I live today in your memoirs Some courage, an unknown strength, your words breathe into me And though you lie cold and dead You manage to make me emulate Your treaded path, your valued thoughts Your life which you led carefree Each step you took built me up What I am today, what I reflect And though there is pain around I remember those words you said to me Life can never be the same always It rises and falls, it prods and stalls Yet whatever it is – with all its hues Life is beautiful indeed.
Preeti Govada is a freelance writer and poet. Born and brought up in Hyderabad, she’s done her MBA in Human relations and currently resides at Mumbai with her husband and son. She’s currently working on her upcoming book which is a collection of short stories. She loves observing people around her and integrating their experiences into her short stories and poetry. Besides dabbling at cooking, she enjoys travelling, browsing the internet, reading and spending time with her family. If you’d like to connect with her, you can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
To conquer my desire, I chose to battle alone. Armed with hope, Strength and courage Holding weapons of determination and perseverance Struggled, fought till the last blood sheds But.. Lost!!!!Defeated!!! People say “Life is like licking honey off a thorn”….Yes
The sun is now hiding its light And hope is fading in the darkness of the night Tears fell from your weary eyes Holding back the hardships in your heart I can tell it with your sigh. Teardrops glitter in
You heard what you wanted to hear You felt what you wanted to feel You ignored all the evidence to the contrary And resigned yourself to the fates But what you did not see Was the turmoil that started it
They’ve got their arms up in in the air while she is tossing her her coloured hair If you’re going put in her a chair then she’s somewhat debonair But come stage time and she’s jiving from stair to stair
I’m a prisoner -A prisoner of my mind. I can’t be free. I can’t be me. Locked in by anxiety, interrogated by insecurity, and depression is barricading the door. With no room to breathe, I can feel my lungs collapse