The Uncertainty

Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus

future

My eyes dream a dream,
the dream to succeed more
such that I succeed to dream more.
I wish to fulfill them one day.

I know not what the future awaits,
But have heard about hardwork.
Only then I can achieve happiness
But even that is not the end.

After twenty years from now,
I know my life will be changed
And would be the result of my present.

Hope and fear will never leave each other,
It’s me who has to adjust,
and face the world’s challenges.

The sea

Landscape, found poetry, enumeratio
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Walking through the sea, the waves
embark on a wonderful journey
to learn, aspire, explore and experience
that controls this world.
The Universe has much power to believe
that the mere sea doesn’t will to
take away their belongings, they
do return us.
Sea, subtle has no boundaries,
show us the path to move forward.
The tint of blue inspires
the world never to stop and
discover your passion.

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An ode to pen

Drawer, Ode, Apostrophe

the pen

Oh mighty pen!
Thou art mightier than the sword.
You shake the entire world
with the smooth pace you possess.
Travelling a journey longer than the river,
Don’t you get tired ever?

Aroma of the royal blue ink,
Depicts the power of your words.
Forever in the search of end,
you strictly follow my thoughts
While your lips kiss and roll
Over the surface of my paper.

The beautiful activities you do
for your beloved paper.
You’re the perfect lover I have seen
who selflessly fulfills her demands.
You prove your love when you die
If you stay apart from her.

I remember the first time I held you,
when my age was just three.
I made you quite disappointed as
You were too heavy for my fingers.
But now that you never let me down,
I shall be always grateful to thee.

Fingers that support me

Fingers, Prose Poem, Assonance

fingers

Lonely in this world I am, No one to stand beside me. Its my fingers who wipe away my tears whenever I weep. Its them who pats my back when I make myself proud. Its none other but them, to feed my hunger. They oil my hair to make my stress vanish.They help me lay my thoughts on a paper or my laptop screen, makes me more thoughtful every passing day.

A ballad to Mother

Hero(ine), Ballad, Epistrophe
mother

She wakes up early morning,
not for herself but her family.
Positive attitude she maintains,
She hardly gets angry.
Selflessly sacrifices her pleasures,
just to make us happy.

The beautiful angel forgets
her demands and needs.
She has been gifted to us as
unspoken mind she is able to read.
Doesn’t matter if she is hungry,
She’ll never forget you to feed.

Completes a family’s incompleteness,
by the way she preserves our heart.
God on Earth she is to us,
undoubtedly the most smart.
Endlessly encouraging and bold.
helps everyone to give a start.

Poetry Potluck

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

I remember I read this poem hen I was in Std 10. I particularly like this poem because I can quite closely relate myself to it. Sometimes unconsciously I tend to admire things for long, but all of a sudden I realize that I have a lot of work to do. Life has a lot of responsibilities and wasting time and admiring the nature wont help.
Our surroundings help us to realize the reality and still we realize it late.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The Foggy Night

This is an attempt to an elegy, though not fulfilling all its conditions. Still, I tried my best to write this piece as this describes the night which I miss and long for another one.

Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

fog

We weren’t that close, yet
loved each other.
The only thing we had with us
was that one foggy night.
Soulmates were we, our hearts
knew each other.
Winter had hit the unknown city,
making the room freeze.
The hint of fog touched all over
the window pane.
I could feel his warmth
staring upon me.
Lost were we into the eyes
of each other.
When the white cold giant peeped
into our room.
Dead I was after drowning
into his eyes.
The air filled up with the fog
of our breath.
Our lips neither move,
nor our eyes.
Mine keenly closed down with
prayers in mind.
I wished for him throughout my life
as my better half.
When I felt the warm fog
on my cheeks.
The affectionate fingers
touched mine.
The gentle cuddly hug was
never like before.
I could feel the soft fog
defeating the giant one.
Our lips touched each other
under the blanket.
I opened my eyes, looked around
to find the winter disappeared.
The reality struck when I realized,
we had to soon part.

P.S. This poetry is dedicated to my soulmate who is in a long relationship with me where we haldly meet once every six months. I miss him.