Grief, ek aisi chingari hai, dil mein jala deti,
Har ek khushi ko, dhundla kar dikhla deti.
Par in aansuon mein, ek alag hi sukoon hai,
Jaise dil ki gehraaiyon se, ek nayi kahani ka agla panna hai.-
21 APR AT 20:46
20 APR AT 23:50
रोज़ बिखर के फिर उटती हूँ ,
तेरी याद में तनहा सी रहती हूँ ,
लबों से मुस्कुराती , अशको को छुपाती
रोज़ मरकर फिर जीति हूँ-
19 APR AT 20:12
The sweet nothings are now nothing,
The limited vibrant colour over my dark canvas came to a lifelong halt,
The words shared at the end row of the public transport turned to dust.
The blue gloss paper we shared, turned out to be me,
Torn and blue.
The drafts, deleted, never to be restored,
Tears tattered over during the final straw.
The rules broken like the faults over my heart from the yearning of you.
The sunlight shut by the windows,
Rusted to never to be touched again.
The kinship taken as a lovely beginning,
Turned to be a brutal ending,
With a story too hollow for narration.
A heart too caught up with itself to mourn over the loss of its life.-
17 APR AT 12:47
Truth of Life !!
As soon as we die our identity becomes a "Body". People no more calls us by name they just merely use phrases like " Bring the body", "Put the body in the graveyard" etc.
The people who never loved us or cared about us when we where alive but on that day they come to see us with flowers and tears in their eyes and sit near us. Throught our life we crave for love, affection, care, good friend etc which we don't get often but on that day we get every thing together. Even when we were alive and the people who has treated us as an enemy they also become friends and they cry for us on that day sitting beside our grave.
On that day people don't even call us by our name whom we tried to impress throughout our life.
So, when we are alive we should use every cahnce and opportunity to spend money on the things we love, laugh till our stomach hurts, dance even we are bad it, pose stupidly for photos, be a child-like, help others, be happy, be positive and self obsessed, never talk bad to others nor think bad about others.
Moral: Death is not the greatest loss and hurting thing life as we think it is. The greatest loss is when life dies inside us when we are alive.-
13 APR AT 20:07
The Tragedy of life is not death, but what we let die inside of us while we live."
जीवन की त्रासदी मृत्यु नहीं है, बल्कि वह है जिसे हम जीवित रहते हुए अपने अंदर मरने देते हैं।"
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6 APR AT 1:50
Pitch Black
(A Terza Rima Sonnet)
You see, true love used to live here before,
Her magic touch made this poor house a home;
I then messed up and threw her out the door.
With her, I flourished like a seed in loam,
Now I flounder like a man in the dark,
Much like the brother of Abel, I roam.
My life now is the dead of night—pitch black,
My despair could fill an entire room.
Now, I don’t care how; I just want her back.
True love only, can lift this stifling gloom,
I see now, the folly of jealousy;
Forgive me, my love; stay this coming doom.
And I will speak not one more heresy,
I will do naught to harm our chemistry.
© Pendullum
Adapted from SONGS FROM THE HEART-
4 APR AT 21:52
Sometimes accepting reality can be unrealistic,
It will break you apart , it will drain you down.
But eventually it will build a new you,
The strong & the bold YOU!!
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