A Story Blooms

A Story Blooms

Let words nourish my soul
Each letter seep into my pores
With every thought let it surge
A streak of light, an energy rush
Let tender paper caress fingers
As poetry on my lips trembles
Let my pen speak in volumes
As another story gently blooms!

Silence

I walked the obscure path
Traversed distances, alone
I doubted myself, lonely
Craving for company;
At the end of the rainbow
I searched high and low
Magical messages to know
“It is okay to be on your own
To make choices, unknown
For in silence, grows
The strength of souls!”

War

A surge in my veins
Throbbing temples
Burning sensation
Of rising resentment
Helpless, I see
Men in power be
Reckless, remorseless
Stirring uprisings
Where anger is
Directed to fellows
Without folly, sans flaw
So, fingers do not point,
To merchants of war!

Emotions

Hidden, unspoken
Behind a facade
Of the daily grind
Chores to keep the mind
Away from the surge
Of emotions unheard.
Latent they lay
Waiting for the day
To capture their prey
Rip apart the semblance
Of holding it together
Stronger they grow
The more you ignore!

Despair

I wrote this before 2019 – a different context & mood – when we did not know about a pandemic waiting to be unleashed. Macabre, how true these lines are today, as we battle second wave of Covid19 in our country.

I see darkness
Bloom from within
Sprouting like deadly fungi
Asphyxiating our breath
Killing our senses
With neon doses of despair

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