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Love (An Etheree)

Who’s serving
This charm to it.
Glowy mornings stir
Bubbling desires to stay
As a shade of its spectrum,
Spreading all the colours it has,
While the sunbeams falling on its face
With an elegance never seen before.


This is a part of Colleen’s poetry challenge. Prompts for this Tuesday’s poetry challenge are Spell and Treat. As theme is Synomyms only, we chose the words Charm and Serve.

Also, the challenge was to write a poetry in the specified forms only. So we thought to write an Etheree.
Before you think what’s Etheree now, let us help you.

Etheree is a poetic form with 10 lines and it’s syllable count increases by one with each proceeding line.

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Amidst the Fight (A Poem)

Amidst the fight,
Fight for the vote bank,
Fight for a throne-like-chair,
A part of society,
A part of this planet,
Is left aside,
Crying and beging,
Fighting and shouting.

Amidst the riots,
Riots of hindu and muslim,
Riots on cow slaughtering,
A part of society,
A part of this planet,
Is sliced-off,
Quivering and stammering,
Weakening and dying.

A mother is beaten,
A father suicides,
A son drops out of his school,
A daughter is raped.
But is this part of society,
Not made to be shaped?

Amidst the achievements,
Achievements in space,
Achievements in wars,
A part of society,
A part of this planet,
Is kept apart,
Far off the upheavals,
Far off the race,
For this part of society,
Seems to have no face.

Unaware of the tricks and intrigues,
This innocent part of society,
Finds temporary solutions as a panacea,
And stumbles across the whole life,
For our politics never let it know its real “problem”,
For which it needs to strife.

This part of society,
Hence, should learn a lesson.
It needs to remember
What it has been through.
And need not share
Its so-called master’s view.

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Search yourself (Not a Poem)

My pen and hands were quite,
Searching for something to write.
Suddenly I heard a voice,
Sounding immature, but wise.
To find yourself,
is like searching for clothes in a bookshelf.

I couldn’t stop myself of taking a glimpse of the person on the street,
I quickly went to remove the curtain of the window,
which opens at the street.
I peeped out of the window,
but the moment I heard the voice,
was fleet.

I saw two children sitting on the mound of sand kept in a corner,
competing to search for the stone inside the sand.
On seeing the eagerness and speed of their hands,
I tried to convince myself,
that the voice was not their’s.

I just wished to match the voice which I heard,
with that of the one of them.
But no one can be as cunning as the god,
they didn’t utter even a word after that.
And again I kept on searching myself!!

Keep searching yourself, never settle!

It may not be called a poetry. But it’s something which came out of my head on its own. So I thought to share it, still don’t know what is it!

Hope you like it and find yourself. Keep searching and don’t settle.

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The Ultimate Pleasure of Life (A Poem)

Hello dear readers! Our existence is nothing but a paradox of “life“. Isn’t it? Sometimes, we really find pleasure in what we achieve, but have we ever noticed what this pleasure resembles?

The sparkle of those crackers

Am I right?

Let’s find the ultimate pleasure of life. Here I have composed a small poetry on what we are and what we are meant to be.

Hope you like it:)

Let’s choose the “road not taken”
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The Poem “The Ultimate Pleasure of Life”

Miles have been walked,
miles are still to be stalked.
Let’s come out of these dilemmas
and escape out of these undesired commas.

Millions have been thrilled,
millions are still to be killed.
Let’s rush to the peak
before we lose the chance to speak.

Stop walking hand in hand,
stop capturing your footprints on sand.
Let’s just lose the patience
before our identity requires an evidence.

Even though we are dying,
even though we are crying.
Our eyes and ears are closed
as we’ve to keep the truth unexposed.

Never believe the warmth of the sun,
never laugh at the moments of fun.
Just trust your cursed existence
which should be the only reason for subsistence.

Illusion is your status,
illusion is this plumpness due to flatus.
Escape out of this paradox of life
which leads to a never-ending path of strife.

Pleasure is when you gift your smile,
pleasure is when beggars keep your file.
Let’s live those moments which were partaken,
let’s just choose the “Road Not Taken”.

Hope it pleased you somehow:)

All I meant to say is:

Choose wisely as your happiness is key to the door of your aim.”

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With lots of Love,


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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If you want to know more about Nonets, visit Colleen’s blog.
Here’s the link to it👇



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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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Mistella ❤️

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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