A mother's woe
No more they bother me
For the missing shoe
Or the dirty tie
...
Don't know why
The morning was serene
The breeze was as usual soothing
...
हम तो बस तुम्हारी आंखों की खुबसूरती
की तारीफ करते रहें
मगर उस समंदर की गहराई से
छिपी दर्द की मोतिओं को समेट न पाये ।
...
The EVENT may be over
But the EUPHORIA is on..
ACTION has stopped
But the IDEA is moving on
...
Diary is overflowing
Schedule is packed to the brim..
No time to stand and stare
Even in wee hours in the morning
...
I don't want to be in the race
I don't want to turture my emotions
Let their soft sublime tenderness
Be not be the victim of
...
Poems are not just
A string of words
Arranged randomly just to
Please the eyes
...
I know this life is not mine
So that whatever attached
My grooming my qualification
My placement social status
...
Too short but too fast it is
So difficult to keep pace with
It pains at the end
When I fail miserably
...
In a world of
Self-centered beings
Where time and leisure are
The most precious things
...
Passion and rejection
Are not aliens
They are not strangers
Rather very much familiar
...
It's always the problem
How to start!
So many ideas feelings
Excitement and action silent
...
It's so easy to see hear and touch
So easy to express the feelings
When it is about the cool breeze
That blows so gently
...
She
She
She knows
Where to stamp her feet
But struggles to reach the spot…
She knows
When to speak and to whom
But sometimes it echoes back
Without being heard…..
She is clear
Of her aspirations
But more often
Denied of bare minimum……
She extends her supporting hand
But not always
It is reciprocated….
She is happy
With the smallest thing
She is embarrassed
When appreciated a little…..
She feels blessed to be
Understood, in the same line
But …
Why there is a gap..
Between the cup and the sip?
Why the talks ca'nt walk?
Why she begs for those,
By default to be her own…? ? ?
Why she shouts, screams
Fights and bleeds every now and then
For the encroached entitlements
Of her own…..? ? ? ?
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my dad, caeden taught me a lot about shity poems and this is one of em
You are an emerging poetess of my state, so fluid in the lines, so lucid in the style that I could not resist my temptation to greet you and adore your amazing poetic talent. Please be a bit frequent in visiting the site and contribute to it by readership and composition. I wish all those buds of poems in your heart bloom in the literary pool of the site POEMHUNTER. Thanks poetess. Regards. Subhas
Life is the greatest teacher It teaches a new lesson every day And presents a new question paper I can't copy from my friend As she has a different question to answer
Happiness can't be lent, borrowed, or outsourced. It has your own trademark and patent right.
The costliest thing we waste every moment is 'TIME'
Unless you undergo pain You can not run the pen
you did good mommy