The past memories
some bitter some sweet,
rekindling the fire
a feeling that can't be beat.
Evoking an array of extreme emotions
of love and hate,
a wistful smile across the face
being ever so great.
What seemed surreal back then
makes perfect sense now,
can't help but think of it
even the heart does allow.
The hysteria around it
the frenzy and all the craze,
a world of it's own
Nostalgia never ceases to amaze.
Tag: HATE
‘NAVARATRI’ – NINE NIGHTS AREN’T ENOUGH
‘Nava’ means nine and ‘Ratri’ means night. Navaratri is an Indian festival that spans nine nights and each of the nine forms of Goddess Durga is celebrated over the course of these nine days. During this period the femininity is respected and worshipped. But as hypocrite as it can get, the actions and beliefs of the same society do not do justice to what is practiced during Navaratri. It’s time we uphold the spirit throughout the year and for the rest of our lives showering love and respect towards women. Following is a poem depicting the same.
Durga's divinity
a celebration of femininity
nine heavenly nights
of deep obeisance
what happens rest of the year?
typical hypocrisy at play
the same old nuisance
where women are left to their plight
Love her for who she is
a mother who nurtures
birthed from her womb
yet abusing her
her spirit you entomb
Your kin or not
respecting her is the only way
she has to have a say
love her and she'll make you bloom
hating her will bring in gloom
She deserves a lifetime of worship
nine nights aren't enough
no more looking down on her
her place is way above
Don't rub her the wrong way
high time you realize this
she can be fiercely feisty
this even makes the demons fear her
who do you think you are?
there's no one stronger than a resolute woman
embrace the spirit of 'Navaratri' for life
and put an end to all the suffering and strife.
WORDS
Abstruse yet intrusive
no use yet obtrusive
sometimes abusive
other times elusive
unlike anything heard
such is the magic of words
When humble and not snooty
they enthrall with their beauty
words can hurt
words can heal
they are the real deal
Bitter one moment
sweet the other
for a fine exponent
there's no opponent
From depression to motivation
heartfelt expression and frustration
words cater to all needs
of different cultures and creeds
Some words inspire
some conspire
some evoke love
some invoke hate
from the vast assortment of words
which all you shall use?
choose your words wisely
for they lead to glory
but when used wrongly
they can spread gory
INACCESSIBILITY
Yearning beyond yearn
a heart that burns
a feeling unlike none
shining like the sun
Can't help but wait
for the moment ever so great
hoping it won't be too late
before we passionately mate
Thought triggers a wave
for talking it craves
breaking free from the mind's cave
to ask her out would be brave
No acquaintance as of now
question of acceptance - how?
would her heart allow?
in case yes, it would be - wow
Merely a figment of imagination?
will it end up in indignation?
a need for validation
a case of fascination
Inaccessibility - you are hated
for how you manage to keep her gated
Oh Inaccessibility can't you see we are related
your death will make me elated.
INNER VOICES
Of inner voices
the self destructive vices
the sinister design
makes one whine
when in line
makes one shine
the endless chatter
even mind over matter
all a manifestation of the inner voices
comes to the rescue in crisis
sometimes detrimental
sometimes therapeutical
from rage
to sage
of love and hate
insignificant to great
the innate power of the inner voices
a plethora of choices
choose wisely with a plan
for the inner voices maketh the man
LOVE OVER HATE
Hatred loves to hate,
Love hates none.
When both mate,
What's left in one?
Hate's friends with negativity,
robs you of your judgement.
Love's friends with positivity,
leads to fulfillment.
Hatred is a vicious trap,
Love is the saviour.
Hate is full of crap,
Love reeks of decent behaviour.
Hate seeks revenge,
burns you in it's own fire.
Love knows no avenge,
is a trait to admire.
Hate is full of gloom,
with no light at the end of the tunnel.
Love is an exotic bloom,
with only sweetness going through the funnel.
May the hate in you suffer a natural death,
leaving behind a pious soul.
May the love nurture with every breath,
bringing you out of the deep hole.
22 YARDS and beyond..... 