You see the sky But You ever feel the sky? Charmingly blue, Selflessly spreading It's shine, It's brightness To all those who feel it.
You see the rose But You ever feel the rose? I always think That its thorn loves The petals More than anything . As if they never want The petals to distort And They form a barrier to All those who plucks the rose.
You see the ocean But You ever feel the ocean? It's tides as if Are in love with the Depth of the ocean. Always crawling on its bed So as to protect the depths Of the ocean.
One fine evening, Reading a book And listening to music, I observed My mom cooking something, The smell attracted me And I started craving. I went pursuing the smell And I see Something is being made for me Or for any other member but ya Something is being made.
"Mumma what's for me ?" My eyes spoke filled with glitter. "Nothing special beta! Just the rotis." My eyes glittered even more. With it was mango pickle made by My dearest grandmother. I took a plate from the rack And Got a roti and some pickle. Those phulkas were so round, Were so hot And so mouthwatering that I even did not crave For mac n cheese the way I craved For that roti and pickle.
After all it's the food by mom. Something magical is carried By Mom's hand that makes All the food delicious. That's what I miss the most. Mom's food.
I'll never crave for Mac n cheese the way I crave for rotis and pickle.
Oh the baby! The baby! Oh yes look down, The Earth's More than 5 feets apart. But ya still Holding that smile; The baby conveys All about Love, Trust, Companionship For the dad. That's what I call family! No looking down, Still shining. No trust issues And Always believing. No barriers And Only purest bonds. That's what I call A family.
Get me a life, Oh hell! I'm screaming With anxiety Filling up My soul. I'm feeling To cry out loud To pour All my regrets Into tears. I'm choking With my nose Unable to Inhale And my lungs Unable to Respire. Life is tough, Life is a burden Carrying all Those regrets And anxiety Filling up your mind And your soul. But what to learn Is Those tears Gonna dry someday. Lungs will be able to Work someday. Soul will be filled with Glitter Someday. Trust the process and You'll shine Someday.
At 10:29 pm In the lane number nine That "Coffee Point" No one was there Except that waiter boy I told him for a cold coffee He did hesitate and went inside But after ten minutes he came with a cup I looked at the azure sky Saw those clouds But they were not black But I wished for rain that I would enjoy before my death with this cold coffee But the crazy weather shilly-shallied I thought "That cold ain't the weather That's death approaching" I was wondering how the death king would come Might be with his buffalo Might be with his probationers I paused on my thoughts when I listened "Be afraid, be very afraid" But I wanted to laugh I controlled but after two minutes I laughed I couldn't ! That waiter boy was looking at me with a different gaze But me, my thoughts & the cold coffee didn't bother I looked at those twinkling stars and said " O stars ! Hide your fires Let not light see my black and deep desires" But that moon listened my wishes And I saw a smile on his face. Then I enjoyed that cold coffee After a few minutes it seemed like Someone came and said "Here in the forest, dark and deep I offer you eternal sleep" I said "let's give me two minutes to finish this delicious coffee" He surprised But waited for me. But after finishing that coffee I felt sleepy and didn't know what happened !
The stillness Of this night Pierces , Apart tears . Like a knife Wedged , Hurting . Stirring up A potful Of frightful fear .
As I Stumble Down the Street , I feel a Chill rush Through My spine . For I fear not the dark but what may lurk Within it and behind . Now my Mind's playing Games . That eerie Silence kills . I see Shadows Glow . And bats Flapping Their wings .
Be afraid very afraid ... This echoes In my mind . My feet Now sprint , And I am Scared to Even Look behind .
I look Up at The sky ... Cloudy And so grey . There is something haunting in the light of the moon . Now I am Beyond scared . I scamper In fear Perspiring Pounding heart . I turn Around The corner , And suddenly Realise ... I have Lost my way In the dark !!
Spooky sayings incorporated : There is something haunting in the light of the moon Be afraid very afraid . I fear not the dark itself but what may lurk within it .