do you find yourself regularly
defending your honour and actions?
In the chase to live a guilt free life
you deem yourself guilty, basis dubious perceptions.
Convicting a soul which is yours.
Guilt free cannot be if you plead guilty.
Understand that in a world of 7.5 billion,
there exists 7.5 billion courts and judges.
You can therefore let yourself off the hook,
no matter how clean, you will end up with smudges.
To live freely which we all so desire,
we must not see ourselves as criminals
for they aren’t meant to be free.
Deeds will anyway catch up.
Renounce the book of law
which was made as per notion.
True law is above all and covers each,
Guilt free is a rare emotion.
Let them Bee
Posted on November 22, 2020 7 Comments
A busy bee while seaking nectar
came flying to my garden today.
Asked me if it could take some
for creating the honey, which I love by the way.
Upon agreement it started to work
and work my god it did that day.
Several trips from my garden to it’s hive
it made for just a teaspoon of honey, they say.
Nature and it’s workers, fascinating as they are,
Gave me honey and pollinated my flowers
Just to thank me for doing nothing, bizarre.
Nature and it’s workers, take so less and bestow so much.
Bee which is renowned and killed for stinging
is mearly asking, Do not touch.
Only to give us, the sweet honey we love so much.
Poetry Series: Episode:3
Posted on November 21, 2020 2 Comments
So we take pride in our feat
and boast of our struggles
while humanity continues to deplete.
Doesn’t make much sense, does it?
Capable is incapacitated
and fraudulent is celebrated
while morals are being preached.
Doesn’t make much sense. does it?
Chivalry is considered as unusual
and profanity is accepted
while etiquettes are dictated.
Doesn’t make much sense, does it?
Sadly, that’s the world we live in.
Unfortunately, that’s the norm we believe in.
Alas! that’s the nature of today:
Doesn’t make sense but still okay.
Nishant Gang