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Rhyme | English Poetry
Rhyme | English Poetry
Let us not rhyme!!
Even life never does,
On a deserted road,
It’s always the left turn that draws you to right.
Let us not rhyme!!
Because nor do love,
It’s always the broken, scattered souls,
When held together, carves the beauty.
Let us be the cacophony!!
Mixed, chaotic and harsh.
Vague but still existing,
And eventually for a moment even it will sound melody.
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The Flow | English Poetry
The Flow | English Poetry
You know what’s life?
It’s your long chats,
that draws my smile.
You know what’s a dream?
To witness you,
from within.
You know what’s grace?
You eyes conveying,
more than your face.
You know whats a living?
Seeing your soul on you,
reflecting.
You know what’s desire?
To read your happiness,
with your words of fire.
You know what’s fantasy?
It’s you!!!
The one whom I can always read
But cannot live.
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In the loving memory |English Poetry
In the loving memory | English Poetry
With time, we have not only distanced ourselves with other people but also with our memories, emotions and the feeling of love which we once carried in us.
Presenting a poem on the same In the loving memory
Hope you will like it !!
Let us share a moment of grief
Let us shed a drop of tear,
For love, memories, emotions,
For all that was once real !!
In loving memory of love,
Which defined us the way we are,
Made us poetry with no words,
Raising us at par.
But the shine on the armour dried,
Rust took place, the touch of the sword lied,
Love !! stands now no ground,
Though still defined,
It doesn’t mean, It doesn’t sound.
Hollow !! Empty !! Deceiving !! emotions, it drive
In its loving memory, we strive
In loving memory of memories,
Which once existed in teary eyes,
In the boisterous laugh,
In the mischievous smile,
No longer do they feel the same,
No innocence of the time,
And even the thought sounds lame.
Hollow !! Empty !! Deceiving !! emotions, they drive
In its loving memory, they strive
In loving memory of emotions,
Which once did exist,
In the metaphors,
In the similes
In the memories, which once were realities,
No longer they beat,
No longer they rhyme,
Numb, dull, lost, they are,
Difficult to understand and realize,
Hollow !! Empty !! Deceiving !! emotions, they drive
In its loving memory, they strive
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In the loving memory | English Poetry
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A girl.The girl | English Poetry
A girl.The girl | English Poetry
Winds changed their direction,
The summer passed,
The return was different
What left at first, didn’t last.
The arrival was not the same, The departure was made to blame,
The chaos in her subsided the peace,
She smiled but was not at her ease.
The child in her had died,
It was just the woman, who survived.
At a distance she stood,
Looked like the woman, I didn’t understood.
The child had majestic eyes,
They laughed and cried at the same time,
The woman had a thoughtful view,
Practical and logically shrewd,
The child was entangled in the struggle of hope,
Jostling in and out, stretching the threads of rope,
The woman now had embraced her soul,
Not much to shudder, not much to howl
The child then had a life,
Whereas the woman just lives,
Tired of searching, her inner peace
As the distance closed,,
Her aura on my thoughts, bestowed,
The smile was still at its peak,
The charming eyes still had a lot to speak,
Not the woman, she was still the child,
Disguised for others, known to the ones nearby,
It was a mistake, I was wrong,
Though it was an illusion, but that of my own,
Somewhere I thought,
I met a girl whom I thought I lost to the world unknown,
But she was still the girl, the girl very much known,
I never met the woman, it was the same child,
Life played the magic, the eyes got deceived by…….
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Childhood | English Poetry
Childhood | English Poetry
The Time was odd,
The people were even
We were born,
From womb to heaven,
With small fingers, cute face;
We came in the world by god’s grace.
We learnt to walk, then to talk,
Then to hear and later to bear,
Surrounded by toys And hampers,
We were loved, we were pampered.
Life was good, life was going,
And there were we, totally enjoying
Nice clothes, tidy hair,
Tightened boots, roaming here and there,
We slept when we wished,
We ate at our own risk,
No thinking of what doing next,
No tension to make the present perfect
The time was good,
The mind was free.
The life was going as we destined it to be.
That was what childhood meant to me
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