Night (draft)

Hand in hand, grasped tightly,
Through the mellows and the fields,
Looking above in the darkened sky
With the stars sparkling bright
Making it the perfect night.
The warm breathes of lovers
silently collide
With love bursting through
the moon light….
(to_be_continued)

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Hungry Beggar

Dressed in torn clothes,
With a grimace of the face,
Uttering words of plead,
Roams around the old hungry beggar,
His skin wrapped around his bones,
With hardly any flesh in between.

Asking people for few coins,
So that he can feed himself some food ,
What else can he spend his money for,
A few coins won’t buy him anything,
Summer, winter or rain, everything is the same,
No shelter on his head, no place to reside.

“Why don’t you work? ”
“He’ll spend the money in evil”
Are the remarks of the miserly people,
Who spend their life in comfort and peace ,
Who cannot comprehend what poverty is,
Hiding behind sarcastic remarks,
All they do is save their money,
For who likes to give things for free?

In this world of greed and lust of money,
With a hope to get some pennies;
from the comfortably living wealthy beggars,
Roams around the poor hungry beggar.

This too shall pass

This too shall pass,
Yet another assurance to give,
But, still the same old chores.
A mundane soul wanders around,
Buried under mediocrity and overwhelm,
Breathing upon self condolences
That hardly last any long
A search for self peace, becomes
yet another matter of stress.
Never mind the extra burden,
A detour, a short break, little smiles,
Few moments of delight,
But, everything becomes null,
As arrives yet another dreadful night,
For tomorrow anxiously awaits,
The same old mundane routine.
This too shall pass, this too shall pass,
Good night.

Day 31 : Past?

January 31 Burnt : Remember yesterday, when your home was on fire and you
got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?

Why should we dwell in things
that we have been left behind,
by wish or by force,
willingly or unwillinglingy,
no matter how we did,
for no matter how many litres of blood
we burn thinking about those things
they shall never return back
if nothing can be changed,
what has once passed can never return,
no matter what,
then why waste our present,
this beautiful new moment,
only to regret about it, when tomorrow,
it will eventually become our past?

Day 24 : Not my thing

January 24 : Ready, set, go Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.

Ten minutes, of mindless typing
what benefit it would do?
rather bring out my hidden feelings,
making my soul vulnerable,
exposing my weakness in front of others,
why would I want to break my own sanctity,
when I have layered my self with covers of emotional security,
for the sake of improving my writing skills,
I just cannot risk my emotional well being
Ten minutes, of mindless typing,
is an art for those free from sense of vulnerability,
as for me, I’ll just use this time,
to make myself better.