Sitting in a chair, in the middle of the street, when the sleep is hard to come by, Far away from my dreams, talking to another desolate, needy guy sitting at the sidewalk.
Sitting in a chair, in the middle of the street, when the sleep is hard to come by, beneath the semi - closed pavement of ceiling, loaded with wires, hoardings and lighted up with incandescently lights. Poking up my brain's hippocampus.
On of a sudden, moonlight flickers on my face, which broke my signals with my own musings, and again started, muttering to that guy, in such a tone that only I can hear what I said to him .
This post was written in response to What do you see #48. I thank Sadje for hosting this challenge. The challenge was to write a poem or a prose on the picture provided.
In the vastness and void Of this silence; I have understood the cosmos, That we both shared. In this vastness and void of silence, I have understood the love, That we once shared. May be, We don't talk much nowadays or Will not ever talk in future. But, The love we have shared once Is still in those COSMOS With realm's interconnected. No matter, What crisis we are facing off. You'll always with me, In your absence. You'll always with me, With your inevitable smiles, plenty of pungent promises and, Innumerable talks, Which may sound gibberish yet insightful, When engrossed quietly. No matter, What crisis we are facing off. On the horizons of oblivion, You'll still always with me for eternity. I have faith, I have faith, On the crystals of my fate. Our realm is still interconnected Somewhere, Within this COSMOS. @dakshali.gupta (22/09/20)
Finally, I bloom, sigh... finally I flourished the way everyone wanted. I reached those endeavour, that you had expected. You must be glad by yourself? Or from myself? That I had fulfilled your desires. Finally, I transcends all of them, and attains all your expectations. You must be happy now ...right ? But, Do I listen to my inner self ? Or do my inner soul content with this conclusion? I know somewhere, This triumph will not last for decades.. May be it reflects the sense of external satisfaction. But, will not discover the wings of my internal satisfaction. I know, I will be regretting someday with my own forceful decision. I will rue those moment, when I had succeeded their expectations. And will soon passed away, in forlorn from this divinly fluke sphere, Like this yellow charming flower, Which looks enchanting from outside But later, will dried off as withered leaves. @dakshali.gupta (20/09/20)
Conclusion : Don’t just dream your life, live your dream ~ Bob bitchin
Sitting beside lakeside, staring at the stars zenith, shifting sallowism at the horizon secluded myself, away from the society. Sailing under the remembrance of thy? Silently curbing myself, in search of my inner soul.
This is a Pleiades form of poetry.
A Pleiades poem has only one word in the title followed by a seven line stanza . The first word of each line begins with the same letter as the title.
( For the visually challenged readers, the image shows an incomplete watercolor on open pages of a notebook. There are tubes of colors next to it and some painting paraphernalia )
You don't need any paraphernalia, to describe who you are. You don't have to be beautiful, and eye glancing to appreciate the savor of inner beauty. I have known you for years, You still have that soft, light hearted heart, layered somewhere between your subtle smiles. You don't need to be colorful, Just to show others. I embrace you, with these dreary, deficient colors. You don't need to get colorful, these colors defined perfectly 'Who you are'. You don't have to mask yourself, with these artificial colours, You looked stunning in this outlook only. I can sight the whole galaxy, In those of yours half - partial image, That you think it's partial, but it is not dear! It's more than, than what you think so You can't see your inner beauty, that resides within. You don't need any of these paraphernalia, To change yourself. Just embrace the glorious mess that you are.
Wriggling over the dunes of desert, for years like a
Walking along in the silence, still had no regrets, of
Whipping out from his well settled life, just to follow his dreams.
Inspired from one of my favourite novels of Paulo Coelho, ‘The Alchemist’.
I have tried something from the Pleiades this time. A Pleiades poem has only one word in the title followed by a seven line stanza . The first word of each line begins with the same letter as the title.
There’s also another version of this poem, I was confused which one is much better.. but both are beautiful in its own way..! So, I’ll post in another round . Till then, stay safe & take care of your loved ones.
I know, Someday, We can fly as like birds; as high as kites. Someday, We can chatter with those birds, Touched the cerulean cotton clouds,with hands; not in dreams but in reality too.. I know, Someday, We can cherish the Earth from the seamless sky. I know, Someday, I can really invent such things, And could gift to this generation a boon; From where we can fly our wings; Spread our wings to its fullest, And could resides b/w those cerulean cotton clouds.
Inspired from the movie – “Three Musketeers” . I used to see in my childhood days and would never bored after watching it for several times.
Today is my blog’s first anniversary. It’s been a year since I published my first poem here and in this journey I have learnt a lot from you guys. I’m feeling blessed and gratitude towards you all.
I’m so thankful for everyone who has read all my post since the beginning of my journey. I never dared to dream that people would want to read my poems, that people would reply to me and encouraged me to write especially Sumit Sir, you inspired me a lot during my initial months after a long break. I still remember your consistency strategy.
I am grateful to each of you, I don’t want to mention separate names here, as you all are my regular encouragement of this successful 1 year. I have continued to add more post only because of your constant support, otherwise I didn’t believe in myself that I can ever continued my writing poems.
I think, blogging has made me a better human though. A better communicator and a better believer.
And blogging is incomplete from you guys, you’re the most valued people in my life. You’re the part of my blogging world.
Thank you, everyone to stay with me and support me in this journey and I know you’ll be stay with me forever and ever. And also HAPPY TEACHER’S DAY to all of you .
The fear of unpleasant nightmares, if they’re being true;
The fear of existence,
The fear of loosing myself,
The fear of getting old,
The fear of death,
The fear of not completing my purpose,
The fear of my freedom,
The fear of my justice towards my life,
The fear of truth, and lies ;
and the fear of writing this piece.
Fear cascades in all my veins,
as it challenges me, everything I fear of something and boost my conscience with motivation,
i.e., why I always gratitude my fear and keep in myself knowingly…
According, to me fear is good for one self, but yes excess fear is ofcourse not good for health and mental health. But, the fear we experience in our day to day lifestyle, assist our life towards accomplishments inspite of all hindrance. But, this could happen only when you have elixirs of positiveness.
For example, It is said to be that ‘Prevention is better than cure’ but where that prevention comes from, there’s may be some kind of fear which force us to take care of ourselves.
// This is my views regarding fear, kindly share your views in the comment section and yes, always accept your fear don’t try to escape from it.//