चापलूसी जिनकी प्रवृत्ति है, जो औरों के गलत प्रचार करते हैं, ‘काबिल’ का मतलब उन्हें पता नहीं, उनके प्रतिभा का निर्धारण करते हैं ऐसे सज्जनों से फिर क्या ताल्लुक जो पल पल व्यवहार बदलते हैं जो घट घट रंग बदलते हैं…
I might rise slightly deferral, Like the sun in cold . My dawn is seldom on time, Like turn not every bud into a flower. I hold back grudges and scars, Like a fly hesist entering a web. Yet my beginnings aren’t scrubbed, Perhaps are delayed, indeed not denied. I go numb when encounter with fears, Like a soul trapped in a lion cave. My firm goals, I perform out of mind, Like drunk straight with alcohol. I am tirelessly struggling and striving, Like a farmer raising field crops.
Yet my beginnings aren’t scrubbed, Perhaps are delayed, indeed not denied. I am a wanderer of hidden places, Like the ones in search of their reach. My theme of poetry is survival, Like the travellers of peak range. I show none serene looks, inside lies fire, Like a thirsty dog trying defeating death. Yet my beginnings aren’t scrubbed, Perhaps are delayed, indeed not denied.
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When your Soul is in Solitude; and you lost your Love without Lust by Aniket Kumar Das a.k.aStarrus Xanthis
Back in my childhood days; Rhythmic sways, I lost my ways; I remember those phase; Though I was free yet it felt like a cage; I want my rage to burst out, take a selfie with a rust pout; Want to shout, want to be an opportunist; Life seems like a zombie apocalypse; Maybe stay in dim, looking grim, but I was capable to win, my birth is not a sin; That’s why, Earth take in and I get in; You’re no one to decide, to choose my ride; I can guide myself for miles, speed dials me; I remember back, got beaten in a sack; Got a blind spot in my eye; I need an ice pack, still I can’t fill this lack; High stakes, eyes wide awake, wise takes; I need support for God sakes;
I took a tough course, was in turf wars, wasn’t dead source, I was a race horse; Solitude roads, I’ve to roar; These are not SARS, I got some lone-wolf scars; I wrote the last note before dying; This is my Soul, you’re reading, I’m underlying; That suppression, oppression, depression; Compel me to shut down the operation; “No, no, that’s not an operation that’s my…” Yes, I felt shy, now I don’t want to deny; Body dies, but Love can never die; Even God said, “Oh my my”; Ain’t ever got any chance, to romance, to dance or even enhance; Immense thoughts floored in my mind, flowed to my heart, showed up in my eyes; But it never came out, of my mouth;
Maybe I was not so prosperous; My heart was canny and courageous; I got a scratch on that, I need a stitch; Not the needle, I had to be rich; In brief, it was a grief, living dead on the street; Treated like a prick, situation was bleak; Attacks got a streak, attached to my reach; I use to be a coward crying ‘mayday’; Strive towards dying ‘heyday’; With my fate, got to laid with, I can’t switch, played with out of which, I died weeping like a witch, keeping high my pitch, cursing as if I was ditched; That’s so me, can’t you see, so mean, I can see, still racing away like a freak; Got no fear son, ain’t had a dear one, like an ugly cycle and gear none, Father don’t send me rear, I don’t want to live here, Nun;
This ‘bliss’, is just a word in dictionary; Supernumerary were the misery, I wasn’t free, causing bleed, want to pause this scene, demons are licking that red cream; Of course, it was worse, seems like a surge, hatred was purge, I want to grudge, but the evils got merged; I want everybody to know; What happened since the go; I am not the last in the row, many more to come, due to lass betrayal, kicking with the drum, got that so-called glow; I’m now a Soul, want to be a Ghoul; It’s not my goal, ain’t want to be ignored, like a stomach growl; Since start speeding solo, don’t want a duo, alive actually like a rolling stone, you can’t reach me, ’cause I’m gone; I can’t remember more tears aflow; Yes, I was dead 4 years ago;
By Aniket Kumar Das a.k.aStarrus Xanthis
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