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Friendship (A Poem)- #Fiends-#Poem-#Mistella

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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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Mistella ❤️

Fear of Dreams (A Poem)

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.

So many memories she held,
So many questions she had.
Every time her love was misspelled
And made him call her a “mad”.
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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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With loads of love,


Hollow heads (A Poem)- #Nonet- #poetrychallange

Hollow heads hanging on the strawmen,
When knocked, sound like den, and chaos
hidden, but no room for light
To fight the battle with
darkness. Hearts grappling
with gloom, each day
Brought with

Hearts grappling
with gloom, each day
Come with
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About the Poem “Hollow heads”

This poetry is written in Nonet form. It’s not too long as you can see. Let me make some of the points clear about this poetry.

Hollow heads” are the heads of humans.
The word “den” refers to a secret place where some horrible idea is cooked.
Chaos” because our world has nothing to do with peace!

Light” is actually the light of knowledge. It’s not about information, but actual knowledge.
Darkness” is, of course the absence of this knowledge

Effigies come with gay” means humans are born each day. They have been referred to “effigies” because of the reason I have mentioned earlier.

Again interpreting the poem is totally left over you. I think you can understand my views and build your own too.

Taking part in Colleen’s poetry challenge. This time it’s synonyms only! This is my first attempt.

Her two prompt words are Empty and Space. My form of poetry is Nonet.

And my synonyms are Hollow and Room.

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When I see these Wrinkles (A Poem)

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.

This mirror annoys me
The most, when I see,
A wrinkled hand
Which once played with sand.
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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 second stanza, the mirror shows his wrinkled hand. 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 third stanza, “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 fourth stanza, the “landlord” is his son.

In the last stanza, 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.

Mistella ❤️

All the Way through Pain and Joy (A Poem)

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.

It was He who bore
The joy of pain–
Turning into a snow tomb,
He chose to be a gain.
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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 second stanza, “these eyes” refer to eyes of humankind.

Here, “He” refers to Jesus Christ. He is considered to be a symbol of suffering. He bore pain for humankind. But humankind do not deserve it.

In the third stanza, I have used “joy of pain“. By this I meant that he bore the pain joyfully. Thinking it would be a new life to the mankind.

The closing stanza is an imagination. How he might have felt. “Hours of lead” means time which doesn’t pass easily. Mechanical feet 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! (A Poem)

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.

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..
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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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With love,


To You, My Childhood (A Poem)

‘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
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.

“Sansar me tere loot machi
Aur jaan ke pad gaye lale
Ab rok janam ki chakki re
Sanasar chalane wale
Kaal pada hai roti ka aur
Duniya badhati jaye..”
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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.

I still hear Ek pyar ka nagma
And what we call trending songs
Would be my last resort.
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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 free verse.

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 (A Poem)

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, “blackish fellows” 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 stanza by stanza:

Stanza 1
Fire – a pure spirit.

Stanza 2
Rock – symbolizes stability.
Stairway – symbolizes a path to reach god.

Stanza 3
Wind – again symbolizes a pure spirit like fire.

Stanza 4
Baptism – symbol of salvation.
Washing hands – symbolizes innocence.
Covering head – symbolizes submission or compelling to obey.
God’s face – a symbol of the presence of divine powers.

Stanza 5
Lift hands – a state of doing prayer or a “namaskar” position out of respect (in this context).

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Two blackish fellows on the canvas
Rest like a tiger–

Search for the romance

These were the biblical symbols 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 romantic imagery 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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Life of a Modern Man (A Poetry)

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.

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My life is like a fading star,
Oh! The sun is about to come.

About the Poem “Life of a Modern Man”

The poem is a satire on modern life. We work till morning, stay awake at night. Modern men 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. Modern men 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 modern men, 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 (A Poetry)

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.

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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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