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.
I haven’t been able to sleep. What you said, perhaps just offhandedly, perhaps not really caring at all, has me wide awake lost in those silly impossible dreams and longings that overtake my being so often. You cannot know how
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.