Humanity is lost forever.Do we really feel the ache…or does it make any difference in our thoughts when millions of people suffer from poverty?Do we care when people around us lose their lives in the name of racism&religion?Aren’t we witnessing a degeneration in our value system?A humble act of .Love,Kindness can create a lot of difference.Albeit, we are wrapped by materialism.I wish to conclude this 3WW para with Albert einstein’s quote” “Try not to become a man of success but rather try to become a man of values.

(This post is based on 3WW..Words being ache,difference and suffer)

Devouted Wish For A Dearie....

Time has stood
As a cojuror
For our
Friendship graph.
I wish..it should
Grow incessantly…
Even in the most
Bitter moments of my life…
Your thoughts can
make me happy.
On this special day…
I wish to say…
You stay farther
But you live close to ME
Happy Birthday Seema…

Tribute

A hidden desire fulfilled!This is a Tribute to my College(Govt Victoria College)where i 'grew'.Thanks to Sawan, the translation which i did for him ,made me to pen these verses.Else the desire would have remained unfulfilled forever...

Victoria!!
You evoke ...
A rapturous feeling..
In me
I was Born in your lap
You adopted this toddler
You fed me with knowledge
Pampered me with love
Nurtured me with wisdom
Inspired me to be brave
You gifted me a life…
Finally you gave me
An identity…forever..
Worthless will be..
this daughter’s dairy..
Devoid of Victoria glorification
Wish ..i should take,,
A rebirth in your throne..
To retribute
for the identity earned
What a pity!
Your Gifts
Can never be returned
How ignoramus I’m?
To retribute for your Greatness!

I am as delicate as an angel...
Yet,i fade each and every sec...
For I'm jaded with
Blades around my world..
I scurry and hunt for panacea...
Alas! all In vain...
And i'm awake at night...waiting
To get over the tunnel journey...


(I wrote this poem based on 3WWW , words being delicate,jaded and night)

A Day With My Friend....

Our day…
Starts with a smile…
And a quick prattle
I part my knitted dreams..
And fly high…
Thoughts pop in
scrawler creeps in
Share my quest for
The way to success…
I grumble for the
Misfortunes encountered…
And sheds briny tears
Lastly gets up with
A crystal mind.
I can be at my pace..
And even feel proud
For the challenges met..
I chat.on and on..
Away from the crowd..
Without any fake smiles.
To crown all
I can be myself!
Nothing can prevent
My friendship with…SOLITUDE
Indeed the best friend one can ever have!
…

Sequel To Voice Of A Dying Friend

We have become alien
Its been months..since
We Spoke to each other
The feeling of betrayal
Is killing me each and every moment
The confrontation is
Taking my life.
Let us try to settle
Our accounts..and wind up..

I stretched out my hand.
To make u smile.
But you gifted me tears …
Erpetually u chained me
With your possessiveness
Obsessions&Fear
Today you slack time
To wave hands
And I live in an eternal phanthom
That you will reciprocate
This scrawler’s scribble.
I drew a portrait of you
As a synonym of friendship
But you crushed..
Me into pieces.
I have fallen down..
Yet I shall pave way..
For you to rise from my fall…

Count Me..i’ll serve as a Beacon
Whenever in despair..
Look at me and Proudly Proclaim
"My CONFIDANTE abide afar
Yet she is Near to me”
Forever I wish to be one step head…
Indeed the scores can never be settled.