The heart - a passing thought

People have known to worship beauty and envy brilliance,
Both of those one has to be born with,
Don’t undermine the capability of your heart,
For If you have the heart for it, you’ll get you a part for it,
And then inculcate an art of it.

All too Human

Inability to look past beauty,

Inability to shout, thinking of society,

Inability to air your version, fearing the brand perversion.

Fear for other's thoughts, and inhibition to express one's true self.

Ability to hide the inability and inability to showcase his ability.

Ability to lose confidence in nascent stages of impending greatness.

Ability to misjudge people of good intentions.

Ability to love and distrust at the same time. 

Inability to tear up for others' loss and ability to smile at selfless sacrifice.

Ability to lead a clichéd life and inability to standby by one's own views in testing circumstances.

Inability to follow up on curiosity and ability to hide thoughts bordering on human labelled insanity.

Ability to hide the kid in you and express the adult that's not you.

Giving in to society and faking the artificiality as reality for acceptance.

All too human I see,

All too human I concede,

All too human I've become, one among many.

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A trial on Poetic Justice

A trial on Poetic Justice…..

Dreams to the blind,
Music to the deaf,
Loss of logic to a poet,
Fantasy to the dreamer,
Consummation to a virgin,
Fruits of effort to an atheist,

Divine incarnation to the devotee,
Ocean to the One in Solitude, Discovery of surviving relatives to the just orphaned,
Sound of Victory to the valiant with seconds to death,
The beauty lost to a poet who loved,
Justice rendered to the relatives of the slaughtered,
Wisdom prevailing over money,
Heart prevailing over mind for happiness,
Have I made Justice for having passed time?
To be continued……

A rhyme to dream…

Why cant I sleep when I think of thee,

For sleep shall render me wonder,

The wonder of the dreams it shall render,

For thy memory, my life I shall surrender.

I run away from the consciousness the present shall render,

And the memory of happiness it shall hinder,

When life has gone under and un-her.

Why as I reminisce….

I sleep to wonder,

And my dreams appear and her,

To her and her memories I surrender.
For she is my Childhood,
She is my Innocence,
She is all that happiness could ever be,
For she is kid in me, the best that i could ever be.
 

Wishdumb - The dawn of reality

Sometimes your heart wanders and takes you to places you will never get to be,

Makes your mind believe the dope of fantasy is reality.

Mind attempts to mask the impossibility of achievement.

But one needs to pull the reins of wisdom,

And educate the flying heart that flight for humans is artificial,

To be grounded is fate, else inability to fly shall haunt your existence.

While coming to terms with fate is when Reality dawns on the mind that ages with experience.

The big leap

When I looked at the sky I first felt shy! 

The sky was too high and my morale too low;

I asked myself why can't I try, as there's everything to lose being shy.

The big leap I take, my own life I make! 

That's the first time I decided to fly, away from all the doubts that made me shy,  away I fly! 

Swept by all the doubts, I leapt, I realised I've left behind familiarity as I soared to new heights,

With head held high, in an ever so magnanimous sky!

The big leap I take, my own life I make! 

Up and away from obscurity, with the sway of positivity, 

With wings of fire from the thirst for success, I implore my conscience to explore the unknown, to view the possibility of everything beyond the normalcy of sanity, as I look down upon the treaded path of vanity and the dreaded numbness of mediocrity!

The big leap I take, my own life I make! 

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TAJ - I clicked and fore worded it!

Taj Mahal - The crown of the palace of hearts that ceased for creation of the grandeur celebration of love that has existed for time immemorial in memorial. The grandiose creation of workmen of art, of which the greatest heart is a part, dedicated for the most romantic of love, by the greatest lover of the world, to the most loved beauty! I present to thee my wonder, the wonder of wonders ! Wah taj, you beauty! In a weather that thrills i'm alongside beauty that kills the need to get back to normalcy:)

Forgiveness

 

The melancholy of Forgiveness;

My forgiveness lies in my memory,

That is my ability to forget what has elapsed.

Once forgotten, there comes forgiven.

Is it that simple?

On sight of the provision of alms for forgiveness,

Memory has its own ways of reminiscence of all that has elapsed.

The Heart of forgiveness;

Numero Uno– Divinity ;

For this creation of yours, that is me.

For you’ve created me hopelessly,

Yet instilled the quintessential hope,

By revealing the dope of happiness,

And by holding up the carrot, the rope of success.

The divine concoction of addiction for mortality.

Numero Dos –Beauty;

The owner of which has no reason to be proud.

As neither the creator nor the creation had a say in how the outcome of the union of creators would be, in this mundane existence.

But the resulting creation rests and revels in the laurels of the outcome.

I forgave thee for you haven’t succeeded solely on your own creation.

You’ve excited many because of that given to you by an act of god.

And for having exhausted many for their act of foolishness.

God was generous for he thought you’re incapacitated and enabled me to carve my destiny on my own.

For the divine ordains and man executes.

Numero Tres – Rival;

For I gave you the opportunity to flatter my intellect,

And forgave you for all those strategies resulting in my failure you made me a part of.

For you’ve given me a reason to live and not to leave this mortal coil.

The art of escapism for the troubled;

You’ve made me a MAN that divinity craved to design, a rival like you tried to contain and the beauty strained to entertain.

I’ve forgiven all that you all have done, not for want of memory, but for want of peace, which you tried to shred into piece. Yes I have conquered thee, for the god of death wanted my company beyond existence, on my insistence; for he gave me work all day long, till I live long, till death does work apart! Can’t think of Un, dos, tres while workingJ

The above passages are an act of fiction and not to nurture any thoughts of reality owing to real life friction owing to your assumption.

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