Have I Lost my Poetry !!

Photography by Tejas Singh

Photography by Tejas Singh

Have I Lost my Poetry !!

 

Have run out of ideas, disarray are my thoughts

I have lost my words and dreams, gamut of writing art

Which earlier was my forte, I used to razzmatazz 

Too numb to feel anything, the Poetry is lost……..

 

There is no fresh inspiration, to well up the drought

The ocean is dried up, once was so deep n vast

Need to reignite the fire in my frozen heart

Its not the one which flows in veins, but burns you red hot

 

All the stories I nurtured all along, are vent n exhaust

I keep going back to the same beliefs and dreams, once envisaged

Letting the same emotions flow, over n again the canvas and collage

Have I devoured the skill of rhyming or all my creativity is lost……..

 

For once I have to feel so strongly about something

A new idea, a new feeling or a novel thought

For once again I need to connect to my soul

Feel the passion and not let it perish or rot………….

 

Poetry gives me joy n my sense of attainment

 Enlightens my eyes and enlivens my heart

Can’t wait till I get some fresh air to breathe

So let these feelings be the source, to let the stream start…..

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Act When You Must !!

Photography by Tejas Singh

Photography by Tejas Singh

Act When You Must !!

 

Trough shall never hit, if you plan ‘Change’ while still at crest

Break inertia and explore, more when you are at your best

Move on when you get the first signal of beginning of dusk

For there is a new dawn awaiting and night we walk through must

 

Choose when you have options, not when left with no choice

Speak when it matters, not when no one needs your voice

Act when you must, not when it’s trivial and trite

No one but it’s You who decides when the time is right

 

Leave when you still want it, not when you have lost your appetite

Eat when you are hungry, not when served and obliged

Strike when the iron is hot, not when is brittle and oxidized

Reinvent, rediscover and revive before you have died

 

Fear not the unknown and unexplored

Wear not the old treasure once conquered

Sing not the past laurels and dead valor

Plan the next victory when still stained with blood is your sword

Under The Shadow Of Giant Trees…

Evergreen Trees

Under The Shadow Of Giant Trees…

 

Blessed are those special ones, whom God bestows with His might

They are indeed those bright minds, who earn this gift for the right

They have certainly risen more than other poor mortals in plight

 

Now that you are the chosen one, have bigger challenge to fight

There are those who bow their head in reverence, contain the power inside

Spread their aura; kindle the radiance, to the humble and slight

 

There are some who can’t hold the power, get blinded by their might

Can’t see those new tiny stars around, who are struggling for their lime light

Narcissists captivated in self-gratification, nonchalant to selfless side

 

Giant and towering trees let only nestling climbers touch height

Indifferent, syphoning wherewithal, causing erosion, basking in avaricious pride

Eclipsed in their amoral shadow, many true n worthy saplings died!

March On…

March on !

 

Don’t be complacent , don’t be smug

On your conquered laurels , no matter how grand !

 

Sharpen your saw, refurbish your arms

Be ready to annex forever new land !

 

This shall renew you each next day

Don’t lose your shine, remain fresh and new brand!

 

Learn and learn, its never enough yet,

Redeem every breath, forever you’ll be in demand !