The moment my quill starts It's ajeeb dastaan It always recollects you The way you used to Offer the hibiscus to lord Shiva Silently praying for me. In every verse you read In those books unread In beautiful sunsets In the spring In the middle of the nights It looked for your warmth Snatching all the poet's Heavy heart It made my heart beats Rise with the anxious little attack. As I inked my blank paper With your thoughts. It seemed world came crashing Down. Eyes couldn't hold any more The drops of pearls. As they were precious Just to restore them for The right moment. And that moment saw the destruction Every night. Battling alone in the battlefield With thousands against you. . . . #napowrimo#napowrimo2021#poetrycommunity#poems#poetry#poemsofig#poetsofinsta#poetsofig#writersclub#writinglife#poemaday#april#glooowrimo#letsescapril
Dressed in black, like a mysterious stranger. But often in disguise, in every other colour. She approaches us, like a friendly pest, Undeniable, without leaving us a choice. She lends us her hands, like an unpeaceful treaty And as we hold it, optionless, we are no longer found. . In distress and pain, we seek her, like a maniac, And yet we won't find her face in any of those crowds. For she is busy, luring and embracing the weak, Those demented souls, that suffer in silence. She being the lovely beast, hides when we seek Yet brings her wrath upon us, when we hide from her.
Like a harlot she is, she makes us crave for her, Our pleas and laments, melody to her heart. While she finds happiness, in the sight of our pain, In the days, we pray to be rescued from the brutalities, From the pain and the burdens of broken heart, She denies us the pleasure, and leaves us wanting.