Poetry

Life

Symphony of Life
The synonym of humanity
That is lost today
We are hollow and stuffed
Non-religious with religious tags
Divided on the basis of land
Color, race, and language, forgetting
We are made of clay which is nothing, but dust
By misfortune, from head to toe
We are divided and discriminated
Our advisor’s advice doesn’t work
Our counselor’s counseling is nothing
Because they are divided and believe in division
I’m happy because this time
Man can’t blame anyone else
Everything is happening due to his own will
One day fundamentalism will come to end
That day you will see bloom’s smile

Beauty

Her roaring sound
Her staring lion eyes
Anger is the part of her beauty
Her cascade down head
Her pinkish bluffing cheeks
Shy is the part of her beauty
Her scattered quiet talks
Her unsaid accepted words
Silence is the part of her beauty
Her unfocused dejected vibes
Her un-viewed devil billow
Ignorance is the part of her beauty
Her night mail wishes
Her dear one bliss prayers
Care is the part of her beauty
Her goodness towards others
Her equality for everyone
Love is the part of her beauty
Her firm faith in Almighty
Her strong positive thoughts
Patience is the part of her beauty
Her soft and large giving heart
Her forgotten scared heart of folk’s unkindness
Kindness is the part of her beauty

Borne for

You know
what‟s the loveliest thing a human can feel?
when you just stay silent
and the person in front of you
understands everything by looking at your face
and makes you comfortable in every possible way
you know, who are they?
ones you‟ reborne for.

The Ocean Of Love

-and when we fell
in love;
it felt like jumping
into an ocean with no bottom
where the true lovers never stop
going down.
-and when you confessed
your love for me;
I felt like flying
over the verge of heavens
with beautiful white wings
that kept me up in the air of love
even if I stopped moving them.

The Queen Of My Poetry-

The queen of my poetry

I met, out of imaginations;
tearing the clouds
of darkness, she emerged,
and appeared as the sun rises
to kill the longest night.
Oh! Her light
had no rays to annoy
my eyes, rather, the unusual
warmth melted
the icebergs of the painful
memories covering
my heart for many years.
Oh! Gorgeous enough,
she was, to not fit
into my worthless poems
that depict her
and people admire.
To harmonize my verses
with her beauty,
I have to wait for the words,
upon me, to be bestowed
from divine treasures;
If not, no longer a poet I am.
I am a poet no more.

Ashes of love

letters
When the fire dies,
We burn.
In between,
Ashes of our love
letters,
Our love breathes
again.

Rambling Thoughts

Wandering in the breezes of grief,
Touching the sky of belief yet hiding my connotations in the
the darkness of fields.
I’m dwelling here for you.
Leaving footsteps to instruct you,
You are here but
barely behold me
around you.
It’s wrapping me
in the knots of
skirmishes.
Enduring life in an
original manner,
Jotting down
dreams with the
letters of gold
I’m lost in the
ocean of miseries.
Now my blood is receiving the wicked flow,
Covering the scars with dignity,
Scratching down the numbness of the skin,
Inhaling woes through the lungs
Inscribing death spells
Drowning in the loop of existential angst
-Let’s pull out the glitter from every wound, let that blood turn
into the spark that will flicker with an eternity to leave the
marks.

Originally published at http://notionpresscomreadthephoenixonice.wordpress.com on September 29, 2021.