What to Believe in?
The Eyes that see them.
The Ear that hear them.
Or the Gut feeling that you get about it?
©succomber
#astray
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Look!!my quest for you led me astray.
Now I am a Wanderer...
©weirdowriter -
jaiswal_priya 21w
बेटियाँ
वह रोई होगी वह तड़पी भी होगी
पर तूने उसकी एक ना सुनी
वह सहमी होगी वह डरी भी होगी
पर तूझे उसकी पुकार ना दिखी
तूने उसकी आत्मचीत्कार ना सुनी
तू इंसान है या हैवान कोई
ना बच्ची को ना लड़की को
ना औरत को ना नवजात को
किसी को तूने ना बख्शा
सब की रूह से खेल गया
खुदा भी आज शर्मसार है
बेटियां आज लाचार हैं
तेरी हवस की हैवानियत को देखकर
इंसानियत भी बेज़ार है
समाज आज शर्मसार है
गलती तेरी होती है
गुनाह तूने किया है
पर इल्जाम इस समाज ने
बेटी को ही क्यों दिया है
बेगुनाह को गुनहगार बना दिया है
एक बार तूने उसकी आबरू से खेला
दूजी बार समाज ने रौंदा
तीसरी बार सरकार ने कुछ ना किया
चौथी बार मीडिया ने उछाल दिया
और पांचवी बार वह आत्महत्या कर बैठी
कब तक बेटियां सहेंगी
कब तक बेटियां चुप रहेंगीं
अब और ना चुप रहना है
पुरजोर विरोध करना है
बेटियों को आजाद करना है
बेटियों को उन्मुक्त करना है
©jaiswal_priya -
Life
Life is full of joys and sorrows
It starts with joys and ends with sorrows.
©little_lovepoems -
Happy Teacher's Day
Dear teacher's
Thanks a lot for making us what we are today.
©little_lovepoems -
"You led everyone astray, yet my heart still followed."
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go_win_the_hearts 25w
Ode to Lata ji
#mellifluousc #astray
//नाम गुम जायेगा, चेहरा ये बदल जायेगा
मेरी आवाज़ ही, पहचान है
गर याद रहे.....//
"All names will go astray,
visages will be altered
My voice is my identity, if remembered."
My Old Murphy Radio would sing antiques
late in the night.
I heard it faintly when half asleep.
Ahh! a grave voice would announce,
"THIS IS ALL INDIA RADIO
and You are listening to Vividh Bharti* and
this is CHHAYA GEET* your favourite."
My Father would add more volume.
One after another all mellifluous numbers
led me to my dreamy comatose world.
Deep colourful canvas of alluring sights
would dance in the background.
LATA, the queen of melody
magical her dulcet notes
quite reminiscent of Cuckoo in the Mango bough.
I just grew up listening to the harmony,
the symphony of Dear singing wizard.
For her religion is music
knew no bound
here to there quite familiar.
Indeed,
Her voice is her identity
that echoes young all glees and melancholy.
Oh Queen of melody!
Dear mistress of tranquility
here rings your sizzling songs till the Doomsday.
Yeah,
The whole universe will be mad like me
after your heart elating numbers,
endless melody.
Indeed,
Your voice is your identity.
©gövìnd°
3rd September, 2020
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Glossary:
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LATA: who doesn't know Lata Mangeskar, the Goddess of Indian music.
VIVIDH BHARTI: The famous Musical Radio Service in India.
CHHAYA GEET: A Popular music programme in Vividh Bharti.
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#writersbay #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod
@writersnetwork @writersbay @mirakee
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Image credit to Printrest.
___________________________________________________Ode to Lata !
©gövìnd° -
A s t r a y
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Why is my mind going astray
when I want to display
my passion in a poetic way.
Why is my mind going astray
when I try to write a play
disturbing me in every way.
I took a break to
drive away my apprehension
My entangled thoughts now in array
enabling me to pen my passion
in a very calm and clear way.
©sproutedseeds
02.09.20 -
ashamurali 25w
Here is the story of a woman who is an accountant by day and author by night. Word prompt being "astray"
#astray #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersbay @writersnetwork #pod #dadigotyourbackWoman gone astray
Poetry and prose is what she loved,
Immersing in sonnets and ballad,
Daddy wanted her to learn accounts,
Calculate, inspect, audit and count.
She wanted to romance the rhymes ,
Observing life's nuances fulltime.
He gave her balance sheet to analyse,
And the company’s profits to realise.
Not for her the numbers monotony,
She loved the magic of essays many,
Hating the most exhausting “excel”
Oh! Did she love the wonderful "word"
Dreams may have their place,
Reality is what we are forced to face!
Dad told her a job is the need of the day,
And do you think words will ever pay?
Her pleas were never taken into account,
Alas! She was forced to marry accounts.
Her first love, lyrics, however lured her,
No one will ever know, he assured her,
Lets keep our love a topmost secret,
Don’t let anyone know about it yet.
Thus started her journey of double life,
Word’s lover and an accountant’s wife!
Satisfying accounts all through the day,
When in darkness, word has his way.
One fills her pocket with money to spend,
The other fills her with joys that transcend,
One makes her work without a pause,
The other has her addicted to applause.
One ensures that she is nameless,
The other gives her a name no less.
Is it strange, that she lives this way?
Is she the woman who has gone astray?
©ashamurali -
unquiet_spirit 25w
War
By fantansy
A bit astray
They were led
Which slew the pure for
Pure bloods to shed
From devil's smile
Apparently an angel bloomed
Their realm collapsed
And Witnessed doom
Unspoken words
Their tongue awaits
The citadel , survives no more
Once Burgeoned with smiles
And Exhilaration,
Now a vacant store
Broken strings wavering in sky
Yet ambitious
To reach high and fly
But so hollow and fragile
Delicate and void of hue
With Lost virtues
Amidst chaos
Ephialtes and blind vision
Overcasting days with
Sophisticated ammunition
Flowers bloomed to
Die again
Repeated itself
For recurrent pain
A conflict within
Made pen like swords
Ink oozes out from veins
For bloods enough
Had been poured
Rapport 'tween
Solitude and melancholy
Their heart awaits
For our tongue to speak
But Our tongue awaits
Unspoken words
In our hearts, concealed
MAHWISH MALLICK
©unquiet_spirit
#pen #pod #astray #mirakee #writersnetwork #soulwriterFlowers bloomed to
Die again
Repeated itself
For recurrent pain
A conflict within
Made pen like swords
Ink oozes out from veins
For blood enough
Had been poured
©unquiet_spirit -
Choice
A little girl wrote me a letter
Beginning with Dear Melanie,ending with yours truly Davina
With words dancing on the page she wrote:
I and Mama miss you a whole lot.
My heart broke,sadness filled my soul
My journey was futile but I couldn't go home
I was consumed with needing to prove myself
My mind was set on following my choice
I was deaf to whatever spoke
I intend to keep going this way
Even if the path is astray
I'm sorry Vee
I'm doing this for me
©a_weirdo -
dipsisri 25w
UNTITLED
The first thing which is running into your mind just after reading the title is must be that why is this "untitled"?
So let me tell y'all that the feelings and emotions which I am going to tell you is also "untold and unknown". Basically the feelings of teens,in the days of being a teenager they hide their feelings from their parents and rarely from friends also.If you'll look at their behaviour scientifically you can say that their mood swings, continuously changing emotions is all result of hormonal actions and puberty.They get trapped in their own cage.They get confused in their own feelings and they don't even want to tell this to anyone.Teenager is the most fragile stage of life.So,What they truly need is a deep heart to heart ❤ conversation.A short term conversation but touching.They need true guidance.So let them learn from their mistakes.#teenfiction ❣
©dipsisri -
सच
आज मास्क लगाकर थक गए लोग
जो कभी औरत को पल्लू में रहने को बोलते थे
©little_lovepoems -
जिंदगी गुनगुना रही हैं।
एक हलचल सी शोर मचा रही हैं।
ना जाने कितनी तमन्नाएं लिए ।
ये जिंदगी मुझे बुला रही हैं।
©sanguinstic_soul_immy -
inkinitdown 25w
Just smile
When you kneeled down,
Made me a part of your heart,so fragile,
It made my soul smile,
When you first kissed me,
Every part of my body was in a mystical ecstasy,
Your mere thought,
Made me smile,
When you left me greif-stricken,
Not wanting to believe it anyway,
It led me to astray,
My heart smirked,
"grin smile from ear to ear,
cause he doest care."
You had me forever,
But I believe,
Nothing lasts whatsoever.
©inkinitdown -
anitha 26w
There are few wrong turns , few diversions ~ one can always learn and tread in the correct direction towards your destination.
#mirake #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #astrayGoing astray in the woods
is expected
Then , why not in life ?!
©anitha -
free_elf 26w
Just be determined about your dreams and keep moving.
Your path will be automatically created
Even if you will astray from it.
#Mondaymantras #astray @writersnetworkEven after astraying in their path, the flowing water reaches their destination
©ritiiii -
Life is a muse ;
To the poetries flowing astray
In the waters of sweet smiles and
painful cries.
A jingle ;
To the lyrics of gaiety and
heartbreaks.
©purple_ -
Astray
Life is too short to go astray
Keep your focus dear
there are many out there
Who might betray
©japsjk -
Astray
Was it your voice which led me astray
Or was it your eyes which led me to think you had gone away
That the early morning dew sitting in a field of snapdragons was okay
Or was it the calm cool breeze rippling on the sea today
Or as i continued in my funk of forlorn
Was it the clamorous motherbird chirping incessantly at her young chicks
To come home for their breakfast this morn
Or is it the heavy tractor trailer
Urgently on a deadline bleating its horn
Like a ticking grandfather clock
Tick Tock Tick Tock
I've yet to hear my heart stop
And fade away the memories in a instant chopped
©bklyn464