Edit: Gratitude towards writersnetwork for the repost.
Recent events on Mirakee led me into writing this post.
This is a blessed platform, filled with much love & respect; what are you doing people?!
Everyone here is either a writer or aspires to be one. Writers are sensitive people, why would you want to target them with insinuating oblique remarks that pierce them like blunt yet fatal shards?
My dear fellows & friends, let's learn to love.
"Shun hatred, it grows Spread love, it glows."
PS: Many of my friends here have been concerned about my whereabouts, safety & well being. To all of them, I owe both apologies & an explanation. First of all I thank you all for being thus concerned. The reason for my absence is that there've been devastating floods across various regions of India & my team is trying it's best in the direction of disaster management & mitigation in some remote villages. We have to procure stuff, prepare, nurse, feed, travel, take notes, inform, relocate people to safer regions.... the list is quite long & I hardly get any free time. As they say, First things come First & my first priority is the well being of innocent people here. I hope the situation clears soon & things fall back to normal again.
Second, many of my friends, upon reading my poetries have lately been curious to know about me & how my life has been. And though it's been filled with nothing but pain & despair, I assure you that I'll soon come up with a post describing it all. The name that my mother gave me when I was born means 'light'. The name I got later on means 'prayers'.
Lastly, I request you all to spread the message of love. Be the harbinger of hope in the darkest hour of night. Be the first ray of sun. Be the soothing word. Be the love. And love.
This sentence speaks of the pain that she keeps hidden in the abyss of her beautiful soul, feeding joy to the world. But even though her resilient soul can hide the pain well, her azure eyes sometimes overflow, beguiling her, when they can see the world in the light of kindness.
But it's no more special than any other regular day unless you're absolutely happy with everything going on in your exciting life, have wonderful friends, loving family & are almost sure that it'll be that way forever.
If that is not the case with you then nothing is fun about this day as we get cheated directly or indirectly every day. All friends but one thus leave us one day or another for someone better. And that friend is your BFF, your lifeline.
Who is your BFF (Best Friend Forever) ? tag with #BFF & share.
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: As I stated several weeks ago, due to a conflict of interest, and because I'm not fully knowledgeable about both sides of the situation, I will not be and have not been rendering verdicts on any posts pertaining to the India/Kashmir/Pakistan situation or the boycott/strike situation. If necessary, please check with Mirakee for further verification.
I ken I haven't authentically been a good friend, and I ken I could of endeavored a little harder, but you visually perceive I can't tell you, how I feel about you,
the world would abnegate me if I did, but I'm inclined to endeavor, and go over the edge, and show you how I Feel about you,
when we meet, I was in such deplorable shape, my life was crumbling all around me, until I meet you, my life was engulfed in tenebrosity, I was engulfed in my own self-pity,
I had an ineluctable demon, living inside of my head, I had pain inside of heart, I felting nothing but pain, for months and months, I cerebrated it was inedible,
until I meet you that day, not genuinely suspecting anyone that would, genuinely care about me, not suspecting that anyone that would even dote me, dote me, like the way that you do,
My Angel (In The Tenebrosity)
I couldn't believe what I was visually perceiving, nor what I was verbally expressing or what I was aurally perceiving, the world had abnegated you for what you are, and what you've done, but do they have the ocular perceivers that I do? was it non compos mentis of me,
to visually perceive you as the angel, that I ken you are, and not the demon that they all make you out to be, was I non compos mentis to visually perceive the goodness inside of you, and was it crazy that you took the tenebrosity outside of me,
My Angel (In The Tenebrosity)
We spent each day, and we spent each ken confessing, our sins to each other, like it was alright, and we kenned we'd heedfully auricularly discern each other,
but I must confess, that’s not all that I require, that’s not all that I optate, all that I require, and all that I optate is your love, and your saccharine cull, the way that you would optically canvass me and smile, and tell me everything was going to be alright, and just avail me hold on marginally longer, hold on remotely longer,
My Angel (In The Tenebrosity)
she told me its okay, to let your feelings go, and tell people how you feel, and if you dote them,
but I couldn't authentically do that, there was only one person that I've doted, one person I could only love unconditionally and love without temptation,
She’s My Angel (In The Tenebrosity) , The only Angel I'm going to dote, My Angel (In The Tenebrosity) , the only Angel I trust My Angel (In The Tenebrosity)
Expunged the shingles of fear from the beaches of my rivulet eyes along the saline silt flowing yonder Though the tides of gloom Vigorously shook the wafts of calm Or the groaning had loomed large over the ceiling of my fate The blazing smile did but shine to pierce the clouds obfuscating this face And the oyster heart lost its pace Enjoying the scene with the beats you caused Thawing the colossal gloom by the ardor you did vent whilst the roving heart again found the sojourn And the baffling emotions, hoodwinked earlier, got implicated the name so pristine For all it being love, turned out to be harbinger of felicity to the despondent being in me by usurping the moans of past memories And perking up my murky soul And the ship of life regained its sail Against the tides and storm committed ne'er to fail...