An Eternal Bond
Though it never wanted any fame,
Coz it’s itself enough with its intense name.
A bond fabricated with infinite chain,
Yeah! a chain like a running train.
It always starts from sharing a table talk,
To that falling step and lessons by him of every walk.
Sacrificing his needs to fulfill mine was always his way,
......
Fallen leaves
A lack of green
My brush strokes on the canvas
I paint the sands in all it's Tanness
Cactus thorns and rows of corn
Snow and rain
Confusing pain
Light with no sun and Laughter with no fun
I'm not understanding
Trees in the sand
......
These bricks tell the story of erstwhile house, through the cavities they now own
The walls stoop to let the nostalgia scoop,
The banyan tree creeped ,to make the house its story squeak.
Father burried his dreams, for his children who were his gleam,
The house was build with his hardships as the foundation,
He stood on his feet to let the building complete,
It was inexact, it was incomplete for the need of cash,
He continued his travails, to let his children and the puppy prevail.
......
They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
......
How does one monetize an emotion?
Trading raw truths in a marketplace of feelings,
Where every vulnerability wears a price tag,
Every confession a coin.
I lay bare my joy’s
The laughter that dances like sunlight,
And the sorrows, dark as night,
Offering them up as wares crafted from my soul.
......
Fallen leaves
A lack of green
My brush strokes on the canvas
I paint the sands in all it's Tanness
Cactus thorns and rows of corn
Snow and rain
Confusing pain
Light with no sun and Laughter with no fun
I'm not understanding
Trees in the sand
......
As summer fades and days grow cold,
Autumn paints the world anew.
Marks the transition from the warmth of summer
To the vibrant colours of mother nature.
In nature's embrace, serenity found,
Rumbling leaves make a sound.
The leaves of the trees begin to descend,
......
The last leaf of the tree
Never falls
Even when all rest
Are gone
But maybe I was wrong
And so it fell
Not with the wind—
But with a silent farewell.
They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
......
How does one monetize an emotion?
Trading raw truths in a marketplace of feelings,
Where every vulnerability wears a price tag,
Every confession a coin.
I lay bare my joy’s
The laughter that dances like sunlight,
And the sorrows, dark as night,
Offering them up as wares crafted from my soul.
......