The way these roots hold the soil, You are my soul in this life of toil. Look at those stars whose beauty never fades of scars. Our affection too, is a message to send to the rivals whose humanity has come to an end.
The warmth of your shade can never ever fade, for the sun can only heat the vengeance, with which, no quarter has got the time to meet.
Cover my sight with your palm and I will cover yours, for these faces are terrible and their voice just roars. Hold me so tightly that we can ram the wild beast coming out of us and trying to engulf this beauty, that so far, we together, have pieced.
Today’s poem is dedicated to friendship. We make friends throughout the life. But that one friend can never be out of the list.
Friendship is not always being together, hanging out. But it’s a feeling which stays forever, no matter where you are!
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She didn’t sleep of the fear of dreams. As she woke up, pushed her bed, Walked away to see those shiny beams Of sunlight through the curtains of the shed.
Her hands joined to pray her god, Her eyes closed to wish for those gleams Which he saw in her eyes and owed His life to their shine in his dreams.
Oh! Lovely were those days, Lovely were those tears Which were wiped in their ways And challenged all the fears.
So many memories she held, So many questions she had. Every time her love was misspelled And made him call her a “mad”.
Humble was her request, Humbly do she asked, “Why can’t you come and quest Together our dreams which have still not passed?”
Situations were her inspiration, Situations became her enemies. “Love’s all alike” was her motivation, Love became her disease.
Again, I had written this poem long ago. But I thought I should post it today. This actually intends to say that we should love people. But this love should never make us inferior before them. Our emotions can destroy us! But when it’s balanced, the same love appears to be a motivation. So try making your love a reason behind your success.
Hope you people like this poem and learn to control your emotions, for the emotions have become the greatest enemy of the humans nowadays!
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When I look at him, With his track suit, Leaving for the gym, I remember how I walked for miles Holding your hand, Crossing thousands of Niles.
This mirror annoys me The most, when I see, A wrinkled hand Which once played with sand. It could hold it in a fist But now it hurts the nerve near the wrist.
I dare not go to that park Which once used to be our home. That pond is now shelter for a shark Which swallows wrinkled fellows like me.
None of those couples are seen Anymore, for long that I have been To that world where you don’t live And my landlord, he’s no hours for me, to give.
We may meet soon ‘coz every hour feels like a noon. Even you look blurred to me And you know, I’m left with nothing else to see.
About the Poem ” When I see these Wrinkles”
This poem is all about elderly or aged people. Our speaker is one of them. Let me make some of the lines clear to you.
First of all, this elderly wrinkled man is talking to his wife’s photograph. She isn’t alive anymore. But he has nobody to talk with. So he talks to her, even though she can’t reply.
In the first stanza, the one who is leaving for the gym is the speaker’s son. When he sees him every morning, he remembers his past with his wife.
In the secondstanza, the mirror shows his wrinkledhand. He hates this as it makes him feel about his ageing. “Hurts the nerves near the wrist” refers to the pressure he applies to hold time. But nobody can hold it ever. “Sand” has been to refer time.
In the thirdstanza, “shark” means the speaker doesn’t have the courage to go to that place. He is ashamed of his wrinkles. It feels embarrassing to sit around young people.
In the fourthstanza, the “landlord” is his son.
In the laststanza, I have tried to show his worsening health condition. Hours feel like “noon” because it feels the most tiresome and longest part of a day.
You can understand the rest poem on your own. I think I have explained it today, way more than before.
Why this Poem today?
The purpose behind writing this poem was different today. I wanted to bring out the life of our grandparents and elderly people into light.
In India, the population of the elderly is growing rapidly. It is emerging as a serious area of concern. Their vulnerability is due to their dependence. They depend on their children who are young. When these children do not meet their expectations, they feel isolated.
According to the 2001 census, 33.1 percent of the elderly in India live without their spouses.
The widowers among older men form 14.9 percent. Also, 50.1 percent are widows among elderly women. Lack of economic dependence has an impact on their access to food, clothing, and healthcare.
Let’s not make their wrinkles, a stigma for them.
That is what, I have tried to highlight in the poem. Hope you like it. Let me know in the comments. And subscribe for more poems.
All the way through Pain and joy– You chalk out a path Meant to destroy.
After great pains Outlived by Him– Heart chose to question– Why not these eyes look dim?
It was He who bore The joy of pain– Turning into a snow tomb, He chose to be a gain.
Looking back to those Hours of lead– Mechanical feet on wooden path First, might have felt numb– Then, would have prayed To be alive, and then– To be dead.
About the Poem ” All the Way through Pain and Joy”
This poem is not too long. But its meaning, I need to explain.
So the poem is about pain and joy as you already know. Also, there is a path where pain and joy, all are destroyed. This path is chosen by ourselves. For example- If you have a lots of money at this moment, you’ll try to get more. Ultimately, a day will come when this money won’t fascinate you. It wouldn’t be able to provide joy that it used to give earlier.
Same happens with pain. It also has to destroy. Whatever we, as human, feel, has to be destroyed soon. Because our feelings are materialistic, either joy or pain.
In the secondstanza, “theseeyes” refer to eyes of humankind.
Here, “He” refers to JesusChrist. He is considered to be a symbol of suffering. He bore pain for humankind. But humankind do not deserve it.
In the thirdstanza, I have used “joyofpain“. By this I meant that he bore the pain joyfully. Thinking it would be a new life to the mankind.
The closingstanza is an imagination. How he might have felt. “Hoursoflead” means time which doesn’tpass easily. Mechanicalfeet imply numbness.
All I wanted to convey through the poem was, Christ’s pain and joy were not materialistic. He lived and and suffered being selfless. But we are not worth his sacrifices.
Rest, I think you are smart enough to understand on your own. I expect you to always think as you want. Poems can’t be interpreted in just one way. They are actually opinions, which vary with people.
So find a new aspect of these lines, as I always say!
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Oh dear love! I hear the two toddlers, caring for each other like coddlers. I see them wrangling for no reason And their love growing every season. How they pretend to be grown-up but are scared of getting their joy blown-up.
Oh dear love! I hear the two teenagers Promising to protect their love from dangers. I see them filling the gap of their fingers And walking with the voice of untrained singers. How they pretend to be fearless, But are thinking to prove their love peerless.
Oh dear love! I hear the two adults Departing to get the better results. I see them crying from inside And somewhere those promises have died. How they pretend to be clueless But trying to stay tearless.
Oh dear love! I want to hear the two oldies Celebrating a couple of centuries With their love And this world, singing like a dove As a tribute to their victory. I want to see them holding each other and unveiling their mystery.
Oh dear love! I want to hear some people Talking about a couple. I want to see them smiling Inside a tomb which is beguiling. How they pretend to be dead But are on a break, sharing the heaven’s bed.
About the Poem “Oh Dear Love!”
I don’t think I need to explain this poem today. Well, it’s a poem which I had written long ago. I am posting it today, hope you enjoy it!
Honestly, I don’t consider this poem being completely romantic. But, it presents an essence of pure love, which is eternal. Situations vary, people vary, but this is what, can never change! Even after the people are gone, their story remains alive somewhere in words, papers, books etc.
Okay, I can’t stop myself of asking you, whether you have found such a couple or you too, believe that they only remain in stories?? It would be great to see your views in comments.
We’ll see you soon. Take care and stay happy till the last hope!
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‘Twas a time when there was no YouTube after 11:00 P.M. And on holidays, silence until 8:00. I sat on my little red chair watching The Ramayan on Doordarshan with elders, discussing the story Behind the incarnation. I waited for Saturdays and Sundays To watch the children program Which made me stick to the screen, don’t fascinate me anymore.
We also had a radio which brought us Songs of Lata ji and stories of Manto, What we call now 50s song but when I listened Late at night from the radio beside my grandpa, I heard Lata, Kishore and sometimes Manna Dey sing Chunariya katati jaye, Closing lines of which I see as today’s truth. It was just a song Back then.
Though being a Z generation kid, My childhood was Filled with black and whites And classics. Though, I didn’t enjoy Ramayan. Daily soaps still not attract me. My grandpa’s radio made me Love the lyrics of 50s Whose meaning I didn’t understand as a child.
I miss the world where all I knew Was running upstairs On power cuts at night. I miss the world where my grandma revealed How stars told them the time Before clocks came.
Now I know, Some part of you remain The way it was As a child. No matter how you change Your likes or dislikes For the sake of this world, For I still hear Ek pyar ka nagma And what we call trending songs Would be my last resort.
About the Poem “To you, My Childhood”
This poem is not just a nostalgia. It’s actually a measurement of change. What we used to enjoy as a song, is now a reality.
In the second stanza, I have mentioned Manna Dey’s song.
If you can see, this is actually what we see today.
Another theme of this poem is of course nostalgia. Everyone of us miss the innocent days of childhood.
Introducing my grandma in the poem was meant to show experience. Even though they didn’t know as much as we know today, their experience made them rich.
Then the closing stanzas of my poem are dedicated to another aspect. The environment that we experience in our childhood has an everlasting effect.
That was all I had to say about this poem. You can’t find any rhyme or meter today, for it has been written in freeverse.
Again I would like you dig out a new meaning of the lines on your own. Remember your childhood days. Look around and see what has changed. Ask yourself, how your childhood world has influenced your present.
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Two blackish fellows on the canvas Rest like a tiger– You may have met them– remember their fire?
They turn the canvas into rock– A stairway spotted often– And never shifts to shock It’s respondent, until a knock–
They like to play On the canvas of their host– Yet when a teenager, on my way– I painted my canvas each day, Ignoring the presence of these blackish fellows– But now when they blink, my heart swallows The wind they exhaust.
The baptism they do With their washing hands– My heart, Covering its head– Feels the God’s face.
Several of such fellows I know, black, brown– All of them renown. But none of their host Can make me lift my hands– And none can transport My ecstasy, which expands– With the white canvas, every day, I see.
About the Poem ” Two Blackish Fellows”
Well you may find it a bit difficult to be understood. So I will try to make it little easier.
Let’s forget who the speaker is, a male or a female. All you need to do is know the meaning of the symbols that I have used in today’s poem.
So, “blackishfellows” are two eyes on the “canvas“. This canvas is of course a face because they are resting on it like a “tiger”.
There are some symbols whose inferences are from the Bible. That’s why it’s my duty to make them clear. But while doing this, I again won’t explain the whole poem! This is because I want you to interpret it your self. You should relate it your life.
Okay, I will go stanzaby stanza:
Stanza1 Fire – a pure spirit.
Stanza2 Rock – symbolizes stability. Stairway – symbolizes a path to reach god.
Stanza3 Wind – again symbolizes a pure spirit like fire.
Stanza4 Baptism – symbol of salvation. Washinghands – symbolizes innocence. Coveringhead – symbolizes submission or compelling to obey. God’sface – a symbol of the presence of divine powers.
Stanza5 Lifthands – a state of doing prayer or a “namaskar” position out of respect (in this context).
Search for the romance
These were the biblicalsymbols which I have used today. I know this poem is not written in simple language. But if poems were simple, anybody can take a pen and make a rhyme. Because of this reason, I wanted to test whether I can go beyond the rhymes.
That’s why I thought to do something different with my poem today. Hope you find a meaning which is relatable to you. It’s because you can find a new aspect of my work.
By the way, let me tell you what if you can relate it. You’re gonna get a quite romanticimagery of a person. For instance, if you have a loved one, then you can also imagine the face of that person.
Alright readers, as I have tried my best to explain the symbols, so rest is up to you!
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Sunrise through the curtain, The world, yawning to a life. Though the day is uncertain, Its night will cut like a knife.
This pencil which draws mansions, Went to sleep at five. Now it’s seven and no pretensions Will help until it stays alive.
These papers were hurt badly Till the sharpness turned blunt, And now the wounds are staring sadly, For today, the rest parts will be hunt.
These walls have forgotten my face, They ran to bite me last night. But I don’t dare to give up this race, Though my home is loosing my sight.
Some close ones are far Waiting for my welcome. But my life is a fading star, Oh! The sun is about to come.
About the Poem “Life of a Modern Man”
The poem is a satire on modernlife. We work till morning, stay awake at night. Modernmen has forgotten to live, we just exist.
I have started the poem with a man who is about to welcome a new day. But like most of us, he also hates mornings. He gives examples of the hardships of pencil and paper. But actually, he indirectly expresses his own problems.
I’ve ended the poem with a stanza where the man is expressing himself. The man says that his loved ones are very far. He can’t go back to his home because he lacks the courage. Modernmen dare not give up the race.
I think I am explaining too much. It will make you loose interest in the lines. But I must explain the closing line.
This man was expressing his grief. But suddenly, he remembers that it’s late again and the morning is about to come.
Being modernmen, we all live like this. We neither dare to take risk, nor can we enjoy the hardships. Don’t you think so?
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You never know when the sun Hides itself behind the clouds, You never know which morning will turn Into a day of assembled shrouds.
Though you can see the sky Changing colours each parting day, You may not ask a “why” And run out of all your gay.
Like the day parting from its night, You may have to part your ways, Every memory looses its sight, And you may also loose these days.
You may have to burst these bonds, Which cold human hands have wrought, And this hollow chain absconds Away, to let you meet again, in thought.
You never know how it may end, All the sparks may fade When the divine will send A freedom from all this cage. You never know you see dreams being made, Too early, too late.. You never know at which age.
About the Poem “You Never know”
Coming to the poem, you might have found that its tone is quite pessimistic at the beginning. But then, I have tried to make it hopeful in the end.
I have ended it with a reference to death. I will tell you why. This is because death is not just a loss of life, but a freedom. We are living in a cage of this mortal world and death is the freedom which all of us deserve.
I won’t explain the whole poem line by line. I want you to interpret it your own way. It may happen that what I was thinking while writing is just one aspect. You may find some other meaning too. I mean the other aspect of my poem.
Let me know in the comments how did you interpret these lines. Let me know what meaning did you conclude:)
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