Those trendy jeans with adorned holes?
Or torn rags that embellish the kitchen chores?
That arrogant corn which reluctantly pops?
Or the heroic efforts that shot him to the top?
Those orotund adjectives which nobody reads?
Or the bland creation without those beads?
That ugly stare from the adjacent creep?
Or an unspoken desire of a weird sheep?
Those revengeful eyes that refuse to close?
Or the pangs of grief that withered up the rose?
That lady who lost her honor in yet another heinous act?
Or another gimmick with a calculated tact?
Judgement is the need!
No one’s certain
Which way it should be.
‘Cause the light
It mostly accentuates one way.
While the other one
Like a mean shadow,
Thinks of itself as a
Self righteous day.
Casually strolling around,
Her “red” diary I found.
Clicked my mind quickly,
I started working.
Her poems and prose
Her lilies and rose
An entry caught my attention
My name with a bold mention?
A warm chuckle!
Words like ‘cupid’ and ‘valentine’,
Adjectives like ‘magnetic’ and ‘divine’,
Kissed the page with fervour.
Avidly, I devoured.
A cornucopia of butterflies flying!
I tranced into a parallel world
Pouring lilies and flying birds.
Blooming was cloud nine,
As I knew she was mine.
Suddenly, my mouth dropped
As if the world had stopped.
All the feelings had been fake
‘Cause the guy was my namesake.
A fading smug!
Pain pinched my heart
Like a sharp pointed dart
The adjectives were for him
Sorrow overflowed at the brim.
A cornucopia of butterflies dying!
Suddenly she came in
Wearing the most beautiful smile
Ironically, I forgot all my worries
And wished her “Happy Valentine’s”
Again, heavens thanked!
But, no butterflies this time!! 😛
Happy Valentine’s day people! I hope your day doesn’t go like this. 😛
Wish water was always calm,
And the sky was always blue.
Wish a smile always meant happiness,
And words were always true.
Wish a veil could show
What it really hides.
And the walls could speak
The secrets they confide.
Wish red always meant a sweet rose,
And not the images of gore and blood.
Wish nature always implied a beautiful cascade,
And not the images of landslides and flood.
Wish A always equaled A
And B always equaled B.
Then I guess, we all could see,
How beautiful this place can be.
I dream of a place far away,
Which would echo with the tunes I adore.
Far from the reaches of anger and foul play,
Far from the clutches of terror and gore.
Where the strumming on the acoustic guitar
Would make my heart pine for more.
The sensational flute solos not too far
Would caress me and mesmerize me to the core.
Where the slow beats of the drumsticks on the cymbals
Would keep my tapping feet rhythmic.
And the aura filled with clear and soothing vocals
Would break the melancholy and fill the soul with music.
It would make me forget everything.
It would keep my blood flowing.
It would cast a beautiful spell,
It would take me away from this hell.
When spoken casually,
Can make you a clown.
When commanded with authority,
Can bring one down.
When given a proper structure,
Can make a beautiful song,
When shaped with a rude gesture,
Can make an abuse, strong.
When defined by anonymity,
Can go worthless.
When defined by affinity,
Can serve the purpose.
When fueled by manipulation,
Can give disastrous solutions.
When labelled with true emotions,
Can cause a strong revolution.
When chosen blindly,
Can take you to hell,
Can make things tragic.
When chosen wisely,
Can serve you well,
Can weave magic.
Starting from the same line
We begin the run
But few end up at the finish line
And the rest are caught in the fun
Of the things so fine
That they bother none
But the thing is
Where do you see yourself?
Few seem to conquer the world
And some fly like free birds
Few seem to shadow mankind
And some are hard to find
Few seem to influence you
And some are so new
But the point remains
Where do you see yourself?
Do you find yourself in the middle of a sea
With big waves coming your way
And you can’t get a direction
Even in the bright sunny day
Do you imagine yourself on a small boat
All alone you struggle for a ray
If that’s true, continue sailing
Because HE doesn’t want you to say
‘WHY COULDN’T I SEE MYSELF?’