DESPITE THE FACT,
THE FIRST MAN IN SELDOM LIVES
TO TELL THE TALE,
THEY GOES IN TO LEAVE A TRAIL.
DEDICATED TO OUR HEROES.
HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY.-
"Never follow the trail left by others,
But leave a unique trail for the ones who follow you"-
My poem is an echo.
Unlike my vain words,
she lingers after I speak.
My poem is a shadow.
she moves as I do, yet she
moves people when I can't.
My poem is an aftertaste.
You'd feel her long after
you've swallowed the pulp.
My poem is petrichor.
After all the rain that drenched you,
the essence would linger, longer.
My poem is a trail.
I may try to lead her with my verses,
but you, the reader, shall catch her trail.-
Enchanting tale
Of deep sublimation
Foregoing trail
Of never ending gratification
Manifestation of your love
Is hard to stamp onto, for
It's your simplicity that makes me drool.-
I beseech you to leave your trails,
for seekers to follow.
Not just a star in the welkin,
for lovers to gaze at.
I ask of you,
to cast your shadow while
you have the light within.-
Friends (part- 1)
They are not your "FRIENDS"
Who don't pay time,
in the darkest hours of your life......
They can make you happy
for a while
But can't bring happiness
Into your life.....
Don't take their guide
'Cause they can hide,
And you can't even smile
That's the way they make you blind...
Because they are not your "FRIENDS"
They are the trail changers
in your LIFE.....
-
Why is my skin burning
Why am I feeling the flames
Am I literally burning
Is this the Satan's cave?
How come my pulse is all racing
Eye lids are going wayward
Oh! I spot the lone tear
So tiny, see it rolls down the cheek
Damn, lost its way and got dumped in the ear
Another one spotted, wohoo sherlock!
Tracing the same track it's racing to the end
No, not in the ear bruh
You go the long way, just don't evaporate, cool?
I fear it'll vanish away
Won't be able to sustain this hotness
I fear for your life, tear
Have a safe and happy journey!
The pulse is getting normal
The tear is all but vanished
The stain on my skin remains
Will your memories leave the same trail
Just like that lone tear?-
I like to walk the lonely trails
Not marked by prolonged use,
Though I get lost once in a while
Often missing the cues.
The woods make for great company,
Quick to catch every word;
Responding as they rustle
Or through a cooing bird.
Sometimes that is all you need,
Or maybe even less,
Yet in search of more you scamper
All over the place.
In the human realm there exist
Those that seem to care,
True colours shine forth only when
You need them to be there.
The world of birds and trees and lakes
Will never leave your side,
Neither when you dream to fly
Nor when you want to hide.
That's why on trails even when dark
I can find my way,
Knowing nature's warm embrace
Won't let me go astray.-