Weekly Poetry

This Page is for updating the poems on weekly basis. I won’t say that these would be the best ones you might read on my site but yeah these do come as my favorites. Happy Reading.

  • Red Leaves|Foundation of Future

    Caress the Earth and know it’s pain

    Bloodshed of war and lives in vain

    Souls tormented and lives astray

    In and on the thoughts dismay

     

    Dirtied deeds, payment proceeds

    Lush green are dreams unseen

     

    All the while struggling ahead

    Rubbers,tires hold the stead

    Supported by tar choked to death

    Cries the Earth to hold it’s head

     

    Lies beneath are proofs of God

    The one we cherish for our support

    Knows his proofs, life at stake

    For each evolution it tends to shape

     

    Dug deep in it’s chest

    Are towers standing high

    Hiding near are slums

    Whose existence might be a lie

     

    Yet, the mother as the purest

    Takes the worst and gives the best

    For the hope is in the wild laugh and smile

    For a greener tomorrow might shine

     

    Learn from red leaves of dead

    And rise high to raise their head

    Change comes when you shall seek

    For strength finds a way in humble and meek

  • Thoughts and Dreams| Poem on Aims

    Perhaps the times change

    Along with the swift days

    Night begin to estrange

    Perhaps the other ways

    Is where the truth lays

     

    In middle of thoughts if being is intact

    Change is outside but essence would act

    Perhaps then one might say

    Paths change but not the way

     

    Dreams are conquered through sheer will

    With the aid of patience of being still

    Tackled hatred and triumph over ego

    Accepting the change and then letting go

     

    Dawns are splendid by sun so bright

    So is true for a moonlit night

     

    Drops of water on thirsty Earth

    Like some fire to a kindling hearth

    Cold but warm, rude but nice

    Honest above rest and also lies

     

    We are led by dreams out of sleep

    We are tested by virtues we could keep

    And yet they are forbidden to few

    Like is sun away from dew

     

    So, whenever we are swayed

    Think of our dreams once beautifully laid

    And trust ourselves before vigor would fade

    For iron might lie in cold for ages

    It’s when you keep striking without wages

    That the end offers to rewrite those iron pages

  • Rise Up| Chances

    Moments of pain,hours of disdain

    Fits of anger, confusions linger

     

    Roams around a mind so vast

    where seconds go slow and hours go fast

    Looking up is for reverie is luxury

    When the paths are same and blurry

     

    Choices go haywire in air

    And thereby flickers the flair

     

    Yet, when one strives against the odds

    Time astonishes and is summoned by lords

    One never knows what may come at moment

    Better be prepared than repent

     

    For chance gone is not someone else’s mistake

    But a disharmony between what you get and what you make

     

    Rise each day for the sun never hides

    It’s the water lying low that has to change the tides

    And once it comes in view

    The rays are enough to create something new

     

    Such are our lives though small but bright

    Begins in darkness and ends in light

     

    You may fall as pre-monsoon shower, without effect

    but it surely warns everyone to be intact

    For something ‘might’ come

    Will it be humongous or is it bum?

    The choice in end, is all yours

    The tree depends on roots for way it matures

     

    Each day brings one closer to the untold

    And every unknown is an opportunity lying in cold

    Learn from past apply in present

    For fate changes second by second, cent by cent

     

  • Change to Rise

    Rolls the tantrum of explosion

    Changes occur, erosion and corrosion

    Dust settles, takes some time

    All in rhythm and some rhyme

     

    Hence the earth, so big and green

    With life, as a gift for hymn

     

    Becomes a place for death and birth

    Becomes a place to compete for dearth

     

    In all the struggles, a home we seek

    a place for fragrance, humble and meek

    A place to laugh, a place to cry

    A place to live, a place to die

     

    Such big our hopes above the sky

    In an attempt we change and try

     

    We fail, we fall

    Yet, wish to stand tall

    Eyes for glory and for pride

    Feet in dirt side by side

     

    Human is to pain

    As pain is to gain

    Without it, success is in vain

     

    Realize your worth

    Rise for hearth

     

    Know your heart

    use your mind

    Fates wait for your start

    All yours to find

  • Humanity Exists

    The sky is same under the sun

    But difference is in the rhythm and hum

    The clouds can be silver and bright

    The same could be as hell’s dark and plight

     

    In the end, the eyes matter

    Look at the buildings’ glow or rubber shatter

     

    Though they grow each day

    The question is which way

    Species human different, yet same

    Each body, a conscience to tame

     

    Failure hits hard, success grins

    when whale flaps to soar in sky, it’s fins

     

    Great thinkers were never too sane

    A mystery unravels when you train

    And hence, we know people so might

    They know you’re your dark and your light

     

    Somewhere a child cries

    Complains about the toys

    Little does he know the lies

    Which founded these joys?

     

    Asks a man, what is world?

    Is it something gifted or something hurled?

    Wars, tension, anxiety and fear

    And burden which shoulders bear

    Yet at the end of eve

    There’s a fantasy we live

     

    That perhaps tomorrow will be better

    Heart’s will be warm and cool the weather

    After all, hope is all that persists

    In a world where humanity exists

  • Eyes of Pen and Paper

    Roll of stone swirls dust

    The particles unclear just like lust

    So little, too easy to ignore

    Same is palpable when grows more

     

    Some other time , the same dust rise

    Different looks via same eyes

    Looks as if struggle has begun

    Will move until it has won

     

    Such are eyes that a poet possess

    To them failure is a shade just as success

     

    Vastness  of our mind remains latent

    With our talent they become blatant

     

    They trigger a feel that feels a chance

    Step up or down in order to enhance

     

    Once under blistering sun, you scorch

    A metal such as heart becomes hot

    Even the line of hands applaud

    Rewrite and strike, become your own god

     

    One who believes is one who does

    Get to work without a fuss

     

    Pen and paper were never separable

    It’s them that you become capable

     

    Seep into the hearts with the art

    Easy is life, struggle is hard

     

    Observe, learn, love and teach

    Only the burden is not to preach

     

    Live a life worth your breathe

    Pious heart, often seethe

     

    Know that changes come when you think

    This world is green and red in a blink

    Rise up to your hearth, this Earth

    Build an attitude to own up your worth

  • Pages Berserk

    Yet the pages glide, gone berserk

    tainted by his own work

    Past shall not change however bad

    But till there is breath there is more to add

    What we lack is the realization that time is enough

    Hardly sufficient so a bit rough

    You have the traits of being an intellect

    The choice is yours to enact

    you are the change you seek

    Grow up and shall you be meek

    Not because grown ups are weak

    But they know your strength is in words you speak

    Look up to a tomorrow full of light

    Just like sun you too are bright

    covered some days by cloud mid flight

    It is your wish who’s rules you wish to abide

    Changes swipe can not change past

    But then there is a hope that could last

    You are not what have failed at while lost

    For pain to change is what they give as cost

  • Know Thyself| Poem on Human History

    A history of martyrdom and freedom entailed

    A journey of men who succeeded and have failed

     

    The lone race to use resource of dirt

    The lone race to wear clothes; pants and shirt

     

    The only ones who value money more

    A piece of paper to fill their store

     

    Along the way increased the standards of living

    Enlightenment entered preachers preached forgiving and giving

     

    Still, the dark clouds of doubt loom

    Development of weapons calls for doom

    The proud gilded history kept aside

    Once battle begins there are no rules to abide

     

    Terror stricken grief bitten goes the fight

    The winner shall decide who was right

     

    So much for the most brained

    At times, better are animals untamed

    They live in herds and seek to gather

    Don’t seek achievement or a hat’s feather

     

    Aeons of lust

    Visible on crust

    We are but dust

    Realization comes first

     

    Know thyself, shall you know the world

    You are your center, stir or be stirred

    Once unstable, you’ll be caught in the mess so curled

    Before that, know when to walk out of the herd

  • Everyone Goes On

    If you find a heap of happiness

    There is a prick of sadness

     

    Everyone has his own hard way

    But have to move, on they can’t stay

     

    Time’s tick n tock keeps going

    We have to be fast it’s risky if slowing

     

    Change in attitude

    Loss of gratitude

     

    Growing up you may say

    All maturing in their way

    Much things grow great

    And some start to decay

     

    Nothing remains the same

    Neither the face nor the fame

     

    Everyone is different

    Some are and some were radiant

     

    This journey has taught me a lot

    Fluctuating my belief in the lord

     

    May be all of us did

    Because back then we never hid

     

    Today we are afraid

    Of life, of career and of dreams once laid

     

    How could i hope of more

    When I can’t afford to ignore

     

    My cult, my passion

    Still I have to go on

    Because, like everyone I have to

    Develop a something called prominent profession

  • Tomorrow Might Not Be|An inspirational Poem

    The soft falling shower

    Seems to come from so far

    I wonder, is it a messenger of a star

     

    It brings the love which was due

    With a fragrance always anew

     

    It embraces it’s affection to the soil

    Making every member of world feel free toil

     

    It’s beautifully intensified voice

    Brings a sparkling fire of rejoice

     

    It travels all the way from that cloud of sky

    Which asks us to always watch high

     

    We are everything but God

    Everything comes under what we can afford

     

    Living life just breathing

    Might make you, for once, easing

     

    But look how short it is

    Compared to each wish

    Just like the shower ends

    There’s a time when you depart from your friends

     

    After a small time, we’ll not be here

    we’ll end the journey from the last stair

     

    Soon’ we’ll be memory

    So will be our kindness and fury

     

    Give your best in now, It’s all you possess

    Tomorrow might not be, and so goes for success

     

    Embrace every beauty, it’s not in water molecules

    Neither it is in sarcastic ridicules

    It’s in the drop of love,affection and peace

    It’s in the hope that hope and happiness shall never cease

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