The Still Moon

Conquered by the golden crepuscule
Where dissent was forbidden growth
Moon had no voice !

Fading sky lost it’s colors
To highlight the crescent
Yet the Sun pacified
Evanescing the Moon

Darkness yearned radiance
But oh! Poor Moon
Begged the Sun
For some illumination

Hovering Clouds demeaned the Moon
Shabbily capturing all it’s beauty
Yet the moon stayed all the same
Reflecting perennially the same stillness

Living with the dead fate
Every night it continues to smile
Emanating hope with nothing to own
Charming the mortals
Who still shoot for the Moon!

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I Still Dare to….

When Life is losing meaning
And ambiguity is surrounding,
Even though I hate my way
Which aimlessly has no say
I still dare to love myself!

When the people around me turn heartless
And part ways in abruptness,
Even though I want to howl in virulence
I still dare to learn acceptance!

When I know the world is going down with sin
And I am becoming deaf in this din,
Even though I want to run away
I still dare to face and firmly stay!

When love is no more than lust
And I know it is the flyaway unsettled dust,
Even though my hormones turn illicit
I still dare to draw my limit!

When the relations are a transaction
And all sharing comes with an equation,
Even though I want to pay back proportionally
I still dare to give unconditionally!

When the air around is perfunctory
And the current is the artificial accessory,
Even though I want to turn selfish
I still dare to be helpfully beamish!

When no differences prolong
Between the right and the wrong,
Even though I want to forget the right
I still dare to hold my values tight!

When my courage debilitate
And people curse my bad fate,
Even though I want to drown
I still dare to dream wearing the crown!

When my world is breaking down
And I see the plant uprooted from the seeds I had sown
Even though I don’t have the spirit to cope
I still dare to blindly hope!

When I see no guiding light
And I no longer will to fight,
Even though my faith depletes while I plod
I still dare to believe in God!

When all colours seem alike
And I blame my disillusioned psych,
Even though I see no beauty
I still dare to become nifty!

When the world is wearing drapes of pretence
And I can very easily sense,
Even though I want to uncover the masks boldly
I still dare to ignore silently!

Sometimes I really wonder
Why cannot I choose to sunder,
All that is deceptively vice
But then how will I grow wise?
Even if all goodness is a sham
I will still dare to be what I am!

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The Colourful Night

After a long time I could see the beauty around me that has probably always been there but I refused to notice and feel it. I realized why the Moon despite being spotted has been the subject of so many poems in english literature. Being the natural source of light at night, it is actually worth admiring! As there was a cool breeze blowing in my area last night, I saw the Trees dancing and the Flowers turning brighter while they bloomed with all their vigor. I am attaching a few pictures here that I clicked yesterday, standing by the gate of my house.

Also, I would request not to judge my photography skills for I am not really good at clicks and so suggestions are welcomed!😅

2018-06-01-14-11-41While the yellow moon played hide and seek with the trees, the flowers couldn’t help blooming and the night couldn’t get more scenic than this!

2018-06-01-14-17-34.jpg           There is no night for this dual colour bougainvillea as it sways timelessly!

2018-06-01-14-17-06This was the closest I could get to the moon!

2018-06-01-14-16-20             This is the little garden in my house where grass is still finding its way to grow.

*P.S :- The white light that is brightly visible in the photographs is the street light.

TEARING APART

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Blotching her with the ink of lust,
He abandoned her like a schmatte!
After quenching his thirst
And endlessly devouring on her
He chose to scrap her off
Pushing her into the stony pit!

The milieu of memories,
That gravely rusted her brain
Served as a curse 
Aggravating her misery.
But with hatred taking power,
Born were the chances
For redolent triggers to fade away.
But what to do of the injury ?
That bled incessantly.
Imprinting scars on her body
Reflecting permanent afflictions!

Were they just the ordinary scars
To be ignored impetuously
Or were they symbolic of a tragedy?
Oh yes they had a sickness to convey.
For injuries were not transient!
As they mirrored a tormenting travail.

Pain augmented at such a pace,
That before preventions could be applied,
Cracks surfaced her heart,
With grief penetrating through the ridges.

Denying the brutal well deserving separation,
She rested in a delusion .
Marked by the limiting boundaries 
Of unconscious ignorance,
She found herself all alone,
In a desert with no drops of survival.

How long could she blind herself,
To escape from the reality ?
As long as she refused to accept,
Ambiguity was bound to surround!

No mission, No vision
No shelter, No shoulder 
Oh lost she was!
Not knowing what to do and where to go
She headed without a direction
Reminiscing her past.

 

Arms Against The Own

War or Peace
Was never a choice
For battle was destined!

He moved in the spirit of a combatant
Ignorant of the attachment pull.
But anxiousness had to attack
For the rivals were not a novelty
But his kith and kin.

What fruits would the war bore?
For anyone’s win
Would make him the ultimate loser;
His victory would stain him with blood
While his defeat would fail righteousness
So the revolt was anyway futile!

The son of a heroic mother felt lost that day
When he had no other possibility
Than to fight against his own blood.

He never wished for those possessions
In return of the countless deaths.
He felt destructively aimless,
His faint heart made him weak
Imagining how cruel fate had turn
Oh! 
He never wanted the war to commence!

It was not only a fight for the land or the lady
But also against the internal turmoil
That blurred the vision
And displayed no justice
In raising the arms or the weapons.

Cowardliness dithered him
From taking those warrior steps
Until Lord enlightened him
With his real Karma 
To establish Dharma!

Valor and vigor had to be invited
To uproot the evil
And end the suffering.

With no ambiguity
War had to begun
And escapism was a mark of the fear
That had to fade,
For the deception had to be vanquished
With the evolution of the truth.

Well he had to learn
The transitory nature of the body
That has to be perished,
While the soul stays immortal
Just changing forms and attires.

He had to be strong
To show the world 
That greed has to lose
And virtues have to win!

Sinner has to die
Hero ought to live eternally,
Thus war had to begun
For a new birth and a life
Where only rightful nobility would prevail.

Redefining Myself

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No longer can I allow the world to define me, I need to have my own definition,the one that is written by me and suits me the best.

No longer will I choose what I like over what is right for me as I know the consequences of the first.
Choosing an attractive and easy path can provide me temporary pleasure but in the long run it will turn out to be a just another ordinary life that the masses live, trying to satisfy themselves with less.

No longer do I need to impress anyone for it requires acting according to others’ preferences (being diplomatic, fake and pretentious).
Changing myself for others only causes suffocation and discomfort.Thus I will change only if it is essential for my growth as a human being.

No longer can I allow the external environment and its vivid factors to affect my peace for I cannot control anyone’s actions and behaviour.
All I can do is programme my mind (to accept/ignore and face) , choosing not to create internal disturbance.

No longer does it matter what others think or say about me for it describes their thought process.
All that actually matters to me is what I think about others because that is what will be first created in me and will therefore reflect my personality and affect my vibrations.

No longer do I need to take part in any such argument that holds no sense for such fights lead to no conclusion and end up wasting time.
I will speak only if necessary.

No longer do I need to prove myself or my way of righteousness for everyone has a different definition of being right and I need to respect it.
I am only accountable to God and supposed to give advices and suggestions to others only if I have stepped in their shoes before.

No longer do I need to say ‘Yes’ to every distraction that has nothing to do with my goal or its journey.
It is difficult for me to say ‘No’ but then I understand prioritizing needs is always more important.Moreover if things or people who deserve to be a part of my life will stay forever undoubtedly.

No longer do I need to hold expectations from anyone else as it certainly leads to disappointments at some point of time.
The only person who deserves to fulfil my expectations is myself.

No longer will I make contradictory statements and renege from my own words.
Since I have to be powerful and meaningful therefore I have to learn to stay true to my words.

No longer will I make my accomplishments a source of my happiness.
Achievements are important to me only because of the fact that every milestone crossed provides me with a new insight paving a way for another exciting journey.

No longer will I pass my time in wasteful analyzing for I really need to work hard to be the creator of my destiny and make things fall exactly the way I dream.
All it requires is to utilize each and every second of my life fruitfully.

No longer will I slog or trudge along the journey to my destination for it will only create misery and unhappiness.
I will find bliss in my work and will never quit.

No longer will I carry the baggage of hurt and pain in my heart for it is too heavy.
It is not that easy to drop it for I do not forgive easily but I have to do it for I have far more important things in my life to aim and focus.

No longer will I think twice before helping anyone about what comes back.
I will continue going out of my way for others because their smile and happiness is important to me.

No longer will I get emotionally attached to people and objects around me for I wish to be in the position of a ‘giver’ forever – always emitting love and kindness.
This requires great strength and sometimes not allowing the heart to fall but I think I will be able to do it for I understand its benefits.Moreover I also know how to take energy and love from God and so that will make me stronger,happier and independent.


I know implementing all that I have mentioned above will give me a hard time but I also know that I will be able to practice it for I am a ‘solution oriented’ individual deserving only what is best for ‘me’!

Unveiling The Masquerade

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Your innumerable trials 

In fretful agita ,
To attain the perfect smile
That beseems immaculately
In the ever changing frame of others.
I fail to fathom
Your inner foist ,
If it is self obsession
Or the fear of unacceptability ?

When you choose to busily ignore ,
Those who have caused you hurt
It somehow seems like an intentional escape !
Have you really forgotten and forgiven them
Or is it your way to alleviate the pain ?

As you generously help and accompany others 
Suddenly out of the way ;
I wonder if you are actually so benevolent
Or is to assuage your own helplessness and solitude ?

When you act nice as a pie ,

I fail to decipher ,
Between the Real you
And your arduous efforts 
Meant to create an indelible impression !

During your euphoria moments
When you party overnight,
Coordinating moves with stentorian pop ;
I am not able to discern ,
If you are truly enjoying 
Or just desperately trying 
To resonate your achievements 
In order to gather fame
Among your affluent invitees !

Seeing you suffering through the downs
When you resort to indoors ;
I eagerly wish to know
What are you hiding from ?
The sarcasm of the perfunctory world
Or is it your own scintillating aura
That you cannot watch disappearing !

My sincere efforts go in vain
As I try discovering you ,
For I miserably fail to define you !
Unable to reach even to a single conclusion
About the Real You !
I choose not to give up on you
For I know you are something divine !

Now I will wait
On my hand and foot ,
Even if it will be a long haul. ;
For that one day out of the blue ,
When you will have the courage
Of your convictions
And will take it in both hands
By loving yourself enough ,
To uncover your tightly fitted mask
Finally evanescing the air of pretence !