We fill pages with enchanting ink To weave a story of our dreams, Testing every device and trick, Loading the river of glory to the brim.
We crave a hard day's work, An honest trudge till the end. But it's so human of us to reckon That there's treasure where there's a hunt.
We persevere as we parry blows Dealt by nemeses and allies alike Thinking that one day, we shall greet Satiety and gail with grins wide.
Alas, there's no yield after the sowing, No victory despite the sweat we shed. That's when a darkness crawls within- A pulsating fear that we'll never win.
The fear consumes us whole But we shake out of its hold Enough to find our feet again And to go all in one more time.
Girdled by doubts, we still believe That we'll keep fighting at the forefront For it's so human of us to reckon That there's treasure where there's a hunt. ~Nikki Mehta °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° For times when you feel "I can do this all day". #mettle#resilience#pod
Some unknowable , unseen , unrealistic and mystic fog , gigantic , with all its arsenal , of Gray it appears ready , to engulf , perpetually , this civilization and its very dwelling , either masked or not-so-masked
And Some tyrant , invisibly though , seems moving out there , like some psycho bloom is being replaced by gloom , a pathetic typo
This tyrant , he appears in no mood whatsoever to finish his avatar , his job moreover he seems to be enjoying the death-frightened untidily running mob and seems to be planning more and more debacles out of those waylaid obstacles
Efforts , though to resist , to battle out , to save livingness they're on , on a war-footage but the graphs , keep intensifying registering some more pertinent damage despite every cognisance there are no immediate signs , of leverage
This is the time my mind , it's not agile for that every rhyme and it always is overpowered by the infighting to abide by or just to shove off the masking for , now it too seems to be fed up of all the charismatic and glamorous multitasking
It's again , the same ageless dilemma of , to be or not to be rather , to find some newer clue or to adopt , a more subtle , point of view rather , to move away , more hastily or , to diffuse this attack , permanently and nastily
For , imaginations , they are acquiring some attires , of ghosts mindsets are blackening , like some overbaked toasts , this situation , it is something like , SOS urgency , to restore Life , back to its track , with all the nescient vibrancy
For , in a symphony , every drummer , he has to maintain the rhythm in tandom with the rest of the band , likewise, despite every cacophony, it's time , to sustain , to prevail and to survive walking hand in hand
Those asphalt jungles and the airs , sterile yet vicious graying mirages , that keep converging on the mind subconscious that every dazzlingly candescent charm and the heavenly glitter that are always enacting as if to subdue , some unseen clutter Just , bid me farewell in that backdrop , of luxuries , that for me , didn't actually matter
For , neither the greens , and nor those solemnly platonic blues of your newfangled dwellings , aren't compatible enough to treat me , my hues for , nowadays , my proses , they seem to be shadowed by that greyish black cloud your stigma attacks even my poesies , that aren't allowed to be read aloud Better , bid me farewell , in that epochs , of glisteningly dull illusions , of my every emotion , of my words , of each letter
You needn't worry , for , I'll still be navigating , despite obstacles waylaid , towards reigning my own realm amidst all those echoes , of those silently chaotic whispers , beyond the audacity , I'll still be searching for some pristine calm for , as You know , I never permitted myself , to believe , in that dubious plethora , of love-lines on the palm So , bid me farewell , in that every situation , wherein , destinies and luck , a bit , they tend to matter
// Bid me farewell with all my unedited and unsung songs //
// Bid me farewell with all my unabated and undone wrongs //
// Bid me farewell with all my follies, of Love , that stood but a clue //
// Bid me farewell with a liberty for You to approach changed view //
// Bid me farewell with those romances , under those lagoons blue //
// Bid me farewell with(out) worries for me and sans doubts , a few //
// Bid me farewell with that phoenix in me , that'd rise again , from ashes these , alive , vivid and anew //
// Bid me farewell with all my aspirations , to take some birth again with that every satisfaction , of this one too wasn't in vain //