the chameleon he knew how to change colors mixed well with the surrounding put him with the owls and his heart began pounding got good eyes got a great tongue too sing him a song too and he would disappoint you serene and clam he never had fits of rage put him with ravens he'll die in young age leaves and branches were his good friends put him with thorns and brushes he'll not complain , but try to blend in he was a great creature he is no more being put where he didn't belong great sorrow his heart bore he told to nature put me there , I'll blend but he found out his ways were too hard to mend at first he thought it will take some time let me put more effort after all I'm master of mine but things started to slip out of his hands , he felt drained , yet not able to leave as if trapped in sand and then every waking hour only one thing he dreamt how much would be different if he belonged where he meant ever so slowly he began to rot . #review #chameleon #poetry
A thought provoking poem.
Darkness.
When darkness comes and silence arose
The beat of my heart became so shallow
The smell of fear is all I perceive
Anger arose within me and my pain conceal
The man in the mirror is scared
Darkness has taken a toll, leaving me benign
I looked around, I see no one
My works are done, and I have lost
My shames and my glory all before me
There's nothing I can do, than sit or dive in
The arrows of revenge rage
Suddenly It's like I could fight again
Still I looked around and found no one
My works are done and I have lost.
How did I get here? I asked myself
I used to be king, my palace right here.
I have slaves, I keep maids
My yards are big, but now they're fade
Was it not I? I could look dragon in the face
I have many kingdoms, I wipe nations in a gaze.
I never dwell among the peasant, I was power
But darkness has taken it toll, as higher as I was, I am lower.
#review #HappySunday
Darkness.
When darkness comes and silence arose
The beat of my heart became so shallow
The smell of fear is all I perceive
Anger arose within me and my pain conceal
The man in the mirror is scared
Darkness has taken a toll, leaving me benign
I looked around, I see no one
My works are done, and I have lost
My shames and my glory all before me
There's nothing I can do, than sit or dive in
The arrows of revenge rage
Suddenly It's like I could fight again
Still I looked around and found no one
My works are done and I have lost.
How did I get here? I asked myself
I used to be king, my palace right here.
I have slaves, I keep maids
My yards are big, but now they're fade
Was it not I? I could look dragon in the face
I have many kingdoms, I wipe nations in a gaze.
I never dwell among the peasant, I was power
But darkness has taken it toll, as higher as I was, I am lower.
#review #HappySunday
/Breathing/Breathing in Your Words/
I am trapped,
Confined within the spaces
Of the words you write.
I know you lock them.
Not to let me escape,
locking us
Also, in your heart
And likely throwing the key
In those ponds of secrecy
Too deep it goes,
Sinking in them
sailing but forever with
the flow of those waters, you know?
Just like boats.
Capsized.
I sink in your words,
deeper as you broaden your poems
Now I know why they're
always long.
I am trapped
In the poetic devices you use.
Just like how in those caesuras,
I am contained.
Not "trapped", as you would call it
More like, I do not want
to escape
Nor let you let me escape
#sam #review
I am trapped,
Confined within the spaces
Of the words you write.
I know you lock them.
Not to let me escape,
locking us
Also, in your heart
And likely throwing the key
In those ponds of secrecy
Too deep it goes,
Sinking in them
sailing but forever with
the flow of those waters, you know?
Just like boats.
Capsized.
I sink in your words,
deeper as you broaden your poems
Now I know why they're
always long.
I am trapped
In the poetic devices you use.
Just like how in those caesuras,
I am contained.
Not "trapped", as you would call it
More like, I do not want
to escape
Nor let you let me escape
#sam #review
#review
EMPTINESS IN RETURN
No soul to understand me,
Where will i go with this pain,
I'm tired of convincing,
Still gives out voice to make normal,
In return gifted me air of anger,
Still with acceptance,
I pour out tears in rivers,
And stand in heavy pain
With lonely heart that beats slow
As I've promised to be with him forever.
#poetry
EMPTINESS IN RETURN
No soul to understand me,
Where will i go with this pain,
I'm tired of convincing,
Still gives out voice to make normal,
In return gifted me air of anger,
Still with acceptance,
I pour out tears in rivers,
And stand in heavy pain
With lonely heart that beats slow
As I've promised to be with him forever.
#poetry
A Poem Of Questions
When a dreamer dies,
what happens to his dreams?
Do they trace back the footsteps,
of the goner to heaven?
Or do they stay in closed dungeons,
forever and ever?
Do the dreams grief
that they are orphans now?
Or do they move on to someone else,
to hold them close to their hearts?
When a person dies,
where do his thoughts go?
Do they disappear and
no one sees them again?
Or are they written in bad handwriting
over hidden pages?
Do they get lost
with the person that owns them?
Or do they find their way to similar minds ?
When a person kills himself,
where does his pain go?
He got rid of his pain,
but did the pain vanish from everywhere?
or did it find it's solace
in the dead's loved ones?
Maybe his father or friends
or maybe a stranger?
When someone leaves,
where do you keep the love
that you wanted to shower upon him?
Do you send it to heaven for him to smile,
or do you keep it to your heart
to find peace in some of its pieces?
#everyone #princhi #review #poetry
When a dreamer dies,
what happens to his dreams?
Do they trace back the footsteps,
of the goner to heaven?
Or do they stay in closed dungeons,
forever and ever?
Do the dreams grief
that they are orphans now?
Or do they move on to someone else,
to hold them close to their hearts?
When a person dies,
where do his thoughts go?
Do they disappear and
no one sees them again?
Or are they written in bad handwriting
over hidden pages?
Do they get lost
with the person that owns them?
Or do they find their way to similar minds ?
When a person kills himself,
where does his pain go?
He got rid of his pain,
but did the pain vanish from everywhere?
or did it find it's solace
in the dead's loved ones?
Maybe his father or friends
or maybe a stranger?
When someone leaves,
where do you keep the love
that you wanted to shower upon him?
Do you send it to heaven for him to smile,
or do you keep it to your heart
to find peace in some of its pieces?
#everyone #princhi #review #poetry
#review
It expired
It was words
that leans on me
Was simple
though made me complex
Was deep,
the feel after words heard
Made tired in memories of it
Still mutes smile amd puts in shadow
though passed away.
It expired
It was words
that leans on me
Was simple
though made me complex
Was deep,
the feel after words heard
Made tired in memories of it
Still mutes smile amd puts in shadow
though passed away.
#review
The Harshly Sweet Life
Is life all about well - being and warmth?
Or is it only the certain kind of feelings of blue?
I guess it's in between... don't you?
So many moments are out there you
have yelled at the top of your lungs out of joy.
So many days you have passed grieving throughout.
Those nights you have passed just to form the holistic picture of your failures... don't you remember?
Then only a crumble of success soothed your sorest eyes out of insomnia.
So many incidents left you smarting along with no one aside,
So many moments are there you can't even stop swooning over with all gathering together.
So many decisions you will regret for throughout the life.
Have taken so many moves you will be gushing over forever.
So many evenings you had full of anxiety, sincerity, seriousness,
Contrarily so many afternoons you have passed frivolously, flippantly.
So many days you have lived with narcissistic glorification and maybe with glorified redemption.
So many days you compelled to lean back due to burden of self - loathe or maybe due to dismayed failure.
As life always love to amble along the agathokakological way,
It will not be quenching your thirst all the time,
As well as not leaving you refrained from the pleasant colours always.
The Harshly Sweet Life
Is life all about well - being and warmth?
Or is it only the certain kind of feelings of blue?
I guess it's in between... don't you?
So many moments are out there you
have yelled at the top of your lungs out of joy.
So many days you have passed grieving throughout.
Those nights you have passed just to form the holistic picture of your failures... don't you remember?
Then only a crumble of success soothed your sorest eyes out of insomnia.
So many incidents left you smarting along with no one aside,
So many moments are there you can't even stop swooning over with all gathering together.
So many decisions you will regret for throughout the life.
Have taken so many moves you will be gushing over forever.
So many evenings you had full of anxiety, sincerity, seriousness,
Contrarily so many afternoons you have passed frivolously, flippantly.
So many days you have lived with narcissistic glorification and maybe with glorified redemption.
So many days you compelled to lean back due to burden of self - loathe or maybe due to dismayed failure.
As life always love to amble along the agathokakological way,
It will not be quenching your thirst all the time,
As well as not leaving you refrained from the pleasant colours always.
Northern star
Where do you go when the pain is so much to take
That you drown in the sand, a marsh land.
Vortex of emotions, bruises and deep paper cuts,
All turning your soul in cellophane.
Numb and lost you search for the northern star
Sitting across the sky way too far.
To guide you back to life and light
And help you pick the fragments of your desires,
Sundered into the wide space of failures.
Look up, look at the sky now!
Do you see it sitting there?
Your northern star is there guiding you back.
So keep moving, I know you're in pain
I know your grief, I feel your disdain.
But where do you go when the pain is so much to take
That you drown in the ocean of your grief, mire of hopelessness.
Follow the star it's guiding you to your home
where there'll be no more pain to bear anymore.
#review #tm #poetry
Where do you go when the pain is so much to take
That you drown in the sand, a marsh land.
Vortex of emotions, bruises and deep paper cuts,
All turning your soul in cellophane.
Numb and lost you search for the northern star
Sitting across the sky way too far.
To guide you back to life and light
And help you pick the fragments of your desires,
Sundered into the wide space of failures.
Look up, look at the sky now!
Do you see it sitting there?
Your northern star is there guiding you back.
So keep moving, I know you're in pain
I know your grief, I feel your disdain.
But where do you go when the pain is so much to take
That you drown in the ocean of your grief, mire of hopelessness.
Follow the star it's guiding you to your home
where there'll be no more pain to bear anymore.
#review #tm #poetry
Let me take you to the world
Where there is no icing on the cake
The cake's sweetness is enough to live happy life
Everyone is real without any artificiality
Let me take you to the world
Where emoticons don't decieve the people
Words are enough to show emotions
Everyone express their feelings without any hesitation
Let me take you to the world
Where there is no perfume available
Blooming of flowers are forever
Everyone hold their own character without any fake personality
#review #everyone #poem #kachchi_kalam
Where there is no icing on the cake
The cake's sweetness is enough to live happy life
Everyone is real without any artificiality
Let me take you to the world
Where emoticons don't decieve the people
Words are enough to show emotions
Everyone express their feelings without any hesitation
Let me take you to the world
Where there is no perfume available
Blooming of flowers are forever
Everyone hold their own character without any fake personality
#review #everyone #poem #kachchi_kalam
I don't have a perfect nose, or a perfect figure. I have a comparatively round face and small eyes. I ain't as pretty as others expect pretty to be. I don't have long and silky hair like others. I don't get grades my parents want me to get. My voice may be squeaky. I may be irritating at times for people for being over caring. I am good and kind to others, yet few people don't like me.
But that's not something I should worry about. I have accepted my flaws because I have to live with them all my life, and they won't change, and I won't change who I am. And maybe, they aren't even flaws, they're just one way the community seeks beauty. We creatures are created by the extreme power, and hence everything is beautiful in it's own way, and nobody can label something as perfect and beautiful.
So don't worry about your flaws my dear, you're beautiful as you are, because you are you and you are unique. And if you are worried by the people who taunt you, just remember that nothing in your life is permanent except for you. The only thing that'll remain with you all your life is your mind, your heart, your body and your soul! So embrace is everyday and love yourself.
Because:
The greatest form of self love is self acceptance.
©_wild_pen_
#review #wildpen #article
But that's not something I should worry about. I have accepted my flaws because I have to live with them all my life, and they won't change, and I won't change who I am. And maybe, they aren't even flaws, they're just one way the community seeks beauty. We creatures are created by the extreme power, and hence everything is beautiful in it's own way, and nobody can label something as perfect and beautiful.
So don't worry about your flaws my dear, you're beautiful as you are, because you are you and you are unique. And if you are worried by the people who taunt you, just remember that nothing in your life is permanent except for you. The only thing that'll remain with you all your life is your mind, your heart, your body and your soul! So embrace is everyday and love yourself.
Because:
The greatest form of self love is self acceptance.
©_wild_pen_
#review #wildpen #article
What are teenagers?
Hormone driven daredevils who feel invincible and are arrogant in their infallibility. They are a work in progress that drive parents to digress, stress and a multitude of bad press!
#wisdom #review #SaiRamKiran
Hormone driven daredevils who feel invincible and are arrogant in their infallibility. They are a work in progress that drive parents to digress, stress and a multitude of bad press!
#wisdom #review #SaiRamKiran
STEPS OF MORTALS
Now, it's present
Before, it was past
Then, it will be future
Every second is counted,
Every minute is gathered,
Every hour is passed like this,
We smile and cry,
We love and gets hurt,
We care and not bothered,
We are polite and barks,
We are everything, we feel
We, moulded into all these,
We are Human.
#review
Now, it's present
Before, it was past
Then, it will be future
Every second is counted,
Every minute is gathered,
Every hour is passed like this,
We smile and cry,
We love and gets hurt,
We care and not bothered,
We are polite and barks,
We are everything, we feel
We, moulded into all these,
We are Human.
#review
#review
Heart is a box.
For storage.
For things that are warm,
Soft and colourful.
For pots and pans.
And stirrers,
I use to cook my poetry with.
My poetry of food,
taste and burnt desires.
And this box is to be kept
out of the reach of children,
for it contains letters from
unsettling events.
It is a box one should either get rid of,
Or never let go.
Heart is a box.
For storage.
For things that are warm,
Soft and colourful.
For pots and pans.
And stirrers,
I use to cook my poetry with.
My poetry of food,
taste and burnt desires.
And this box is to be kept
out of the reach of children,
for it contains letters from
unsettling events.
It is a box one should either get rid of,
Or never let go.
"Yes I can and I will, Just I have to change my view even I can fly"
I certainly don't regret my experiences because without them,I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.Life is an amazing gift to those who overcome great obstacles,and attitude is everything.The people you decide to surround yourself with,will leave an imprint in your heart,no matter good or bad for the rest of your life.After being picked up and thrown away by all the people who you thought were your friends,it's hard to get back poon your feet and to get you confidence again.
I certainly don't regret my experience because without them, I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.
Opportunity knocks once; Snatch it,"I can and I will".
Challenge, small or big;Face it,"I can and I will".
If bigger things don't happen,let me look for happiness in the small moments,the small occasions,coming by.
Why should I keep waiting for bigger momens?What if they are far away?Will I keep feeling unhappy until then?By thinking these questions to yourself the next thing you tell yourself should be"I can and I will".
Believing in myself, feeling strong,never give up-no matter what the circumstances are ,have made me feel I,m a champion and overcome the dreaded obstacles.on my feelings,be brave to tell the heart:"I am not gonna lose, I will win with all these pains and sorrows". Just let me have a minute and ask myself can I do it,and the answer should be Yes I can and see what I'm capable of doing.I will do my best ;won't ever ever give up.
Let me judge each day not by harvest I reap but by seeds that I plant.
Let my solid persistence change failure into extraordinary achievement.
Let see something positive even in bad situations.Even a stopped clock shows correct time twice a Day..
Like the elephant, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?Failure is part of learning,I would never give up my struggles in life!
Just have a magnanimous heart and try to learn through each experience you got.
No one earlier, no one in future - I would love to be absolutely unique! Let me enjoy that uniqueness. Should I have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else? I am not meant to be like someone else. I do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else. I'm meant to be different.
Just spread your hands, the wings you got and see what you can do,even if you want to fly.....
#wca #wcpp #NG #review
I certainly don't regret my experiences because without them,I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.Life is an amazing gift to those who overcome great obstacles,and attitude is everything.The people you decide to surround yourself with,will leave an imprint in your heart,no matter good or bad for the rest of your life.After being picked up and thrown away by all the people who you thought were your friends,it's hard to get back poon your feet and to get you confidence again.
I certainly don't regret my experience because without them, I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.
Opportunity knocks once; Snatch it,"I can and I will".
Challenge, small or big;Face it,"I can and I will".
If bigger things don't happen,let me look for happiness in the small moments,the small occasions,coming by.
Why should I keep waiting for bigger momens?What if they are far away?Will I keep feeling unhappy until then?By thinking these questions to yourself the next thing you tell yourself should be"I can and I will".
Believing in myself, feeling strong,never give up-no matter what the circumstances are ,have made me feel I,m a champion and overcome the dreaded obstacles.on my feelings,be brave to tell the heart:"I am not gonna lose, I will win with all these pains and sorrows". Just let me have a minute and ask myself can I do it,and the answer should be Yes I can and see what I'm capable of doing.I will do my best ;won't ever ever give up.
Let me judge each day not by harvest I reap but by seeds that I plant.
Let my solid persistence change failure into extraordinary achievement.
Let see something positive even in bad situations.Even a stopped clock shows correct time twice a Day..
Like the elephant, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?Failure is part of learning,I would never give up my struggles in life!
Just have a magnanimous heart and try to learn through each experience you got.
No one earlier, no one in future - I would love to be absolutely unique! Let me enjoy that uniqueness. Should I have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else? I am not meant to be like someone else. I do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else. I'm meant to be different.
Just spread your hands, the wings you got and see what you can do,even if you want to fly.....
#wca #wcpp #NG #review
Her
Ten heartbeats that's how long i have before my lungs give out and i start to sink. Down. down. to the blue abyss that awaits me. I can't say i am scared i knew what i was getting into when i jumped. Yet, my natural instinct crave for air, burn for air, ache for air. A nice change to the cravings i used to have. When death is this close nothing matters anymore. the only thing you want is the next breath, the only thing you hear is the sound of your heart. The thrum of a drum when your heart beats. Eight heartbeats untill i drown. down. down. To the blue abyss that awaits me.
Him
8 more miles before i reach her. My damsel in distress, my fair princess. Racing with very wind, the moving air, my horse gallops sensing my urge. I can't be late, no i can't be late. But i can be lost as it seems. I check the map to be sure but there is only a lake where the road should be. My heart drops and dread slowly creeps up to me. My attention is drawn to the lady in the water. And my heart jumped back to its place. I call out "oh fair lady, where goes the road to the gateless wall" and she pointed to the east, to the junction i missed. I hurry to leave forgetting to thank her. But, see, i can't be late. I have 8 more miles before i reach her.
Her.
Six heartbeats that how long i have before my lungs give....
And he called out to me, my prince in shinning armour, my saviour. It seems he is lost. He is lost. he has lost. He doesn't know his princess is gone. gone. Done. He shouldn't have been late. Yet he doesn't know. And i point to the doorless tower. To her empty chamber that awaits him.
Him
4 more steps till i see her. My damsel, my mistress. And i take them all hastily, rush down into her room. No! no! i can't be late. I couldn't have been late. How can she be gone. I check the room to be sure but she isn't where she said she would be. My heart drops and shatters to bits and the dread takes it place. I can't be late. i couldn't have been late. I will stay here till she comes back.
Her.
Two heartbeats that's how long i have before my lungs give out and i start to drown. Down down to the blue peace that awaits me. To my prince
Him.
1 more bell until the sun sets and i know she is gone. yet, I will stay for thousand years just to be sure. I couldn't have been late, could i.
Her.
Zero heartbeats that's how long..... and i drown. Down. down to the death that awaits me.
Him
I know she is gone yet i look for her in the room. I can't believe i was late. Maybe if i hadn't been lost or hesitated by the lake. Maybe...
Her
He was lost. too bad he didn't stay long here maybe he wouldn't have been late.
Don't tell him i couldn't wait...
Him
I will wait
#review
Ten heartbeats that's how long i have before my lungs give out and i start to sink. Down. down. to the blue abyss that awaits me. I can't say i am scared i knew what i was getting into when i jumped. Yet, my natural instinct crave for air, burn for air, ache for air. A nice change to the cravings i used to have. When death is this close nothing matters anymore. the only thing you want is the next breath, the only thing you hear is the sound of your heart. The thrum of a drum when your heart beats. Eight heartbeats untill i drown. down. down. To the blue abyss that awaits me.
Him
8 more miles before i reach her. My damsel in distress, my fair princess. Racing with very wind, the moving air, my horse gallops sensing my urge. I can't be late, no i can't be late. But i can be lost as it seems. I check the map to be sure but there is only a lake where the road should be. My heart drops and dread slowly creeps up to me. My attention is drawn to the lady in the water. And my heart jumped back to its place. I call out "oh fair lady, where goes the road to the gateless wall" and she pointed to the east, to the junction i missed. I hurry to leave forgetting to thank her. But, see, i can't be late. I have 8 more miles before i reach her.
Her.
Six heartbeats that how long i have before my lungs give....
And he called out to me, my prince in shinning armour, my saviour. It seems he is lost. He is lost. he has lost. He doesn't know his princess is gone. gone. Done. He shouldn't have been late. Yet he doesn't know. And i point to the doorless tower. To her empty chamber that awaits him.
Him
4 more steps till i see her. My damsel, my mistress. And i take them all hastily, rush down into her room. No! no! i can't be late. I couldn't have been late. How can she be gone. I check the room to be sure but she isn't where she said she would be. My heart drops and shatters to bits and the dread takes it place. I can't be late. i couldn't have been late. I will stay here till she comes back.
Her.
Two heartbeats that's how long i have before my lungs give out and i start to drown. Down down to the blue peace that awaits me. To my prince
Him.
1 more bell until the sun sets and i know she is gone. yet, I will stay for thousand years just to be sure. I couldn't have been late, could i.
Her.
Zero heartbeats that's how long..... and i drown. Down. down to the death that awaits me.
Him
I know she is gone yet i look for her in the room. I can't believe i was late. Maybe if i hadn't been lost or hesitated by the lake. Maybe...
Her
He was lost. too bad he didn't stay long here maybe he wouldn't have been late.
Don't tell him i couldn't wait...
Him
I will wait
#review
FEEL AND LOVE IT
It maybe, 2050 in the year and scientifically everything would have been improved but DANCE, it never went out of fashion. Dance is like breath, of our life. We take it seriously, it makes us, the dancers, to make one stand in astonishment while we show off our talents.
The lights focused on the best dancer, she made us feel awe. That's when I felt, to become as like her. But it wasn't that easy. During childhood days we may think big and hope to reach out but we come to know its hardships when we see it seriously.
I had a chance to shine yet a disaster showed up. My ancestors had a similar epidemic like this. I hoped it could go away soon. But it didn’t go away, rather my hopes faded day by day.
And to the core of my worst days, I got captured as I wandered around. They said they would let me go after observing me whether I had that virus or not, by keeping me for a few days.
When I entered the room which was vacated for me, I completely forgot about my dreams. I felt empty. I cooperated with them just to get the hell out of here.
While I was watching the outside world through the glass door from inside a tiny room, I heard a thud on the glass door which was on right to me. It was like a glass window to interact with the other people who are being captured like me and kept on here in another room and it was made for people to not be bored.
I saw a boy in that room who could be the same age as me, he used his hand gestures to ask me why I was all sad.
Even though he's in here, he hasn't lost hopes and he's active as usual which was once I had. He reminds me of myself. I answered him that I don't know.
He tried to get along with me even after I cursed him so many times. Then one day he danced as he was making fun of it, the dance art.
Furious filled in me and I shouted at him, he got shocked and asked why. I remained silent as I didn't know what came into me itself at that second.
A few minutes later I asked him why he was making fun out of precious dance art. He said that he just loves to do it in his way to relieve the stress he had. I didn’t believe him.
We argued about it when I said that dance is a serious art he denied it and said that it was an art which moulds according to the person and it can be defined in various ways for each person.
At last, he gave up. As there was no one, I had to get along with him. Days passed on like water flowing continuously.
Before the last day, he dared me to dance in the way I like and love to. It was a silly game but that changed my whole perspective of thinking.
When I danced freely, that's when I acquired so many energetic feelings, happiness and lots of positive feelings. This made me go on and on and at one point I realised that he was still watching me silently with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled at him as a thank you.
The next day was up quick. We were leaving the place which I once called sick but now I call it divine as he was there and made me realise the most important thing.
Never ever try to do anything just like that as like how one does it. Feel it, love it, get a connection in it and that's when you do one thing like a masterpiece. He taught me that.
We were at the entrance gate. Our eyes sparkled at each other. I said it was great to meet him in here otherwise I would have been dead. He chuckled and said through his eyes that we'll meet again and went on towards the left as I took the right path.
Hopes gradually arose in me and it brought the shine all over the stage focusing on me only just like HER.
#wca #wcpp #review #smitha
It maybe, 2050 in the year and scientifically everything would have been improved but DANCE, it never went out of fashion. Dance is like breath, of our life. We take it seriously, it makes us, the dancers, to make one stand in astonishment while we show off our talents.
The lights focused on the best dancer, she made us feel awe. That's when I felt, to become as like her. But it wasn't that easy. During childhood days we may think big and hope to reach out but we come to know its hardships when we see it seriously.
I had a chance to shine yet a disaster showed up. My ancestors had a similar epidemic like this. I hoped it could go away soon. But it didn’t go away, rather my hopes faded day by day.
And to the core of my worst days, I got captured as I wandered around. They said they would let me go after observing me whether I had that virus or not, by keeping me for a few days.
When I entered the room which was vacated for me, I completely forgot about my dreams. I felt empty. I cooperated with them just to get the hell out of here.
While I was watching the outside world through the glass door from inside a tiny room, I heard a thud on the glass door which was on right to me. It was like a glass window to interact with the other people who are being captured like me and kept on here in another room and it was made for people to not be bored.
I saw a boy in that room who could be the same age as me, he used his hand gestures to ask me why I was all sad.
Even though he's in here, he hasn't lost hopes and he's active as usual which was once I had. He reminds me of myself. I answered him that I don't know.
He tried to get along with me even after I cursed him so many times. Then one day he danced as he was making fun of it, the dance art.
Furious filled in me and I shouted at him, he got shocked and asked why. I remained silent as I didn't know what came into me itself at that second.
A few minutes later I asked him why he was making fun out of precious dance art. He said that he just loves to do it in his way to relieve the stress he had. I didn’t believe him.
We argued about it when I said that dance is a serious art he denied it and said that it was an art which moulds according to the person and it can be defined in various ways for each person.
At last, he gave up. As there was no one, I had to get along with him. Days passed on like water flowing continuously.
Before the last day, he dared me to dance in the way I like and love to. It was a silly game but that changed my whole perspective of thinking.
When I danced freely, that's when I acquired so many energetic feelings, happiness and lots of positive feelings. This made me go on and on and at one point I realised that he was still watching me silently with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled at him as a thank you.
The next day was up quick. We were leaving the place which I once called sick but now I call it divine as he was there and made me realise the most important thing.
Never ever try to do anything just like that as like how one does it. Feel it, love it, get a connection in it and that's when you do one thing like a masterpiece. He taught me that.
We were at the entrance gate. Our eyes sparkled at each other. I said it was great to meet him in here otherwise I would have been dead. He chuckled and said through his eyes that we'll meet again and went on towards the left as I took the right path.
Hopes gradually arose in me and it brought the shine all over the stage focusing on me only just like HER.
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Distress of Surrender
She has fought several wars before this,
But this is a fight everyone will reminisce
Her wings replace the ammunition in this fight,
But she still soars above the populace with all her might
For this fight may take away her bag of bones,
But her ardor is more ferocious than the worst of cyclones
For this fight may take away the affirmation,
It cannot crumble her affection
For this fight may damage her control,
It will never cripple her soul
For this fight may leave her incapable,
It cannot leave her in shambles,
This courage, she has, it’s not meant to holler,
It keeps quiet and grows silently in her heart’s corner
For this fight might try its best to pull her down,
To the deep dark dungeons underground
To cuff her hands with strongest of chains,
And gag her with the clothes as rusty as a crane
But she will still fight to survive,
And she will rise beyond the archetype
Because she is an angel with wings so high and sleek,
This cancer will be the one to face defeat.
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She has fought several wars before this,
But this is a fight everyone will reminisce
Her wings replace the ammunition in this fight,
But she still soars above the populace with all her might
For this fight may take away her bag of bones,
But her ardor is more ferocious than the worst of cyclones
For this fight may take away the affirmation,
It cannot crumble her affection
For this fight may damage her control,
It will never cripple her soul
For this fight may leave her incapable,
It cannot leave her in shambles,
This courage, she has, it’s not meant to holler,
It keeps quiet and grows silently in her heart’s corner
For this fight might try its best to pull her down,
To the deep dark dungeons underground
To cuff her hands with strongest of chains,
And gag her with the clothes as rusty as a crane
But she will still fight to survive,
And she will rise beyond the archetype
Because she is an angel with wings so high and sleek,
This cancer will be the one to face defeat.
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Title: To Ballet Till I Fly
Hair up, tied tight in a knot
Brisk is my walk till I get to my favourite dancing spot
Last I may be, to be chosen to become the prima ballerina
But doubtless and for sure is my show to take me to far off Burma
I may not tango my way to Argentina
Still, a pas de deux with my love is enough to pull me out of this trauma
To Egypt, I may never go
Because my tutu may not really be welcome there, even though I am a pro
"Bravo! Bravo!," the audience bellows
As my whole corps de ballet twirls with the grace of swallows!
Dancing is all I ever wanted,
Pirouetting my way to the life for which I panted
With every dawn, my shadow, in the form of a Bras en couronne
Gives wings to my dream to perform until exhaustion lays me prone
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Hair up, tied tight in a knot
Brisk is my walk till I get to my favourite dancing spot
Last I may be, to be chosen to become the prima ballerina
But doubtless and for sure is my show to take me to far off Burma
I may not tango my way to Argentina
Still, a pas de deux with my love is enough to pull me out of this trauma
To Egypt, I may never go
Because my tutu may not really be welcome there, even though I am a pro
"Bravo! Bravo!," the audience bellows
As my whole corps de ballet twirls with the grace of swallows!
Dancing is all I ever wanted,
Pirouetting my way to the life for which I panted
With every dawn, my shadow, in the form of a Bras en couronne
Gives wings to my dream to perform until exhaustion lays me prone
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
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IF ONLY...
I've cried, I've wailed
And Cursed the day I set my eyes on you
But all is pointless
I can just try
To forget the pain
To make the rain, raining upon my heart to fade away.
It's so hard
I don't even know where to start
'Coz you can't even get mad
For it was my mistakes
I bash my head against the wall
Wishing i could forget her face
She was like a dream
A dream you want stay for ever into
A wish that couldn't be real
If only wishes were horses...
And now the pain is ebbed deep in my heart
Bound on my broken soul
And all it's tearing me apart
Wishing i would have been smart
Wishing i could have seen her intentions from the start
And stop giving my heart a start
How i wish i knew
If only wishes were horses...
I would have bought as many as i would
And everything would have been true
If only...
Written by:
Symon Saich
#modern_romeo#modern_romeo
©2020
IF ONLY...
I've cried, I've wailed
And Cursed the day I set my eyes on you
But all is pointless
I can just try
To forget the pain
To make the rain, raining upon my heart to fade away.
It's so hard
I don't even know where to start
'Coz you can't even get mad
For it was my mistakes
I bash my head against the wall
Wishing i could forget her face
She was like a dream
A dream you want stay for ever into
A wish that couldn't be real
If only wishes were horses...
And now the pain is ebbed deep in my heart
Bound on my broken soul
And all it's tearing me apart
Wishing i would have been smart
Wishing i could have seen her intentions from the start
And stop giving my heart a start
How i wish i knew
If only wishes were horses...
I would have bought as many as i would
And everything would have been true
If only...
Written by:
Symon Saich
#modern_romeo#modern_romeo
©2020