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DISHEARTENED HEART
Here’s your sorrow and here’s my shoulder
I wanted to hold your hand to create my future
The only thing I fear is people to use your light
I hope whoever picks you from my garden, lives in an eternal night.
Lots of memories of you have been left in this garden,
Believe me, what I have is not a light burden.
I know that my sun will also shine one day,
Be still my sad heart, we will make a way.
I came to the Earth before you,
To make my soul shine a little bit brighter,
And to make rains a little bit louder,
And to scatter the waves of sorrow;
In the end, come to life in your embrace tomorrow
DISHEARTENED HEART
Here’s your sorrow and here’s my shoulder
I wanted to hold your hand to create my future
The only thing I fear is people to use your light
I hope whoever picks you from my garden, lives in an eternal night.
Lots of memories of you have been left in this garden,
Believe me, what I have is not a light burden.
I know that my sun will also shine one day,
Be still my sad heart, we will make a way.
I came to the Earth before you,
To make my soul shine a little bit brighter,
And to make rains a little bit louder,
And to scatter the waves of sorrow;
In the end, come to life in your embrace tomorrow
Bewilderment in the chaos....
Team was set
and plot was met
yet men were mad
in the feeling of sad!,
All were guided
with men of feeble minded!
everything seemed perfect
yet something was imperfect,
None rested
yet none was busy!
still men roamed nosy
in an utter confusion,
All were in a dilemma
of what to do and what not to do;
and none complained
about this feeling of bewilderment
among a big chaos!
Nobody knew what was happening
yet everybody knew something was bothering!
t'was until Mister Been entered;
that things turned normal!
Till then, none knew
how to make jokes!
or how to laugh!
each one took
their own life as serious as it could be,
None knew life was just
an eye blinking moment;
it takes no time
for someone to die
nor somebody to birth,
Yet it takes time
for everyone to realise;
life is short
and it can't be wasted;
with a tough schedule!,
Your reason to be
bewildered in the chaos;
is equal to you not knowing
the meaning of life,
Life is not a tough path
even though it contains thorns and stones;
each moment in life is precious
yet you have to make it precious
and perfect,
When you laugh to silly jokes
and cry to silly reasons;
but act to serious cause
and respond to serious damage;
yet smiles to the arrogant
and ignore the hurting pupils,
You will no longer feel bewildered
among the big chaos;
even though you may be
the solitary sitter!
#review #shortpoem #poetry #lifelessons #aa
Team was set
and plot was met
yet men were mad
in the feeling of sad!,
All were guided
with men of feeble minded!
everything seemed perfect
yet something was imperfect,
None rested
yet none was busy!
still men roamed nosy
in an utter confusion,
All were in a dilemma
of what to do and what not to do;
and none complained
about this feeling of bewilderment
among a big chaos!
Nobody knew what was happening
yet everybody knew something was bothering!
t'was until Mister Been entered;
that things turned normal!
Till then, none knew
how to make jokes!
or how to laugh!
each one took
their own life as serious as it could be,
None knew life was just
an eye blinking moment;
it takes no time
for someone to die
nor somebody to birth,
Yet it takes time
for everyone to realise;
life is short
and it can't be wasted;
with a tough schedule!,
Your reason to be
bewildered in the chaos;
is equal to you not knowing
the meaning of life,
Life is not a tough path
even though it contains thorns and stones;
each moment in life is precious
yet you have to make it precious
and perfect,
When you laugh to silly jokes
and cry to silly reasons;
but act to serious cause
and respond to serious damage;
yet smiles to the arrogant
and ignore the hurting pupils,
You will no longer feel bewildered
among the big chaos;
even though you may be
the solitary sitter!
#review #shortpoem #poetry #lifelessons #aa
Once I had a school life.......
Once I had a school life,
Where I high fived with nuts,
Who were my knives,
Whom I used as body guards!
None of us knew, its value,
Until corona came, to rescue!
School was high,
And friends were sigh!
Rush to toilet,
Only when bell rings after interval!
Rush to canteen,
Only when we don't feel to sit in class!
Playing stone-paper-scissors,
During Friday noon long breaks!
Are all a mere memory now,
Are all a great missing for now!
As bus comes, all run,
When bus stops far ahead, we run,
When bus stops far behind, we run,
When bus starts all of a sudden,
We hang,
Or bang,
To each others bags or shoulders!
Hearing all sorts of swears and wraths!
As bell rings,
And still we hang around the grills,
Principal or class teacher comes running with sticks,
Shouting, ' why aren't you inside the class,
And we sing in a monotone, ' sorry sir!',
When classmates come and tell with a yell,
Do what you wanna do for teacher is busy as hell,
We jump in happiness to all well!
In between the class when teacher shouts,
' O, you! Is this your bed to sleep?',
The sleeping back bencher stands and points,
At himself and say, 'present sir!',
All laugh at once!
When none do homework,
And teacher ask us to get out,
We go out with a witty smile!
On the day of open houses,
All friends mouths,
'All the best!',
In between math classes,
When teacher gives a break for ten minutes,
To freshen our minds from sleepiness,
We rest our head on our benches,
And immediately fall asleep!
When teacher questions who mocked him,
Everyone points at the ones next to him!
When sir say, we will go play to a silent class,
The entire class becomes violent!
When he says , its holiday from next week,
All clasps,
When in home during holidays,
One asks, why isn't the school opening?!
When teacher distributes the exam papers,
All get ready to copy the answers with staplers!
When he asks her for a date,
She accepts him to leave him soon!
When parties arrive,
All strive,
To get the joy,
To eat the sweety cake!
All these are memories,
Which plays a huge disaster,
In this corona time,
School life is something entirely different,
And school mates are something to never miss for,
School teachers are something to weep for now,
For online classes are a big headache now,
And each want their school life and old memories to be backed up
#review #schoollife #aa
Once I had a school life,
Where I high fived with nuts,
Who were my knives,
Whom I used as body guards!
None of us knew, its value,
Until corona came, to rescue!
School was high,
And friends were sigh!
Rush to toilet,
Only when bell rings after interval!
Rush to canteen,
Only when we don't feel to sit in class!
Playing stone-paper-scissors,
During Friday noon long breaks!
Are all a mere memory now,
Are all a great missing for now!
As bus comes, all run,
When bus stops far ahead, we run,
When bus stops far behind, we run,
When bus starts all of a sudden,
We hang,
Or bang,
To each others bags or shoulders!
Hearing all sorts of swears and wraths!
As bell rings,
And still we hang around the grills,
Principal or class teacher comes running with sticks,
Shouting, ' why aren't you inside the class,
And we sing in a monotone, ' sorry sir!',
When classmates come and tell with a yell,
Do what you wanna do for teacher is busy as hell,
We jump in happiness to all well!
In between the class when teacher shouts,
' O, you! Is this your bed to sleep?',
The sleeping back bencher stands and points,
At himself and say, 'present sir!',
All laugh at once!
When none do homework,
And teacher ask us to get out,
We go out with a witty smile!
On the day of open houses,
All friends mouths,
'All the best!',
In between math classes,
When teacher gives a break for ten minutes,
To freshen our minds from sleepiness,
We rest our head on our benches,
And immediately fall asleep!
When teacher questions who mocked him,
Everyone points at the ones next to him!
When sir say, we will go play to a silent class,
The entire class becomes violent!
When he says , its holiday from next week,
All clasps,
When in home during holidays,
One asks, why isn't the school opening?!
When teacher distributes the exam papers,
All get ready to copy the answers with staplers!
When he asks her for a date,
She accepts him to leave him soon!
When parties arrive,
All strive,
To get the joy,
To eat the sweety cake!
All these are memories,
Which plays a huge disaster,
In this corona time,
School life is something entirely different,
And school mates are something to never miss for,
School teachers are something to weep for now,
For online classes are a big headache now,
And each want their school life and old memories to be backed up
#review #schoollife #aa
There lived an ant!....
There lived an ant,
Who wore a pant!,
But lived in a hole,
Made of coal,
Still, all made him into a sand!
#review #aa #limericks #poem #funnypoem
There lived an ant,
Who wore a pant!,
But lived in a hole,
Made of coal,
Still, all made him into a sand!
#review #aa #limericks #poem #funnypoem
Rain, please Rain,
Come, pour like a train,
Shine, taking away my sin,
Help, making arise my chin.
Shower, the blessings of happiness,
Cover, the disaster of sadness,
Wave, to make my smile grow bigger,
Sigh, to make my sigh more lighter.
Rain, come like a wind,
Rain, go like a hint,
Love, come visit me sometimes,
Dear, to make my mind afresh anytime!
#review #rain #poem #aa
Come, pour like a train,
Shine, taking away my sin,
Help, making arise my chin.
Shower, the blessings of happiness,
Cover, the disaster of sadness,
Wave, to make my smile grow bigger,
Sigh, to make my sigh more lighter.
Rain, come like a wind,
Rain, go like a hint,
Love, come visit me sometimes,
Dear, to make my mind afresh anytime!
#review #rain #poem #aa
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TRUTH ABOUT A CANDLE LIGHT
All living beings light candles to recieve light from it or as a part of any rituals. But, mostly in earlier times, people tend to light candles when there is no light available. The yellow light from the candle leads you when you are in dark, helps you read your textbooks when electricity is out and give you warmth. But when current is back, everyone blows out their candles. When there is electricity, no one uses candles. When wind arrives, candles automatically shuts out. What I intend to say is candles are like our trust. We lose it as soon as we earn it. But it stays stagnant for a certain period of time, between the losing and earning. That short moment is what makes the difference. When someone betrays you, your trust in him is gone. When he is always with you in all journeys of your life, you trust him. Trust is like a candle. Keep it on and off. Do not trust everyone you see. Give them some distance, know them well and then trust them.
TRUTH ABOUT A CANDLE LIGHT
All living beings light candles to recieve light from it or as a part of any rituals. But, mostly in earlier times, people tend to light candles when there is no light available. The yellow light from the candle leads you when you are in dark, helps you read your textbooks when electricity is out and give you warmth. But when current is back, everyone blows out their candles. When there is electricity, no one uses candles. When wind arrives, candles automatically shuts out. What I intend to say is candles are like our trust. We lose it as soon as we earn it. But it stays stagnant for a certain period of time, between the losing and earning. That short moment is what makes the difference. When someone betrays you, your trust in him is gone. When he is always with you in all journeys of your life, you trust him. Trust is like a candle. Keep it on and off. Do not trust everyone you see. Give them some distance, know them well and then trust them.
#review #aa #poetry #death
Awaits every minute...
The grim reaper
Awaits at each ones threshold
For that person to open the door,
His list of names
Is what defines ones today or tomorrow
In a world of busy-busies,
He knocks off one
Stealing his soul and breath
Taking to the world of darkness and reality,
Tomorrow maybe you in his list
Today maybe I in his list
Wait for his arrival as a guest in disguise,
Only the good deeds we committed
Can help us through that deadline
But cannot let us escape his hold!
Awaits every minute...
The grim reaper
Awaits at each ones threshold
For that person to open the door,
His list of names
Is what defines ones today or tomorrow
In a world of busy-busies,
He knocks off one
Stealing his soul and breath
Taking to the world of darkness and reality,
Tomorrow maybe you in his list
Today maybe I in his list
Wait for his arrival as a guest in disguise,
Only the good deeds we committed
Can help us through that deadline
But cannot let us escape his hold!