Listen, listen to my beating heart It has learnt the expression art Hear, hear my bold manly voice It has learnt the speech to rejoice Look, look at my confident eyes They have learnt adjustment to rise Yes I have overcome the dreadful time The time of hardships and loneliness
At times heart became hard and stony At times voice became shrill and uncanny At times eyes became wet and slimy At times I felt unreal and dreamy When failure tended to evolve All easy equation tended to remain unsolved But me, the winner made these a practice shield And moved for the quest of treasury field.
Today I write to express, the emotions deep Today I run to climb, the future so steep Today I stop to learn, from the past heap Today I walk to think, how can I reap The sweetest fruit of the precious life The dearest mate to avoid strife Because life is not a waste, it’s a gift And we should not skit while we drift
This piece calls to the bravehearts today Who have overcome the vagaries yesterday Like a lone survived soldier of the war Arrested and assaulted with abused lore But never left the hope to return and live With wife and children in his home hive I congratulate those, for returning to who you are I congratulate those, for dragging your lost race so far
It is not winning or losing the race that matters It is the faith and knowing own capabilities that matters The fight with dreadful time has surely ignited a power to live And taught not to lose ever like a coward without a risky dive This power will be carried on as experience in future tussles And will help to win if not won in this race, without muscles So wishing good luck and bright strong future ahead Always fight, learn, adjust and help your change to spread.
I am a college student with enormous energy to talk and act. I was in class three when I first wrote a story although it lacked traces of reality. It consisted of my imagination and rhymes. My parents were oblivious to the fact that I can write poems and stories, as I am a very secretive person. It was during my 12th standard examination when one of the invigilators found me of my scribbling on my question paper, a piece pertaining to the incidents of the Examination Hall. Since it consisted of blatant, ugly truths of the prevailing scenario of the Hall, I was reported to the Principal and my parents were summoned. That was how for the first time my parents came to know that I have a knack towards writing. I was censured, but simultaneously the externals did pat my back. And that's where I was propagated to take my writing seriously. It was my seat of Inception to Revelation of my Being through poems. It was an inexpressible feeling where I was chided as well as praised by my Principal Sir. This is why I kept on writing what ever popped up in my mind and penned down my thoughts about my family, nature, parents, feelings and even animals. I am not a poet by birth but I am a poet by situation. I love to write poems as they are my best means of expression and my pen is my best comrade.
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