#song#wod @writersnetwork Here is a compilation of my short individual poems that I woved during different times. Each poem starts with the first line of a hindi song continued by four lines and goes on in no particular order. @miraquill I hope you would like it. Eager to hear your fav songs and thoughts on it as well.
I wrote a prose Which nobody read In it I poured my heart out To ease the brain But I guess everything Remains the same My efforts to make it read Just goes in vain. Of agony and of pain Of mischief and refrain I had to put adjectives To make it even sadder On gory truths I wrote Which couldn't be adhered. A book of lies Should be its title Not any of what I told But the ones I had to hear. Nowadays, Love has a filthy reputation As it's easir to get And lasts till sex Feelings are caused by chemicals At least that's what scince said Otherwise a broken heart Was the synonym for loss. Dose it gets sad As I write more Does it ease the pain Ugh! Nobody saw Too much sugar Is indeed saccharine A lot of happiness Is ofcourse obscene In this cruel planet its hard To know one's call Where this inanimate pen knows The need to my whatever soul.
A beam of light peeping Through a hole in the ceiling To lighten a small portion Of my dark room Travelling horizons To gently touch my bare palm For a fraction of time That slowly passes by And then it fades away To reach other destinations And enlighten gloom Of some other circle Falling on someone else's palm. I had the portion of my sky Within a beam of the mighty sun For a traveller travelling west East is in the opposite direction Had I, to stand, above the horizon For me, the sun, would never set A beam, whose presence I could not trace The deep scar, of one's heart Leaves no physical mark Who knows, how old, This sky could've been The clouds, the rain, the sun And that light touching my palm Is it from forever to forever? Or are we being played on loop To the tunes of time To be that light Travelling horizons on a fraction Touching a portion of the skin And setting down onto dusk Until the circle turns.
Umm...the first two lines sound like...Physics! I know right. I hope it makes sense. It took me just 15 minutes to write this. I don't know if it's good but I'm sure that you all will give me honest opinions. PLEASE GIVE ME HONEST OPINIONS. DONT HIT LIKES JUST BECAUSE YOU KNOW ME OR YOU LIKE MY DP OR I AM YOUR CRUSH OR WHATEVER. Mat karo aisa. Okay? No too much drama. I am acting very hyperactive these days. So let it be. Thank you! #wod#vain#live
I have stored a handful of fine sand, that holds faint scarlet stains, from a valley that screams of war. I have borrowed a book of poems, from an insanely alluring soul, her lover now nothing but a star.
I have borrowed for forever, my mother's smile that reminds, me of good days when I look into the mirror. And I have carefully tucked, my dad's torn gumboots, his last letters a little closer and dearer.
I have stored in my front pockets, the fallen feathers of the sparrows, that taught me how to sing. And at the back of my jeans, I preserve a token of sacred love, a cheap and crooked precious ring.
My alter ego forces a few sunsets, and autumn leaves the color of coffee, into the fragile creases of my hair. And I don't store things unwilling to stay, like bad scores in tests, and the scent of spring's air.