Her mind is clouded with thoughts And the eyes are better defined like the drought A kind of unknown plea appeared in her gaze Like she is captivated in her own fabricated maze Her shriveled lips quivered in an undefined pain She poured words on a blank sheet like rain A mind and heart shaken story she penned Like a good poetess always yenned Silence the aura beguiled her scars Life stood betwixt a black hole and a star And she kept swinging on the thread of her melancholy Till the time her body got used to her miseries heartily
And yes to forgive someone is more difficult than to hurt someone. A line my dad taught me is don't befriend anger for a long time as it destroys the beauty within us. So if our inner beauty dies nothing will remain beautiful in this world. Either to forgive someone or to ask forgiveness to someone dont ever feel embarrassed in other words your soul will feel lighter and there's an immense happiness that will grow within thyself.
I was not much into stars or moon . And then I met her. She loved those heavenly bodies. And I loved the way she used to look at them. Because of her I realised that there's beauty and happiness in the things all around. I used to feel cold and numb even in scorching heat. Her presence made me realise that there is this feeling called warmth. Watching her face while she slept gave me the peace and I started sleeping like a baby. She came into my life when I was not sure about anything, delusional , confused and hopeless. Now I think that I can live my life and literally face anything.
O’ you tiny sparrow teach me your song of dawn. I’m a wilted leaf oscillating with winds of time clinging to the autumns gone. How do you stay happy in this concrete jungle without any cozy cocoon? Come to the window sill of my mind fill my empty basket of verses with some melodies to croon. My spirit is entangled in worldly ties teach me to fly unbound. O’ you tiny sparrow teach me how to pick grains of happiness from the heap of sorrows all alone. Bestow me with your talent and some metaphors of hope before branch of life is pruned. Preet Kanwal 25.02.2021