Subham:
#Repentance:

I cry, I cry
very tears of passion
with repentance in my heart
and achievement my motivation

I tremble, I struggle
in the journey of life
every moment, every vibe
gifts me something
worth my profundity

I fail, I learn
for the tranquil I yearn
yet disguised is my avidity
and solidarity shelters my wit

I push, I strive
for success is impartial
partial is the mind
with saturated connotations

I err, I correct
for ignorance is not an option tranquility is bliss
yet passion fuels my emotion

I assume, I misunderstand
people, feelings, situations
with repentance in the heart and optimism in my thoughts

I beg, I try
with courage and obligation
as apologies do their duty,
I rest in peace every ambiguity

I cry, I cry
very tears of passion
aspiring for the pleasure and bliss so immortal

#Hindered_Hues

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Being Strangers

Once, on a day,
through the life’s way.
You meet one, stranger,
and s/he become your life changer.

Doing every possible thing,
to get attached by the strings.
Either it’s running miles,
or even by faking smiles.

Strangers become friends,
over & over like trends.
Sharing every laugh,
even the fears & tears, in half.

Sooner on a day, you feel,
being more than friends.
So some way, you steal..
heart, being more than trends.

You’ll never realize,
the miracles you did.
To make him/her ever realize,
just happiness, all you did.

Hugging, Kissing, cuddling,
time keeps flying away.
Later it’s puddling or muddling,
life keeps changing away.

Once, on a day,
it becomes a blame game.
somehow or someway,
relationship becomes a lame name.

Taking each other for granted,
or with time you’re changing.
feelings aren’t strong as planted,
because someone stopped trying.

Over & over once on a day,
tolerance is now enough.
It just happens this way,
it’s impossible & is now tough.

Someone who you liked the most,
is someone now, hated the most.
you move on with a life changer,
again just like being the stranger.

Left with memories,
with some faded times.
Love notes & gestures,
& voices like some faded chimes.

Desperation becomes separation.
Importance becomes ignorance.
Try hard, keep them away from their pain,
before you become strangers again.

Once, every day,
remember how you started.
Try your best every way,
Just the way, how you started.

P.S.: Always put the same effort in your relationship which you put in the beginning else you will start being strangers and will even end being strangers.

https://medium.com/@wOrgasm/being-strangers-5e74f059e1d9#.wred89682

PERCEPTIONS!

By Sukeerti Nandihal‎

Let the layer of fog unveil
Like a blossomed flower,
Morning rays evoking my inner soul..
And the reflections shaping up
As I near the cenote,
Ripples with a touch on whole !

Walking down the shrine,
Hymns recited, the bells clinging,
Like the flow of nectar in the flower..
As the song wafts through the air,
Being never short of a peaceful treat,
Doors ajar even for the dour!

Acoustics it was,
Musical pillars they said,
All I could find myself was in nature's allure..
Preened they were , chirping
Under the shadows of connifer,
Emotions they were, in ture!

http://telegra.ph/Perceptions-03-04

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poems of a unheard:
I have a song to sing about a girl who fell
and underwent some horrible wounds which simple words alone can spell
it was a normal Saturday movie date night
near a highway I found this girl bloodied and shattered -a horrible sight
we rushed her to nearby hospital and did all what we could
such deeds could have been done only by those empty of all thats good
they operated her and healed all those wounds that were visible
but what about her wounds that are deep and invisible
next day i was shattered to see her in tears
struggling with her reality and losing the battle against her fears
as she thanked me i uselessly stood there contemplating what to tell
but i am clueless as i am the one standing and she was the one who fell
in the end i said

"please hold on for you will be a survivor and dont be ashamed of your scars
for it represents the testimony of your strong mind and struggles you have overcome so far
dont be scared as you have a long way to go
let your struggles be the guiding water for the righteous seeds that our society needs to sow
be brave as every great journey begins with a step
though this world is filled with evil there is also good that could help
let your revengeful flame burn out to be a righteous inferno
to wake the Lady Justice and to let her wrath show"
the fire thus she saw in my eyes
slowly started to reflect in hers
to answer her lost innocence she decided to fight
thus she became the forsaken's, beautiful knight
she still fights and to all the ordinary others she has a request
"if you happen upon another similar soul please be there for their tiring quest"
I don't know whether that girl will understand the words I have
and I have have hope for her as in this world humanity is still there

#riyaswords

Sprinkle your soul, with colors
Humans, you are & the lovers
Don't hate, no hate
All we are, brothers
from different mothers :D

@wOrgasm

wOrgasm.com:
I know you aren't blind
Hold your hearts & be kind
To everyone that you know
There's God, the Almighty
You're just one of his, one kind.

@wOrgasm

Don't let the hopes die
Wipe your's & their tears dry
Happiness is lot more than self
I tell you, just make 'em not cry

@wOrgasm

Someone! they said,
is why, they're afraid.
There's God, the Almighty
He's got the thread.

@wOrgasm

It's not about being perfect. It's about being a little better each day.

@narciseft

A Birthday

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me

~ by Christina Rossetti

poems of a unheard:
o mom when life has been stormy you have been my light
when I was weakened by fate you have been my might
the chapters that I had filled so far in my life started with the words you taught
and whenever my world fell for me you fought
through thick and thin you never abandoned me
you always inspire me to be the better human that I could be
I am where I am cos of the sacrifices you made
and the love that we share ll always be something that never fade
though I am a lady you were the one to show me that MOTHER is just not a word
you were the answering to believe that my pleas were heard
you have always been what I needed
sun-when I am cold and rain - when I am scorched
you were the person who taught me love never expects perfection or any heroic deeds

#riyaswords