"The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood."– Jean Cocteau
Thought of the Day
Tag: #poetries
Delusional Illusion
I held on to my imaginationThe words that were never said,Actions were enough to scream its existenceI thought of the colour of love as red, Now that I see it all in serendipityOnly then I can see,I was captivated by a blurred visionThe vision that wore a shining armour mirroring me, The girl stood in [...]
The Colour of my Dream
What's the colour of your dream?Is it yellow, pink, green or blackOr is it simply white, like a canvas that's blank? Is it Pacific with a depth of an ocean,Or simply azureLike a boundless sky? Is it Amber with a warmth of an autumnOr simply GoldenLike a molten gild? Is it Jade with a richness [...]
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that [...]
My Mysterious Muse
I scribbled this thinking about you,And how if you were a novel,An adventure of sadness and happiness,Woven together like a love lost in heaven, You would remind me of the stars and galaxiesThe constellations and caffeine,Full of pages holding mysteries,Making me laugh and cry at the same time, You would smell like history with a [...]
The Fuming Flare
Settling my hopesWith the setting skyHolding preservance by my side, I froze my desiresFor the time being,As my thoughts meltedUnder the warmth of theGodly Bling! Such is the glamourOf the sinking Fireball,It glistens and glittersThe liquidMaking the oceans shine along, Changing the huesOf the skies above it,Shimmering the soothing shadesThrough the whistling waves,With every passing [...]
For all the Bearded Men out there!
Some five o'clock shadowsSome with a stubble,Some clean shaven brats,Some rock it inBandholz rubble, A goatee stands outBalbo dazzles,Imperial comesBack in townSideburns are the newRustling razzles, May it be in circleOr a flourishing fullNo matter the beard typeChivalry willContinue to rule! - Swati Prakash
My Muse – My Rhythm, My Blues
A dire dilemmaSurfaced my thoughtsCombined with distressMy words toppledAnd were lost In the depthsOf the UniverseA little pixie with more dustUnknown to my eyeThe bestial let alone the unjust My fingers fell silentHands felt numbMy mindA chamber of thoughtsRan over by a hurricane Putting pen to paperHad never been worstMind, a cistern full of thoughtsEagerly [...]
The Boundless Horizon
A tale toldIn yonks,Narrated yet again, Putting soul intoThe Immortals,Animism disdained, A tale betweenThe Sky,And howThe Earth belowStanding ten feet high, With a cracking crowOf a magpie,Were jinxed and cursedBy an Evil Eye, "Let's rip apart", saidThe Sky,Seamlessly slidingAcross the UniverseStretching far and wide, Over the mountains,And the oceans that glide,Screaming it's existenceSitting light years [...]
The Writer’s Tip
If you find yourself awake at 3am,struggling to sleep becauseyour mind is over thinking You might be a writer, If you fall for wordsbecause of what they meanwhen they roll off your mind, You might be a writer, If you sacrifice hoursonly to come up with somethingthat gives justice to your imagination You might be [...]
