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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Faith

There is love in any devotion.
Sorrow in every emotion..
Loneliness in memories.
Abrupt end of stories..
Creating damp art of clay.
Trickled with innocence at play..
There is focus in every arrow.
A glimpse in your shadow..
Waiting in every window.
Wishful fate of restless row..
Tip toeing trip to the rainbow.
Through the river skipping the flow..
There is madness in every drop.
A tear or two will never stop..
Fear in every outrage.
Standing not bending at any stage..
Conquer the reign to courage.
Giving up like a holy sage..
Walking wasn’t easy.
A chosen path is never greasy..
While looking beyond the urge of waves.
That dawn of life saves..

Thoughts by - Pratiksha Misra

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