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Heart losing all alone

Losing, running
Heart beats till the dawn,
Catching up with the rush,
Alas! I’m left all alone.

Isolated, crying–
Crying till the dawn.
Alas! I’m left all alone.

Millions of voices
I hear–
One following the curls,
Other, running out of fear.

But the heart fails
Every time–
To catch up with the rush,
Beats are tired,
Leaving me all alone.
Alas! They’re crying till the dawn.

Isolated, surrounded by rush–
I hear people crying till the dawn.
Alas! All are left alone.

Heart losing all alone
Losing all alone

About “Heart losing all alone”

Maya Angelou‘s poem “Alone”, basically inspired me. She wrote how technology is making us isolated. And I wrote how life has turned into a rush. And everyone is alone in this rush.

Love,

Mistella

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”
Image credit- pixabay

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,

Mistella🙂

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.

Image credit- Pixabay
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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Love,
Mistella ❤️

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