Has your young moon lost it's glitter to gleam ?
Dingy darkness taking it's prolonged way,
Blue and Black , scarlet and Ruby hues bleam,
Cordial wishes and Hopes at it's bay.
Highs and lows , silent muzzled moments between,
Mind at war, but sensitive soul at peace,
Phenomenal turns , twists , sometimes unseen,
Theoretical thoughts , abstract prayers at lease.
Loud yet silent hushes , time , how it plays,
Soon , glitters , the nautical star twinkle,
Eternal Sunshine takes you out of maze,
And silent songs seems playful , lyrical.
Move with tune , maneuver , every minute,
Vow to dire , sky is the only limit
#review
#nandini_thakar
#sonnet
Dingy darkness taking it's prolonged way,
Blue and Black , scarlet and Ruby hues bleam,
Cordial wishes and Hopes at it's bay.
Highs and lows , silent muzzled moments between,
Mind at war, but sensitive soul at peace,
Phenomenal turns , twists , sometimes unseen,
Theoretical thoughts , abstract prayers at lease.
Loud yet silent hushes , time , how it plays,
Soon , glitters , the nautical star twinkle,
Eternal Sunshine takes you out of maze,
And silent songs seems playful , lyrical.
Move with tune , maneuver , every minute,
Vow to dire , sky is the only limit
#review
#nandini_thakar
#sonnet
#review #poetry #loftymuse
Goodnight
Goodnight chickens
Goodnight numbers
I'll count you all again
In the morning
And if it was any wonder of yours
It was mine too
Still
I chose to slumber
To find my rest
No pillow
No breast
Only solitude to console me
And so
And so again I would go
A far away place
Not in space
Or time
Though it helps
To be alone
Like the ones who
So desperately crave
To be alone
But first
To find someone
To be alone with
This search that drives
So many around the bend
It must be like the Truth
To know anything at all
You must begin by forgetting
Everything
So everything can find you
In the End
Goodnight
Goodnight chickens
Goodnight numbers
I'll count you all again
In the morning
And if it was any wonder of yours
It was mine too
Still
I chose to slumber
To find my rest
No pillow
No breast
Only solitude to console me
And so
And so again I would go
A far away place
Not in space
Or time
Though it helps
To be alone
Like the ones who
So desperately crave
To be alone
But first
To find someone
To be alone with
This search that drives
So many around the bend
It must be like the Truth
To know anything at all
You must begin by forgetting
Everything
So everything can find you
In the End
When the mill runs ,
The crowds flock to it
To get their share,
And to share it with their kin.
One found a fly,
The other cried it was stone not flour,
Now the crowd is empty,
Guessing that’s the end of the mill.
#review
The crowds flock to it
To get their share,
And to share it with their kin.
One found a fly,
The other cried it was stone not flour,
Now the crowd is empty,
Guessing that’s the end of the mill.
#review
RandomnessRandomness
Still remember the day we met.
My heart was saying all these things.
It never meant.
As I was watching you, I was dying in your debt.
Those black earrings,
Killing me like a cigerrate,
You were sitting in that cafe.
Drinking your coffee sip by sip,
Ignoring the redness on the cup and my cheeks, due to your lips.
#review#review
#asthir#asthir
Still remember the day we met.
My heart was saying all these things.
It never meant.
As I was watching you, I was dying in your debt.
Those black earrings,
Killing me like a cigerrate,
You were sitting in that cafe.
Drinking your coffee sip by sip,
Ignoring the redness on the cup and my cheeks, due to your lips.
#review#review
#asthir#asthir
Waking up in the morning
To the freshly brewed aroma
Drawing the curtains
To invite the bliss around
Blinded by the shining sun
Deftly chasing away the darkness in and out
Musing about the day before
Dreaming about the one ahead
I relish in the flush of daylight
Weaving it's path in all it's rite
#review
#pooj
To the freshly brewed aroma
Drawing the curtains
To invite the bliss around
Blinded by the shining sun
Deftly chasing away the darkness in and out
Musing about the day before
Dreaming about the one ahead
I relish in the flush of daylight
Weaving it's path in all it's rite
#review
#pooj
[Untitled]
If I could take your hand
Steal you away and elope
To a life filled with dreams and hopes
Darling you know I would.
If I could follow you around
Even if in circles we go round and round
Darling you know I would.
If I could take you on a cruise
On an infinite ocean of the universe
Darling we could live peacefully
Because amongst the stars is a wonderful place to be.
#review #salonikulkarni #poetry
If I could take your hand
Steal you away and elope
To a life filled with dreams and hopes
Darling you know I would.
If I could follow you around
Even if in circles we go round and round
Darling you know I would.
If I could take you on a cruise
On an infinite ocean of the universe
Darling we could live peacefully
Because amongst the stars is a wonderful place to be.
#review #salonikulkarni #poetry
[Randomness]
Still remember the day we met.
My heart was saying all these things.
It never meant.
#review #asthit #poetry
As I was watching you, I was dying in your debt.
Those black earrings,
Killing me like a cigerrate,
You were sitting in that cafe.
Drinking your coffee sip by sip,
Ignoring the redness on the cup and my cheeks, due to your lips.
Still remember the day we met.
My heart was saying all these things.
It never meant.
#review #asthit #poetry
As I was watching you, I was dying in your debt.
Those black earrings,
Killing me like a cigerrate,
You were sitting in that cafe.
Drinking your coffee sip by sip,
Ignoring the redness on the cup and my cheeks, due to your lips.
[Randomness]
Still remember the day we met.
My heart was saying all these things.
It never meant.
As I was watching you, I was dying in your debt.
Those black earrings,
Killing me like a cigerrate,
You were sitting in that cafe.
Drinking your coffee sip by sip,
Ignoring the redness on the cup and my cheeks, due to your lips.
(Had to repost this, as it was deleted by bot :/ )
#poetry #review #asthir
Still remember the day we met.
My heart was saying all these things.
It never meant.
As I was watching you, I was dying in your debt.
Those black earrings,
Killing me like a cigerrate,
You were sitting in that cafe.
Drinking your coffee sip by sip,
Ignoring the redness on the cup and my cheeks, due to your lips.
(Had to repost this, as it was deleted by bot :/ )
#poetry #review #asthir
Łøve øf mÿ lìfe
You're the absolute perfection with much to commend,
With utterly no flaws in u there's nothing to amend.
I'd hand over the world my resignation,
Staying in your arms would be my only designation.
That angelic beauty,that great charm to which no one could resist,
Such the addiction which continues to exist.
The rare gem which only few deserved,
Glad to have got it which needs to be preserved.
Love wasn't my thing until I found u and started it to embrace,
You're the one on whom I could rely upon for solace.
Wish to have u along with me in my every single birth,
To me such is your worth.
Wish to give u happiness of my part,
Not possible to stay even for a second from u apart.
#review #San #poetry
You're the absolute perfection with much to commend,
With utterly no flaws in u there's nothing to amend.
I'd hand over the world my resignation,
Staying in your arms would be my only designation.
That angelic beauty,that great charm to which no one could resist,
Such the addiction which continues to exist.
The rare gem which only few deserved,
Glad to have got it which needs to be preserved.
Love wasn't my thing until I found u and started it to embrace,
You're the one on whom I could rely upon for solace.
Wish to have u along with me in my every single birth,
To me such is your worth.
Wish to give u happiness of my part,
Not possible to stay even for a second from u apart.
#review #San #poetry
{My last poetry}
she said to me ,
"why don't you write anything for me? "
" we are friends na thats why," I said smirking.
That was 3 weeks before i told her how i felt for her.
She said no.
I felt something different,
I...felt like crying,
Uh..those tears..
Broken, sad started writing for her..
Without her..
Wrote about her hairs,
Maybe she still cares?
Wrote about her eyes,
Oh those little lies,
Wrote about her lips,
Deleted our clips from school trips,
Wrote about her smile,
It's been a while,
Then after some years ,
She saw me through the window of social media,
Broken me posting sad poetry,
Only if i could undo,
Loving she asked
"you write so well, but for who?"
#review #asthir #poetry
she said to me ,
"why don't you write anything for me? "
" we are friends na thats why," I said smirking.
That was 3 weeks before i told her how i felt for her.
She said no.
I felt something different,
I...felt like crying,
Uh..those tears..
Broken, sad started writing for her..
Without her..
Wrote about her hairs,
Maybe she still cares?
Wrote about her eyes,
Oh those little lies,
Wrote about her lips,
Deleted our clips from school trips,
Wrote about her smile,
It's been a while,
Then after some years ,
She saw me through the window of social media,
Broken me posting sad poetry,
Only if i could undo,
Loving she asked
"you write so well, but for who?"
#review #asthir #poetry
{My last song}
she said to me ,
"why don't you write anything for me? "
" we are friends na thats why," I said smirking.
That was 3 weeks before i told her how i felt for her.
She said no.
I felt something different,
I...felt like crying,
Uh..those tears..
Broken, sad started writing for her..
Without her..
Wrote about her hairs,
Maybe she still cares?
Wrote about her eyes,
Oh those little lies,
Wrote about her lips,
Deleted our clips from school trips,
Wrote about her smile,
It's been a while,
Then after some years ,
She saw me through the window of social media,
Broken me posting sad poetry,
Only if i could undo,
Loving she asked
"you write so well, but for who?"
#review #asthir #poetry
she said to me ,
"why don't you write anything for me? "
" we are friends na thats why," I said smirking.
That was 3 weeks before i told her how i felt for her.
She said no.
I felt something different,
I...felt like crying,
Uh..those tears..
Broken, sad started writing for her..
Without her..
Wrote about her hairs,
Maybe she still cares?
Wrote about her eyes,
Oh those little lies,
Wrote about her lips,
Deleted our clips from school trips,
Wrote about her smile,
It's been a while,
Then after some years ,
She saw me through the window of social media,
Broken me posting sad poetry,
Only if i could undo,
Loving she asked
"you write so well, but for who?"
#review #asthir #poetry
{My last song}
she said to me ,
"why don't you write anything for me?"
" we are friends na thats why," i said
That was 3 weeks before i told her how i felt for her.
She said no.
I felt something different,
I...felt like crying, tearing me apart
Uh..those tears..
Broken, sad , started writing for her..
Without her..
Wrote about her hairs,
Maybe she still cares?
Wrote about her eyes,
Oh those little lies,
Wrote about her lips,
Deleted our clips from school trips,
Wrote about her smile,
It's been a while,
Then after some years ,
She saw me through the window of social media,
Broken me posting sad poetry,
Only if i could undo,
Loving she asked
"you write so well, but for who?"
(Fictional)
#review #poetry #asthir
she said to me ,
"why don't you write anything for me?"
" we are friends na thats why," i said
That was 3 weeks before i told her how i felt for her.
She said no.
I felt something different,
I...felt like crying, tearing me apart
Uh..those tears..
Broken, sad , started writing for her..
Without her..
Wrote about her hairs,
Maybe she still cares?
Wrote about her eyes,
Oh those little lies,
Wrote about her lips,
Deleted our clips from school trips,
Wrote about her smile,
It's been a while,
Then after some years ,
She saw me through the window of social media,
Broken me posting sad poetry,
Only if i could undo,
Loving she asked
"you write so well, but for who?"
(Fictional)
#review #poetry #asthir
[You]
Where are you?
Ive been following your trail,
Remember that tattoo?
You showed me , just like a tale,
There are people around me but few,
You hiding behind my heart's curtain,
Your cheeks glowing with redness hue,
Is this a fairy-tale?
Cause i know its not true.Where are you?
Ive been following your trail,
Remember that tattoo?
You showed me , just like a tale,
There are people around me but few,
You hiding behind my heart's curtain,
Your cheeks glowing with redness hue,
Is this a fairy-tale?
Cause i know its not true.
#review #asthir #poetry
Where are you?
Ive been following your trail,
Remember that tattoo?
You showed me , just like a tale,
There are people around me but few,
You hiding behind my heart's curtain,
Your cheeks glowing with redness hue,
Is this a fairy-tale?
Cause i know its not true.Where are you?
Ive been following your trail,
Remember that tattoo?
You showed me , just like a tale,
There are people around me but few,
You hiding behind my heart's curtain,
Your cheeks glowing with redness hue,
Is this a fairy-tale?
Cause i know its not true.
#review #asthir #poetry
SWEET MORNING HUSH
Out of the suffocating crowd,
When I'm all alone at last.
I put off everything I wore for the world,
My clothes and my mask.
I look at the mirror on my bathroom wall,
I find myself all alone,
Lying with my mind at ease,
On the cold bathroom floor.
I look at my reflection painted on the mirror,
Utterly beautiful yet so painful.
My eyes filled with pouring grace,
That's healing yet baneful.
I run my fingers through my short hair,
And then to my high held neck.
I look at the eternal womanly beauty,
Residing on my flesh.
I looked at the stars like marks on my back,
My own beautiful constellation.
You might have not seen them,
Actually, they don't like much invasion.
My sight melts down to my legs,
Long, symmetric and freshly shaved.
Yet some wounds on them appear so clear,
Like memories peeking out that earlier encaved.
And as I caress my legs my focus,
Suddenly shifts on my left arm,
That have beautiful parallel lines engraved,
Possessing an unignorable charm.
And I sit there in complete silence,
Hearing the voices inside my head,
Admiring the womanly beauty I've got,
On both sides of my flesh,
The morning light barges in from the little window,
Making my pinks and browns of my skin glow,
Reminding me I have to put the clothes and masks again.
It's morning so it's time to go.
#review
#mans
Out of the suffocating crowd,
When I'm all alone at last.
I put off everything I wore for the world,
My clothes and my mask.
I look at the mirror on my bathroom wall,
I find myself all alone,
Lying with my mind at ease,
On the cold bathroom floor.
I look at my reflection painted on the mirror,
Utterly beautiful yet so painful.
My eyes filled with pouring grace,
That's healing yet baneful.
I run my fingers through my short hair,
And then to my high held neck.
I look at the eternal womanly beauty,
Residing on my flesh.
I looked at the stars like marks on my back,
My own beautiful constellation.
You might have not seen them,
Actually, they don't like much invasion.
My sight melts down to my legs,
Long, symmetric and freshly shaved.
Yet some wounds on them appear so clear,
Like memories peeking out that earlier encaved.
And as I caress my legs my focus,
Suddenly shifts on my left arm,
That have beautiful parallel lines engraved,
Possessing an unignorable charm.
And I sit there in complete silence,
Hearing the voices inside my head,
Admiring the womanly beauty I've got,
On both sides of my flesh,
The morning light barges in from the little window,
Making my pinks and browns of my skin glow,
Reminding me I have to put the clothes and masks again.
It's morning so it's time to go.
#review
#mans
#review
Resurrection
I am dead
Cut down by their sharpened saw
Through my silent pleas they hacked me raw
Punished me without a flaw
I offered them flowers and juicy fruit
But they resorted to violent brute
Causing me agony and pain acute
But my roots are deep and hurt they are not
My seeds spread and eventually sprout
Tiny shoots and a trunk stout
And I am alive.
#poem #ranjiwrites
Resurrection
I am dead
Cut down by their sharpened saw
Through my silent pleas they hacked me raw
Punished me without a flaw
I offered them flowers and juicy fruit
But they resorted to violent brute
Causing me agony and pain acute
But my roots are deep and hurt they are not
My seeds spread and eventually sprout
Tiny shoots and a trunk stout
And I am alive.
#poem #ranjiwrites
The Heroes of two homes
In Their Eyes--
Lie two homes--
One-- to say goodbye--
And one to hum--
"The Last Post"
With every boot mark--
The Sirens sing--
With each drop--
Of the red wine--
A poppy grows
With a weary smile--
They saw the sunset glow--
Fallen-- never broken--
The Heroes--
Of two homes
(An old work)
#review #Sbh #poetry
In Their Eyes--
Lie two homes--
One-- to say goodbye--
And one to hum--
"The Last Post"
With every boot mark--
The Sirens sing--
With each drop--
Of the red wine--
A poppy grows
With a weary smile--
They saw the sunset glow--
Fallen-- never broken--
The Heroes--
Of two homes
(An old work)
#review #Sbh #poetry