Poem describing a man, who in his childhood, just to earn money went in wrong direction. Now with hopes he’s trying hard to make life better, to fulfil his dreams.
To the struggle we do, to the fights we have to win, happiness and hopes are must. But, finding true happiness is what takes up the time.
Defining my state, my need of bluebird(happiness) in my life and how it is far and nearby to the seeker and how life and signs give me hope to not to give up finding it 🙂
A poem of confidence. Power-up your soul and don’t let anyone crush you and your dreams. Get motivated by this enlightening poem and set goals for your success path.
I’m lost in this poolof strong negative energyit pulls me from the cosy mindsaying “there’s a surprise”not actually telling methe terms and conditions applied.Being naive, with amaze, I always accept this surprisethinking of getting some productive thoughtsBut as soon as I touch the surpriseit feels like I’m trying to swimin the pool full of negativity.At some random… Read more Pool of negative energy
A poem depicting what happens when one loses friends or better to say fake people. How the power of feelings, trust change and mind asks to be emotionless.
One of my most negative work with a piece of suggestion and sorry at the end.
20th March 1976, Chester Bennington was born. Unfortunately, this lovable person, an amazing singer left us on 20th July 2017 but, Chester’s voice is immortal. On account of his 43rd birthday, I’m sharing a poem(woven through the title of his songs) I wrote as a tribute to this legend.
Happy birthday Chester!
We celebrate women’s day, father’s day, independence day, etc. only for a day, why? Why do we forget their presence rest of the year?
Here’s a poem for today’s “Women’s day” and more , to know why everyday is a day of celebration.
Life is a mirror, what we do, how we perform defines our thoughts and reflects to the world.
Here’s a poem to relate life with the physics of light, refraction, reflection and mirror.
Going school was the best part of life. Back then I collected lots of memories. Maheshwari Public School is a major missing in my life, especially the teachers and friends.
Here’s a poem depicting the memories.