Blackout
Scars
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By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
To Return my honor
let's feel to that moan of mine who snatched away The heat of my life . Heat :- respect - respect that day was very beautiful In the sunlight across Saryu The water was as bright as glass I was passing with Phulwari There was silence near the banks of Saryu Damru in my hand Damru:- glass bangles Phulwari had anklets on her feet . Anklets:- Payal Phulwari spoke intermittently see yourself in this It seems that you are looking Monalisa in this water on this side of Saryu with a slight smile And we were walking with great enthusiasm - in the pace of Mridang. Did not know A pack of wolves is waiting for us To speak in the name of human beings Couldn't understand anything sudden darkness in the eyes some time passed When we open our eyes we The trick of wolves across Saryu - home the hunger of lust fell upon us we rebelled but he too vechal Vechal :- Failure Phulwari screamed for some time but soon it was destroyed the fire of lust for him I kept looking in agony Turn-2 To the lustful ways of the wolves some time passed And I also started walking towards unconsciousness. I don't know how much time has passed when the eyes open I am on my father's lap looked around So everyone's anger is at its peak I asked where the flower garden is. father's throat was sore where suddenly Flowers are on the fire of worry everything was wrapped up quickly Dont know why ? Maybe now we have become a burden on family and society but i want to ask What's wrong? Our it was those wolves' fault But now the punishment is also our crime I keep thinking about it I will fight for my honor I will bring those wolves on a leash and tie them on the doorstep of prisons But questions still remain on that deck Will family and society see me the same way? Like he used to look at me in the times before that day And the fight is still very long To return to that honor of mine...
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
A reminder for the rest of the year
I hope you have experienced moments that bewildered the light in you, I hope in the moments of darkness, you have held onto the hand of sanguinity. In the moments where you wanted to cry, I hope you have sobbed your heart out over whatever makes you sad, in the atrocities of time and the beauty of life, I hope you had your moments of celebrating the beauty of you and the growth you have embraced. To have moments of doubt and regret for not being able to achieve what you desired to achieve, mourn over who you were, and embrace the joy of who you are and the light that you are about to step into.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
The Silent Resilience
The Silent Resilience I often talk about the resilience and strength that lies within us to be the best version of ourselves everyday. The growth that envisions the dreams we embody, and the manifestations we yearn for to come true. All of them are reflections of how the world within us forges itself, whether we are at peace with ourselves or our existence belies in the chaos of being alive.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
