MOON INSPIRED

Oh, dear moon,
send me a soothing hymn
for my melancholic tune.
Tell me how you manage to be so
tranquil while you brew
in the concoction of
serendipity and misfortunes,
tell me how you keep your glow, so soothing,
while you spin around a world so fictitious and phoney,
which finds satisfaction in destructions.

Oh, dear moon,
send me a hint of your flavour
so that I can bloom.
Alone you are yet sufficed with valour,
send me your courage,
send me your calm for I am filled to the brim
with malice and rage.

Oh, dear moon,
send me your aura, so pure
sans deceit,
lit the spark in me now
for I am dead on my feet.

Overview:
God’s creation is so beautiful and sometimes it teaches us invaluable lessons for life. And as I was pondering about a shining moon in a darkened night, I came up with these inspiring thoughts that soaked my heart and mind which I expressed through a poem.

Friends! Never stop getting inspired and motivated looking at God’s beautiful creation.

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RECOGNITION! I WONDER…

Who am I, this I always wonder.
to this enigma I succumb and my will to explore, I surrender.

Am I wrong in doing so?
should I try to solve this steady and slow?

Known by many names and with
identity of people’s choice,
I may be loud and obnoxious or
an epitome of grace and poise.

But who am I?
With this thought constantly
brewing in my head,
I try to figure this out from
the dawn’s first ray till,
exhausted, I lay on the bed.

Do I have to be recognised
for everything I do?
or should I be just satisfied
and to myself, be true?

Recognition by whom;
By the ones who lift my spirits
or the ones who wish my doom?

Recognition as what;
As a person, a mother, a daughter, a friend, a wife, a lover, an inspiration, a poetess…
as with all these roles I play, with pride, I strut.

I SURPRISE MYSELF

From dreaming a dreamy dream
with my eyes wide open to
living a lifeless life with my
soul completely broken;

I surprise myself by turning the
curve of my lips downside up,
pretending to beat the blues when
already my soul has blown-up.

I surprise myself by
breathing every day,
by letting fate, with me,
callously play.

I surprise myself by letting you
play with my heart again,
when you so carelessly smashed
it without realising my pain.

I surprise myself by letting you
make me believe, every time,
that I’m at fault,
when you are the one
never to apologize for all
your fierce assaults.

I surprise myself by offering
you my world which you
shattered time and again,
and how I end up apologising
to myself for making such
a blunder but still an excuse I feign.

Now when my eyes have chosen to
see beyond that dreamy haze,
I pick up those fallen morsels of me,
I apologize to them in all ways.

LISTEN CAREFULLY TO THE WAVES

Listen carefully to the loud silence
of the beautiful waves.

Each one has a new story to tell,
story of how they swim to the shore
to wash off the pain of those sand dune,
story of how they splash love
on those barren rocks on the banks.

Each one has a new experience
and a worthy lesson to share,
lesson of how they keep doing
the same thing over and over again
never getting tired of it,
lesson of how they bring cheer
and joy to all those standing at the shore,
waiting for them and never expect anything back.

Each one has a caution to tell,
show how calmness can turn into chaos and cause destruction.

WHO IS THE WISE ONE?

No soul is happy with what they
have or with what they are served,
greed and ego minaciously make this
bag of bones worthless and undeserved.

No soul is tranquil with the love they have
or with the care they spread,
lust and loathe meticulously craft their
filthy claws in their heads.

No soul is apologetic enough to
accept their faults or to show concerns,
false pride and arrogance tenaciously
covers their eyes with thick curtains.

No soul is bold enough to hold the truth
or to stand up for what they believe in,
society and culture ingloriously tie their
tongue and turn a blind eye for every sin.

What will it take to be happy, tranquil and peacefully in love?
What will it take to accept the unadulterated truth?
What will it take to be brave and not bother about the manipulative minacious lies of the society?

The answers to all these lie hidden deep within those souls,
Yet, only a man of understanding draws them out
Of the thoughts of a person’s heart
Which are like deep waters.

Cut those treacherous strings,
and see what enormous joy it brings.
Strap on those glittering mythical wings,
and listen to enchanting symphonies your soul will sing.

I’M MY OWN HERO

In the middle of a dandelion field there
stood a forlorn silhouette tall, fair and lean.
Delicate features with curly brown hair,
waving at me from a distance with a smile filled with despair.
I walked towards her with a heavy heart,
scared and anxious about what she would want.
Wiping the tiny pearls of woe running down from her big beautiful eyes,
she said her happiness is like the dandelion, scattered by the wind, leaving behind loneliness and despise.

“Why shed tears for the emotions you have no control on,
it was never to be owned so now let it go and move on.”

I put my hand out to reach for her’s, held her soft palm and braised it with love,
reassured her that I can love her like no other and in my arms, I held her with love.
To my surprise, she smiled and said she felt better,
I was awestruck and no words my heart could utter.
The mirror in front of me showed me that I’m my own hero, my guardian and my true inspiration;
that I should listen to myself, my inner voice and within my soul find my salvation.

(Note: God gives strength at the time of chaos. He is my inner voice and my ultimate salvation)