A genre of poetry originated in Italy, Sonnet is a poem of fourteen lines that follows a strict rhyme scheme and specific structure. William Shakespeare being the father of Sonnets, this poetic form is written in iambic pentameter, where an unstressed syllable is followed by a stressed syllable five times. The rhyme scheme in a Shakespearean sonnet is a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g; the last two lines being a rhyming couplet. Though sonnets have come a long way, they still have the charm of an old poetic pattern that’s wonderful to read.
Something is just not right, When I roam these places.. Only thing that’s in my sight; The same weary faces…. Indifference to what’s going on, Every where the same problem.. What we had it’s gone, And not even a trace
I wish I was, A part of your lie… I wish we were, Together tonight…. In your ignorance, To somewhere you fly… Never changing, Always ready for fight… Loneliness engulfed me here, Though you kept in touch.. Hope awaits but
Hurt, broken and lied to, Just the way this world goes… How selfish people have become, Their actions alone shows… There might be a handful, Kind, caring and nice… But the pressure being intense, ‘Goodness’ pays its price… But still
Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter