Broken Wings

They say in our realm a divine bird did dwell
Whom the angels addressed as Raphael.
His songs made every man’s heart swell
At least that’s what the ancient legends tell.

They say Raphael’s spiritual soul illuminated our sun
& the beasts hearing his mystic voice did run.
The moon blushed whenever his melody begun
& the stars in awe were left sparkling stunned.

Once flying across the night’s dark shore
Raphael was trapped amidst a storm’s ruthless roar
The vicious winds broke his wings to the core
It seemed the radiant Raphael couldn’t fly anymore.

From falling down, Raphael couldn’t avert
Like a meteor, his body violently crashed on earth.
His body ached, as all his veins were brutally hurt
Raphael was physically decimated in the dirt.

Amidst his tormenting pain, Raphael didn’t cry
Not a single tear dropped from his eye.
With his broken wings, he tried to fly
Impaling the storm he reached for the sky.

Although Raphael wasn’t physically the same
Yet a hopeful song in his bosom did remain.
He sang that hopeful carol that eclipsed his pain
A superlative song… that thrilled every mortal’s brain.

Hence, whenever we feel dead inside
Amidst the pain, we must learn to smile.
Even with our broken wings we must rise
For true grace comes at a painful price.

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Note: Through the medium of Raphael the bird in this poem I wished to convey that in life our hopes are like our wings with the help of which we dream & we fly, but there comes a time when we are confronted with unpredictable stormy situations in our lives that break our hopes. When we are battered & bruised by fate’s unpredictable twist we mustn’t forget about our goodness, our inner beauty that resides in our hearts. We must rise with hope & courage not only to evolve as a stronger individual but also to conquer the various stormy situations in lives without compromising on our dreams.

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Christmas Lights

Once upon a dreamy fairytale night
When people celebrated Christmas with delight.
The town twinkled brightly with Christmas lights
Alone a boy admired the lights amidst his plight.

On Christmas lights, he didn’t have money to spend
So darkness became his fiendish friend.
Like a symbol of despair, that had no end
With his incorruptible darkness, he had to contend.

While the Christmas lights blazed up with grace
The boy was trapped in his sorrow’s evil embrace.
Tears of helplessness trickled down his face
As happiness from his heart was completely erased.

Amidst the darkness’ tormenting roar
He gazed & gazed from door to door.
As Christmas lights dazzled the night’s mystic shore
A sense of deprivation from his soul did outpour.

Dodging his depression’s sinful spears
Growing up in darkness over the years.
The boy changed into a man, wiping his tears
With time he conquered his traumatic fears.

His house on Christmas still remains dark
But his Christmas lights now shine in his heart.
To connect with the deprived now his soul embarks
With his luminous heart, from his house, he departs.

His heart represents Christmas lights in their prime
He attends to others going through tough times.
Deep into the darkness he walks a thousand miles
& wiping tears, he gifts the deprived, many smiles.

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Note: Today being Christmas I see fancy Christmas lights all around me. These Christmas lights that are otherwise symbolic of good times & happiness, can also be perceived as an entity that reminds some people of the deprivation of various luxuries in their lives. Personally I feel that on Christmas it is important to light up the lives of the people who are otherwise plagued with that sense of deprivation, so according to me it doesn’t matter how fancy the Christmas lights outside on my balcony might be, what truly matters to me is whether  or not I have the inner light of compassion within me that can turn someone’s tears into a smile of hope. I sincerely hope that this Christmas may you & your family get the gift of eternal bliss & joy. Merry Christmas everyone! Let your inner light be a source of someone’s happiness this Christmas. ❤

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Love: An Enchanting Dream (Collab With Sarah)

I dream about you, so wildly well
While on me, you cast your enchanting spell.
In me, your radiant spirit begins to dwell
& thoughts about you, make my heart swell.

The weary sun, gets overpowered by your eyes
Submitting to your grace, the teary moon cries.
The envious stars, flame up the black skies
Dreaming about you, for me, their splendor dies.

Nothing compares to the beauty you hold inside
I dream about you, for you are my pride.
But the distance between us, my heart cannot abide
As yearning your embrace, my desires get amplified.

Addicted to you, I dream day & night
Of our bond, that shall be blissfully bright.
Within me you breathe, someday we shall unite
& I’ll be enveloped in your love’s luminous light.

Till then treasure my love in your heart
Softly dream about me while sleeping in the dark.
Promise me, your passion for me will forever last
& our love will be a beautiful art.

Note: This poem is for those who glorify love, it’s also for those who have been victimized by love & it’s certainly for those dreamers like me who just believe in spreading love in whatever way they can. Love is a magical manifestation of emotions that binds & unites 2 souls into one so cherish it, spread it & dream about its blissful brilliance. In this poem I had the privilege to collaborate with Sarah, she’s a magnificent writer without her flawless ideas writing this poem wouldn’t have been possible. Do visit her blog, I’m sure you’ll love her blog >  https://neverendinglives.com/

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A Quiet Man’s Parasite

A Quiet Man’s Parasites

On a day when the sun threw it’s shining spears
Quietly, a gentleman broke down in tears.
He had suffered emotionally for many years
For his near & dear ones, crafted his fears.

Possessing a pure heart, oh so gracefully grand
The sinless soul, always extended a helping hand.
But people poisoned him, with their deceiving demands
& to his own problems, none wished to understand.

People took for granted, his kind deeds
Like parasites, they savaged him with their needs.
Like predators, they enjoyed seeing his heart bleed
They smirked when for mercy he used to plead.

Now back into his eternal darkness, turning
All his bloody soul within him, burning.
With smothering sadness within him, churning
He screamed in silence when none was observing.

He tears their parasitic roots from his heart
He silently cries, being wounded in the dark.
He leaves the tranquility of his torture unbroken
As he reflects on all the lies to him that was spoken.

He abandons the parasitic people who had betrayed
From those parasites, he silently drifts away.
Going his separate, way to them he says
F*** you all & have a nice day.

Parting away, as he states this bitter-sweet wish
He crawls, in his tormented radiant bliss.
To his parasites, he blows a final farewell kiss
He gives them a taste of love, that they’ll forever miss.

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Note: I had this insecurity, this fear… of loosing out people that I adored, but with time people that I adored did go away but that fear & that insecurity didn’t. There comes a time when fake people try to manipulate you feeding off on your weaknesses & insecurities. In such situations those people act like parasites who feed off  your well-being in order to fulfill their sinful desires. Through the medium of this poem I just wish to convey that we all are complete in our own majestic way, we don’t need any fake person to justify our existence. Just like it’s important to lending hand to someone in need, similarly I feel it’s equally important to turn your back on someone who doesn’t value you as an individual. Don’t let anyone degrade your unique sense of individuality . ❤

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These Scars…(Collaboration With Ana)

These Scars…

For you, my heart blossomed like a rose
Holding your hand when I held you close.
You seemed like an angel from my sweetest dream
But gullible I was to your sinister schemes.

I held your hand from dusk till dawn
But you abandoned me amidst life’s storm.
Scarred I was, with this dark, this destructive romance
Scarred I was, by your diabolical deceptive trance.

‘Always yours..’ is what you had said
But those feelings have now dropped dead.
Abandoned & scarred I cry in my bed
While scars of sadness bleed inside my head.

I feel helplessly alone at life’s every turn
As these scars make my heart burn.
These scars decimate my mind’s peace
These scars infect me like a dark disease.

Happiness fades from my soul’s bleeding shore
I can’t smile like I used to before.
New depths of agony I continue to explore
For these scars, have annihilated my bosom’s core.

As we go our separate ways
like memories, these scars seem to forever stay.
But I’m no longer your helpless prey
& with time these scars shall fade away.

 

Note: I  feel that past relationships are like scars because they constantly remind us of various painful memories of the past. However, I would request my readers not to indulge in any form of self-harm if they are victims of a toxic relationship. We all need to realize that we all are flawlessly magnificent in our own unique ways & if someone turns their back on us then we must move on with hope. If at all you still feel scarred (being victim of a bad relationship) I’d say rather than crying with a broken scarred heart, look forward to find someone who can mend your broken heart, someone who wouldn’t look for dazzling medals but instead would look for your bleeding scars that he/she could heal with his/her unconditional love towards you ❤ . In this poem I had the pleasure of collaborating with Ana she’s a wonderful writer, please do visit her blog>>> https://alicyana.wordpress.com/ I’m sure you’ll love her writings.

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Dance With The Devil (Collab With Jyoti)

Dance with the Devil

Upon a night that was dark & scary
A scented angel sat alone & teary.
Enveloped in darkness’ depths, she felt dreary
As her wild thoughts made her weak & weary.

She dreamt a dark fantasy, never dreamt before
Of a devil, that resided in her bosom’s core.
Of a beast, who amidst darkness encouraged her to explore
Of a demon, whose mere thought she adored.

That night, while the moon beamed
She felt the devil’s breath in her sleep.
She danced with the devil in her dream
Yet in reality, he was nowhere in her reach.

The devil also wanted to dance with her
His heart ached & pain within him did stir.
For the fantasy of their union, was depressingly blur
Hence admiring the angel from a distance, he preferred.

But every night when the stars gracefully gleam
& as the angel descends into her sleep.
The devil’s breath upon her, she feels
& she dances with the devil, in her dreams.

Note: There are bonds that sometimes can’t be defined in terms of relations, yet the emotions of love in those bonds are so overwhelming that they complete the core of our existence. This poem tries to highlight the fantasy of pain & hopes that formulate an integral part of such bonds. In this poem I had the pleasure of collaborating with Jyoti she’s a magnificent writer, please do visit her blog>>> https://jyotithelight.wordpress.com/  I’m sure you’ll love her writings.

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A Dreamer In The Dark

At nights, when mystery streams
When the pale moon, blatantly beams.
Deep into the darkness, a boy dreams
While all his nightmares, within him scream.

Drowning in the burning depths of hell,
Amidst life’s enchanted atrocious spell.
He pretends a fake smile so wildly well
It hides depression within him, that dwells.

Carrying his traumas, his dark obsessions
He dives into a galaxy of fantasy fiction.
Where like an opium addict’s, dreamy illusion
A world of his own he creates, he envisions.

Happiness is, but a dream for him
For his reality is ghastly, grey & grim.
The scars of sadness, embrace his skin
Yet dreaming makes him, smile within.

With his thoughts, darkness he decorates
With his wisdom, misery he celebrates.
With his hidden tears, smiles he creates
With his dreams, others’ lives he elevates.

Lingering hopes may continue to depart
Smothering Sadness may tear his soul apart.
Pulsating pain may rip his heart
But he’ll still be a dreamer in the dark.

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Note:- I sincerely feel that if darkness of some situation descends upon us, we must accept it with a smile on our face &  with a desire in our hearts seeking wisdom to evolve as a stronger individual. But there comes a phase when amidst all the sadness & the moment’s madness one might become bitter & might give up on their dreams. So this poem is dedicated to all the dreamers like me & hopes to deliver a heart-felt message that regardless of how depressing the situation might be, fight with fortitude, marching towards your dream, do not give up on your dream. Believe in the goodness of your dreams rather than the negativity of the dark gruesome situation for a dreamer/ believer even in darkness is capable of crafting miracles & smiles for others.  

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Hymn For Humanity (Collaboration with Tejasvi)

Caring these days is a lost art,
No one cares for the pain in someone’s heart.
We think we are civilized and smart,
But our humanity is falling apart.

We are only concerned about our own gains,
Drenched in greed, we’re going insane.
Unsympathetic we are to others’ pain,
For the devil resides in our brains.

The blood of humanity stains our world,
As the concept of sympathy gets blurred.
Why have we become so insensitively absurd?
Why is there hate in our every word?

For the stars in heaven above that gleam,
For the demons in hell underneath that scream,
Tell my soul, that sorrowfully bleeds,
Tell me, why can’t someone’s misery we feel?

We must quit our cruelty and abuse,
Others’ kind hearts we should never misuse.
Instead, we must put ourselves in their shoes,
And whenever we can, we should be of good use!

This selfish world we must refashion,
By building bonds with true compassion,
So that our souls get satisfaction,
As we put our emotional healing into action.

Let’s link arms and form a community,
And spread smiles at every opportunity.
Let our hearts be filled with purity,
Embracing our diversity, let us rise in unity.

Just a warm smile can come a long way,
To brighten someone’s life every day.
Let’s maintain our composure come what may,
Ensuring we only have kind words to say.

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Note: Humanity is that one trait that separates us humans from animals, but as the wheel of time carelessly moves on this divine trait seems to be fading away from our existence. Consumed with greed, entrapped in a cut-throat competition, it’s like we are in a rat race, yearning to see others perish. It’s easy to mock & judge a hurt soul, but it takes a considerable amount of strength to create miracles of someone’s life, it takes humanity to turn someone’s cry into a smile. So I urge my readers to extend a helping hand to heal others rather than pointing fingers & mocking a troubled heart. Create miracles for someone, heal with humanity.  

I had the honor of collaborating with Tejasvi for this poem, please do visit her blog > https://tejasvikashyap.wordpress.com/ she’s a fantastic writer. 

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Merchant Of Love

Reminiscently you hold your broken heart
You visualize the glorious days of the past.
While pain paralyzes & rips you apart
Alone you feel like a social outcast.

Life left you high & dry
This reality you try to deny.
Tears stream from your eye
Hopeless, in loneliness, you cry.

Amidst this dark, this brutal attack
You wonder where you lacked.
As your happiness fades to black
Your dreams burn & your heart cracks

In life’s atrocious game you feel trapped
Sadness slaughters your heart with an axe.
Scarred with sorrow & the bloody cracks
Your wounded heart cringes & contracts.

As the magnitude of malicious miseries extends
Don’t be teary, Don’t be weary my friend
The torment, the trauma shall end
Your heart, I, the merchant of love, shall mend

New dreams for you I’ll craft with grace
I’ll wipe the tears from your face.
Your gloom, with a blissful bloom, I’ll replace
Your heart’s agony I’ll erase.

Your heart, I would embrace
Your heart’s scars & cracks, I won’t hate.
Instead, I’ll see those cracks as space
Through which, with love, I’ll touch your soul’s gate.

Note: There are times when life & fate conspire together to break a person emotionally. The respective person feels cornered & tends to brutally bleed being victimized by harshness of the situation. It is at this juncture that one must tap on the merchant of love that resides within us to emotionally heal that respective person. We all have the capability of creating miracles, amidst the storm of hate & agony let us all be the merchants of love & the messengers of compassion so that we can create a miracle in someone’s life by mending their broken heart & changing their tears of helplessness into sparkling smiles.

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Nevermore

 

Heart became a stone, abandoned in darkness alone
Life’s torturous tone, melancholic melody, burnt my bones.
Sadness searingly sowed, by you, when I was disowned
Broken & cold, I lived alone on my own

I vividly remember, it was the smothering September
When amidst wicked weather, I received your letter
That filled me with terror, that’ll disturb me forever
Plagued by tremor, I met the letter’s sinful sender.

Moon gracefully gleamed, it haunted me with dreams
Of my false fantasy, of my tormented tragedy.
And stars beautifully beamed, while I screamed
Victimized by your strategy, I bled in agony.

Life seemed blurred when my love you spurned
Down crashed my world, as our meeting adjourned.
Insensitive & unconcerned, on me, you carelessly turned
Emotions wildly churned, my bosom brutally burned.

I loved you from my heart’s core
Yet killing our love, you left me insecure.
In life now as we part more & more
Our love shall resurrect nevermore.

Your memory shall fade from my soul’s shore
I won’t value you like I did before.
On your existence, I close my mind’s door
Our love shall resurrect nevermore.

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Note: Even though we are blessed with all the fancy gadgets & toys in the world, yet some people love to play with the emotions of other people. I know how it feels sometimes when people start taking your existence for granted. It is at this juncture in life when you must not let anyone’s neglectful attitude affect you. I truly believe that everyone is flawlessly amazing in their own unique way & if someone fails to value or respect the goodness of your heart, by taking you for granted then it’s okay to just bow out from their lives/ throw them out of your life. Through the medium of this poem I just want to express that it’s very easy to find people who are willing to laugh with you in your good times but it’s very tough to find someone who is there to wipe your tears in the dark phase of your life, so please value someone who is there to listen to your troubled tales, respect that someone who lends you a shoulder to lean on  because someday you might miss him/her when they are gone. 

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Come Rest In My Heart

 

Looking into your dreary eyes
I feel you bleed, from inside.
By life’s treachery you’ve been victimized
You silently scream you’re traumatized.

Your hopes crumble to the floor
Broken & dead, amidst life’s ruthless roar.
You’re lifeless, behind a locked door
Hiding pain, with sadness your heart soars.

Your soul is tortured & torn apart
Haunted by nightmares, of the past.
But please don’t cry alone in the dark
Come friend, come rest in my heart.

Alone you fought & bled for years
To your teary tales, I lend my ears.
Give my eyes, with your burning tears
& tell me, all your ominous fears.

While you’re depressed, plagued by stress
On my chest, put your miseries to rest
Share the deep seas, of your sorrow
Because, your sorrow, I intend to borrow.

If the night is depressingly long
I’ll hold your hand, from dusk till dawn.
Please don’t cry alone in the dark
Come friend, come rest in my heart.

 

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Note:- Often there is this emotional hunger within us to speak & express ourselves, sometimes this emotional hunger to be heard becomes so obsessive that we completely forget that listening to someone else’s misery is as important as expressing ourselves. It is due to this insensitive & selfish trait of ours that people have stopped expressing the true magnitude of their pain to anyone because none is there to listen to their agony. I wrote this poem as I realized that there are people around me who are going through an emotional struggle be it due to some disease, heartbreak, past stigmas or death of a loved one. Through the medium of this poem, I just wish to express to those people that their might be times when I might not always be able to provide the best of advice to them, but I’ll always be there to listen to their problems with compassion. I’m always there to listen & emotionally support anyone going through any kind of emotional distress. 

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A Pain Within A Pain

Feel this dark ecstasy of my soul
Enjoy my horrors, that are untold.
Witness the agony of my heart
See my happiness, as it departs.
Touch the dreary depths of my brain
There’s nothing – but a pain within a pain.

As I stand in darkness alone
While my heart becomes a cold stone.
My melancholic mind’s mischief, I explore
I envision nightmares never envisioned before.
Touch the dreary depths of my brain
There’s nothing – but a pain within a pain.

At life’s every wretched turn
As my innocent soul begins to burn.
I see joy as an illusionary fantasy
& sorrow as my inescapable reality.
Touch the dreary depths of my brain
There’s nothing – but a pain within a pain.

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Note:- To me, joy is a minds’ decorated dream while pain is an inescapable reality of every mortals life. So this is a dark poem aimed at highlighting that as life tests us all at various phases, everyone holds within them some sort of hidden pain. Amidst the darkness of this poem, I would just like to emphasize the fact one shouldn’t get bogged down by the depressing magnitude of pain. Instead see pain as an opportunity to shine beyond your capacity by evolving yourself as a stronger individual. If you enjoyed this poem, I request you to please like my facebook page sweetdevil69 . ❤ 🙂 

Your Fake Smile

Your depression kills you from inside
I see the helplessness in your eyes.
It’s like you commit emotional suicide
Every time you flash a fake smile.

Plagued by demons inside your head
Tears of blood, you begin to shed.
Hopelessly, your spirit seems dead
Pain in your heart starts to spread.

With depression, you get deformed
Yet you wear, your crown of thorns.
Fighting, the emotional & social norms
You fake a smile, amidst the storm.

Carrying life’s burden on your shoulder
You bleed like a wounded soldier.
Victimized, by life’s ruthless exposure
Faking a smile, you maintain your composure.

Helplessness kills you from inside
I hear your soul’s silent cry.
Your anguish, from me please don’t hide
Don’t deceive me, with your fake smile.

Horizon of your despair, may expand
But I want you, to understand.
By your side, I’ll always stand
Amidst the darkest hour, I’ll hold your hand.

So behind fake smiles, don’t be traumatized
Together side-by-side, we shall fight.
Like a bright phoenix, you shall rise
With a smile, as big as river Nile.

Note:- Sometimes we all wear masks to hide our true emotions from others, one of the most harmful masks that most of  us wear is that of a fake smile. Fake smile enables a person  to pretend a smile amidst pain, but somewhere deep down as the person hides their pain it makes them hollow from within, the core essence of their happiness gets affected which might lead to depression. I sincerely urge all my readers to be understanding & compassionate to the various people around. If you feel that someone is hiding their pain, give them a hug, show them that you care about their happiness & well-being, support them in their fight by nurturing their troubled hearts with compassion. This world would be a better place to live if we try to compassionately heal each other’s agony.

 

 

The Storyteller

Emotions flow from my soul’s shore
While I recite stories & folklore.
I craft dreams, never dreamed before
As from my soul, stories out-pour.

I’m a wordsmith, like a magician
Creating visions is my profession.
Various generations can envision
As I blend creativity with tradition.

I don’t have any fancy desire
Valuable gold isn’t what I aspire.
All I want from my tale-telling art
Is a place in my listener’s heart.

A listener’s heart is my treasure
For it’s value, I can’t ever measure.
It would be my blissful pleasure
If my words could provide someone, leisure.

So, listeners, I want you to know
May my verses, within you forever echo.
So that, kings may rule, kings may go
But stronger, our bond shall always grow.

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Note:- Storytelling has been an integral part of our society. In absence of maintaining records in the past, it was through the medium of storytelling that one generation was able to convey the moral & ethical values of their tradition to the next generation. Besides that I have always felt that the art of storytelling always carries a unique humanistic touch that unites the hearts of the tale-teller & the listener in a very mystic way. So this poem pertains to art of storytelling from the perspective of a storyteller & expresses the fact as to how a true storyteller actually weaves his/her magic & how important the listeners are to them.

My Mentor, My Friend

In office, it was my first day
Things seemed depressingly gray.
I was confused, in total disarray
Felt lost, unable to find a way

The workload made me insecure
I felt helpless to my soul’s core.
Criticized, victimized me like never before
I simply couldn’t handle it anymore.

But you came, like a shining knight
As my mentor, you entered my life.
Amidst my darkness, you were my light
For even in pain, you made me smile.

Whenever I felt, I’d reached a dead-end
My shattered hopes, you used to mend.
And I don’t know how or when
From my mentor, you became my friend.

The sight of “Sidharth typing” on skype
Might have given you headaches & teary eyes.
I credit your patience, for my professional rise
& for my deadly questions, I do apologize.

Reminiscently, I recall the times we had
The good ones & even the bad.
Guiding me, you always held my hand
My troubles, you sincerely tried to understand.

Now.. I bow in respect as we part
Please keep me… somewhere in your heart.
I’ll cherish you in the future, present & past
Beyond the office, may our bond forever last.

 

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Note: I’m on the brink of joining a new organization & was reminiscently thinking of the times I had at my last workplace. This poem is dedicated to my mentors who believed in me even when I myself had lost faith in my capabilities. It wasn’t a pleasure cruise when I started my job at my last employer, I was haunted by a sense of insurity, but the people in the picture mentored me at different stages of my professional & personal life. I strongly believe that it’s due to their unflinching patience, their unconditional support & love towards me that propelled me beyond my true potential. The way they blessed me with their understanding sparked a positive change within me, I may have joined the organization as a helpless & insure person but thanks to my mentors I’m leaving the organization as a confident & dependable man.Working in my new organization I hope to touch other people’s lives the way my mentors touched mine. I would also like to thank some of my other colleagues (Sachi, Ashish, Krishna, Ritu & Ankit) for their heart rendering support towards me. 

Pain – My Preacher

Once upon a Twilight, teary
As I felt weak & weary.
Happiness seemed an imaginary theory
For life, was dull & dreary.

Demons danced inside my brain
They screamed, they drove me insane.
My sadness, I couldn’t contain
With tears, I greeted Pain.

Pain came, with a deadly grace
It enveloped me, in its tight embrace.
Pain smirked, knowing I couldn’t escape
A dagger came out, from its briefcase

As Pain mated with my fate
With time, Pain became my soulmate.
Imbuing wisdom, Pain made me great
My Pain’s preaching, I celebrate.

Pain had stabbed my helpless heart
My wounded soul, it had ripped apart.
But Pain also showed me a new path
With wisdom, I had made a new start.

Pain’s dagger had made me bleed
But also wisdom, it engraved, within me.
With my bleeding soul, now I feel mystique
Resilient I am, no longer I feel weak.

Note: Sometimes life gives more painful experiences than death. Pain is something that plagues & corrupts everyone’s life every now & then. At times we do feel helpless & broken but it is at this juncture in life when I urge my readers to push through the pain, seek wisdom & fortitude from your misery. See pain as an opportunity to evolve as a stronger individual, embrace & celebrate it rather than getting bogged down by it’s negativity. Please do let me know if you ever had/ having any painful experience in your life that you feel like sharing by commenting down below as a concerned friend just want you to know that I’m always there for you & feel free to reach out to me if that pain is unbarable, together we are going to fight through it with a smile. 🙂 ❤ 

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The Peacock

Walking outside on a depressing day
Carrying my broken hopes in disarray.
Under the sky that was ominously grey
I sensed a storm was on it’s way.

As my feet were turning back in retreat
I saw a peacock walking in-front of me.
Seeing the graceful bird was a visual treat
I stood there as my heart melted in ecstasy.

The peacock looked at the sky
There was a thrill in the peacock’s eye.
In rain, peacock opened it’s colorful feathers
Peacock’s grace bloomed in the hostile weather.

Rain’s wrath tried to intimidate the bird
But rain’s rage was what the bird preferred.
To the rain’s beat the peacock danced
With the raging rain the peacock romanced.

Gradually the weather started to transform
Peacock’s grace had conquered the storm.
Peacock gloriously glittered & glowed
& out of the darkness came a rainbow.

Mystically to me the peacock explained
That confronting life’s storm our hopes break.
But every storm does run out of rain
& with time our pain does fade away.

In life’s storm we mustn’t retreat or cry
we mustn’t wait for the storm to pass-by.
Instead we must dance in the eye of storm
With fortitude we should beautifully transform.

Even if the storm is menacingly dark
We must possess a hopeful heart.
So that like the peacock, we too glow
& amidst life’s darkness create a rainbow.

morpankh

Note: Nature always inspires us it’s own mystic way , in this poem I have tried to symbolize the storm & the rain as the troubles that we face in life. Through the medium of the peacock I have tried to express the fact that regardless of how dark or frightening the  storm in our life might be, like a peacock we must adapt to the situation & fight it out with grace because sometimes we shouldn’t wait for the storm to pass-by instead we must learn to adapt & dance in the rain in order to rise above the situation.

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