Poetry_today

" Sometimes thought speak more than actions.... Transition in them is a bless please don't curse... " Thunder storm crossing  Over the highlands Covered with black storm  Heavy rain drizzled With a breeze flair Weeps out of labour  Handed a beautiful  Beauty which was Not spoken.  Transition in nature Hold a transition  Was only effects of  Culture, beauty  And nature  That transfered Their  character  their behaviour   Guessing what could  Be the reason for  Unspoken beauties' transition.  Own blood critics  Neighbour the judges To decide what will Be the future with a  New name called - Transgender.  Young girls unaware  Tolerating all inhuman.  Alone was the beauties Depressed for her  Ignored identity  Still she is criticized  Was that her fault  For the transition  Which resulted in  An elimination  From the loved ones.  With an aching sig...

Alone Being peace No one hurts her feelings Nor leech her energies. Solitude! The favourite word of her. Tires running day and night for earning. Rested for a while, And observed keenly! The world appears alluring. She enjoys pleasing breeze. And realised, Solitude makes a  man to think ! Rises great thinkers, creators and philosophers. Mends mind to Purify  soul. Heals all wounds  of life. Solitude varies loneliness. Unlike painful loneliness  Solitude is Peace! Not an isolation. Selflove never hurt or betray. Happiness is solitude Be your own reason  to cherish. Now,her mind is  Crystal clear and Stepped forward to  Walk on her way with her own companion.                              - Laksha

Two a number  So complicated    Mind connects to choose Scrolling the memories  Back and  forth  The dilemma I met before.  Opening my eyes  To this world so Bright  and gloomy  Starts exotic   Inquisitive game  Of the two.    Witnessed many  Never realized The power of two From blabbering  To the worth  of words From thinking  To taking action Experienced the growth.  First encounter with  The two to decide For the future  Whether to choose  or to accept -  The destiny or  The passion.  Double a trouble To carry on  Each with  its value  And its worth  This an option  That an opinion.  What next again a  Dilemma struck  Mind ponders  For choice or To choose.    Life still big question  Death an ultimate  Destination  Still striving to core To pick the best  For a peaceful rest.  ...

Different are faces Phases are different  Time to carry on Artist's  admiration  To face the faces  Went through phases.   Ecstatic  vibrations Jubilant nature  Indicates mind to portray Everlasting  Beautific  Human face  Holding a sketch To an appealing face That faced many phase. Dot stretched out to read Wide opened  conveying emotions  To aspire Ability to see foreseeable Goggled eyes turns Sunken red- rimmed and dim .  Long elongted -an essential sense Gives life to soul Stops with death Power to sense essence Diminish near ends.  Stroke for lips like rose red  Holds a bliss  Curve that extends upward Losing its bind came downwards Specialized for communication Now prattles like child. Broad bald  forehead  Shapes a face   its shape Now carries lines wrinkled Cascades of black hair Grows gray.  Thoughts thought to content With brooding curious face Imagination fails Sombre...

Mind peeping out  Of colourful world  Wondering each Stygian  All living miserable  All non living inky Made me realize  The depth of black.  Beautify the beauty  The truth is black Heart filled  Not red but black  Pours gemstone emotions  Valueable that's black.  Night so exotic  With white glow in it White glow in nature  Not consistent  A strong point to  Hold black that is permanent.  Everyone knows but How many cherish  The black that makes Precious diamond  Many knows black  As an impure mark But how many recognise  That black that pure.  Red wins love and company But always-  a question to dwell Black wins ill  omens Like black cats  Always - a statement  Alone but not alone  Carrying a black A shadow on my back.  Future bright to see When learnt from past That was deadly dark Life starts with a darkness  Death comes with a darkness.  Vi...

A slight ache  In heart  Remembers past With half smile.  Days spent together  Time runs forever  Glance upon memoirs Hard thought  To deny or accept.  Quarreled on minutes Posing each other Look upon those pages  Tough decision  To carry on with life.  Fights for fun Differentiate none Resolution to stay  Flipping incidents  To  cry or heal.  Moments too much To share  Holding hands in care Positive energy hugs  To accept.  Curious mind boggling  Here now and then Figuring out  How we end  Tried million ways  To mend.  Memories created  Hard to leave Hard to take Soft on heart  Soft on emotions!                             --Sujitha

School life  as time  Passes on and on  Waits for none  Moves with thrill and fun.  Never be gained Never be retained  Proves its harshness  Now and then.  A four walled structure  As rare as pearl As pure as white Mends learners  Into a precious jewel.  Teachers ecstatic  Essence of sweet lime.  Lessons so serious  Were taken as pun  Now blames ourself  In million tones.  The discovered diamonds  That precisely polished  Me for the best.  Hands of beautiful time moved  seconds it crosses  Year by year reaches step higher.  End of the adventurous life  Came near when held  An invitation saying  : Despedida.  Emotions overwhelmed  Foes that shook hands  Warm comfort in bestie's hug Holds out a perfect portrait.  Holding the memories  Moist eyes  Confused in a state - To blame or to regain  The days  I lost!    ...

A new day   With a clear sky Took vision upwards  Shining slight  bright.  A scene to withhold  Sun and moon together  The east and west slaying each other  Fading moon sweetly  Giving a parting  gesture To raising sun.  Eyes that turned its direction  Upon something bright Slowly beauty that beautifies Slaying nature slays high.  When the moon partnes  Sun took its pose  Nature that was soothing  Now harsh in its behavior.  Nature in a continues transformation  Heals the healer  Confronts the destroyer!                                   -- Sujitha

Intricate  line  connects   Flesh of blood with mother  First hold gives pleasure.   MAN of family  Strong and hard  Hard rock melts now When holds a generation out.  A connect so special  Increases its level  Hearing first voice   A blabbering utterance  An  unforgettable treasure  Feels heart  soft and contented.  Time that fled  Years that passed  Proud relationship deviates  When his service blows high.  Responsible  father  Fulfilling responsibilities  Love that hardens   With distance few miles  Understanding moulds   pure and soulful voice.  Now,  I here desiring for his love  He serving his nation Near and to the death Proud daughter now more proud  'Pride in zest -- Serve nation,  help man' Cherishing his verses in remembrance!                     ...

Change -- an experience so lovely  Forces bond to leave  A feeling so new  Brings back old me A sadness so mild That sheds sweetness  A loneliness so lonely  Upholds as a companion  Change that feels   when loved now hates as demon  Cared now unaffected as  non living Peers now strangers  mild voices heard now unheard even as shouts.  All suffered change  Here I'm  another to this line Which itself a change .  Alas!  Change unchangeable  Now I change  That's the change!                              -- Sujitha