Literature

Right leg first on the day last,Was about to cross the visionary missionary gates.To embrace forever the world ahead. End of Term spelled joyAnd excitement in thoughtsAnd dreams of a new School, new placeNew friends, new groups, new everything! My dreams were realizedAnd everything, was bestowed.My gallant entry into new world,Made me realize incompletenessAnd I […]

Dawn signals time to unfold the blanket,His eyes embrace reality as eyelids part.“Oh the same rugged miserable life”, the old man exclaims.As he sits on where he previously slept. His eyes search around for his daily bread,And triumphs for he reserves some,Yet there are days scarce penny.Morning meal is his day dream. His eyes move

Just below the horizon,The fire ball peeped in.Innocent Shouts scribbled the atmosphere.Stumps put down by the ball,At times hit to travel some miles.Setting two to run behind. Thoughts provoke nostalgia.Innocent life, parents’ strict guide,Fear, worries, tension and future considered alien.Hearty enjoyment left nothing untouched.Tender quarrels and re gathering,Games played so silly,Each ones’ feeling fully exposed.

When your owns refuse,Your words acceptance,On account of the surrounding mirth. When this hurts your heart,Lose no hope and give upNever let yourself shatter. Forget not that the treeStanding bare in in autumn,Regenerates flora afresh. Old leaves give in to the new ones.Like your problems solving techniques tend to betterment,After each fall. Imagine you inhabit

Composed on July 17. 2011

Often it is inferredTo refer uneven happenings,That stars control our dealings. Plagiarized by helpless cowards,These philosophers areIt feels so easy to say. But when comes the day,Towards destiny’s will.The heart beats like muffled drums.Confidence crashes and happiness dim. Many fail not, to condemn their destiny,And make their life suffice for a tragic end. Few are

When occasions in life is not under control,Accounting for you own mistakes.When your near ones curse you,Do not get disheartened,Coz, Suicide is not the ultimate attempt. When intimacy hurts,Make yourself strong,For your failures rage their anger.Their hopes you shattered,And for them you mattered.Duty calls you to make them sunny.Doesn’t this prove? ThatSuicide is not the

Time calls to run, so does dutyStill I walk slow. Shattered are my aspirations, trampled are my emotions,Weary are my arms, Damped are my senses. Not a single chance to raise my head .I’m always weighted down. My face’s not front but low beneath.Heavy are my shoulders to carry.Loaded seems my body. Still I have

Her phone rung, His heartbeats hung. They loved each other and to proceed further,He proposed for a ride.Excited she became like the tide. His excitement grew andHer senses flew. The clouds gargled and he was startled.Rain poured down as he wore his rainy gown.She dressed herself without ant crown. He reached her dwelling place ,with