Nature is not cruel. Struggle for existence is true, And there survival of the fittest is too. And, Nature always grabs the hand That above all, makes a stand Out of the many, one creature, Shows a surviving new feature In the form of a will, A will that you can instill To adapt. To … Continue reading A being.
Waking up as Mr/Miss Sulk, One sip turns you into Mr/Miss Hulk A number of relationships, Have been beautifully nurtured or severed, Over a cup of this concoction. Many a sad event has lost its intensity, In its hot presence. Lots of worldly problems has found a solution, When it streams in the … Continue reading It’s called Coffee.
How simple and painless it is, To cut off nerveless parts of you. Many a time, the nerves do not matter, When you rest so comfortably numb!
It is mostly black and white, With occasional splashes of gray, Which leads to Red, Blue and Green. Oh, life is colourfully interesting! via Daily Prompt: Gray
Rich and poor Same saltiness. Young and old Same intensity. Man and woman Same swell. Waves, sweeping you off your feet. Always, Returning with a force to remind, That you are a human being.
And then he rose, Never failing, Ever prevailing. My God. My Companion. My Sun.
Love is my weakness Thank heavens! It has such rare occurrence. But, when it is being wielded, Pushing me down on my knees Hoping to keep a check on my sanity, Feeling of being under disease Desperately holding on to my vanity. Trying to conquer it, I always let myself be conquered!
An apology. A compliment. A gratitude. A smile. You do not feel it? Nobody cares about that. Because when it is reverted, You realise you do not care too.
At the birth of a being, From the crack on the head, Due to a puncture of the lungs, Induced by a corroded stomach wall, Break of an egg in the uterus, Microbes making a living in ureter, Oh, also when the concoction of oxytocin and dopamine goes down the drain, Provocating an implicit stab … Continue reading It Oozes.
Staring at the white space. Contemplating, To be filled Or to be left empty. As I’m about to try my hand, Volunteers volunteer. A writer attempts to scribble, Ink. Removable . A sketcher starts with pencil, Lead. Erasable. A painter uses his paintbrush, Paint. Washable. Ink, nah. Lead, nah. Paint,nah. Who’s next? Amused, still contemplating. … Continue reading Blank.