Blues

Blues

Tell Me What To Do
When The Things Turn Blue
Standing In The Dark Room
Facing A Painful Doom
From The Days Of Glory To This Dim Phase
Leads To A Feeling Of Getting Dazed
When The Ray Of Hope Begins To Fade
It Almost Shatters The Dreams We Made

When The Things Turn Blue
Facing It Is All I Do
As Weeping , Repenting Seems A Waste Of Time,
Hoping This Downfall Will Help Me To Shine,
Push The Gear And Opening My Eyes
Making Me Focused And Highly Determined

Thus Positive Energy Begins To Flow
When The Things Have Errors, Don’t Feel Low
Take A Moment
Take A Breath
You Are Still To Reach To Reach The Gate Of Death!
So Till That Time , Do Not Whine
Work On The Things That Made You Wrong ,
And This Will Make You Even More Strong

So Now When The Things Turn Blue,
Lighting A Candle Of Faith In A Dark Room,
Is All What You And Me Have To Do………..

 

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The Darkest Dawn

The Darkest Dawn

Banged Up & Jailed Behind The Bars,
Was One Of His Painful, Oldest Scar

Accused By Many But Trusted But Few
Entered A Dark World Which He Never Knew,
With A Vengeful Heart , He Walked Through
To Take Revenge & Retaliation For Wrong
He Became Powerful & Enormously  Strong

Beside His Harsh Looks, There Was A Heart Which Knew
That He Wanted To Groove
On A Peaceful Tune,
Away From  The Cries Of Foe & Sounds Of Gun
He Wished To Run

But There Were Forces Which Dragged Him
To The World So Rugged

Accused By Many But Trusted By Few
To The Underworld He Remained Glued
As He Didn’t Have A Courage To Start,
A New Life And Follow His Heart…..!

Midnight Memories

Midnight Memories

/* a few years back , fire had broken-out in my building at the wee-hour of midnight and witnessing this unfortunate event  gave me a  chance to write this poem !  hope you’re able to connect with my experience 🙂 ! thankyou  */

The Darkest Night
Not A Pinch Of Light
Flame And Fire In Sight
Enters A Noisy Truck
Residents Are Struck
In The Cold Silence
Just A Spark Of Haynes
The Charcoal Smoke
In Stress People Flock

Step In The Men In Red
In Quick Pace They Fled
Hearing The Cries
Fear Of Fire Flies
Then The Flow Of Water
Began With Force
Every Obstacle It Could Slaughter
Cooling The Heated Coarse

The Wind Blew By
The Deep Sleep Die
These Three Elements
Dominated The Human Components
Fierce-fullness Of Mother Nature
Diminish The Power Of Fellow Creature

the “KING” speaks

the “KING” speaks

I am the lion kings of kings
Now behind the bars I shrink
Remembering the days of glory
So I come forward to tell my story ,
Once I lived in the green forest
Roaming freely without arrest
Roaring, howling in and around
Loved hearing my echoed sound
With my family living in den
Lost them when I was sent
In the huge prison of fears
My boost started loosing its gear
Weaker and weaker,
Day by day
From the king of the forest, a slave I became

People come and admire me
But my heart is totally happiness free,
This life behind the steel bars
Takes my depression far and far,

Please help me to retrive those days
Where I followed my own ways
Roaring,howling In and around
Now missing my deep echoed sound

A GENTLE THROWBACK ;)

A GENTLE THROWBACK ;)

A retreat from the world so wide ,
And One should often go for a ride
A peaceful stroll on a weary road,
Gathering and capturing that nostalgic load!

Remembering ‘ the time went-by’ ,
Ignored , unnoticed
Tattered memories lie,
And a slight look at it,
Makes our heart sigh!

But our mind is tamed ,
And the flashback is slained,
The recollection is paused
Then the ‘Reality Check’ is caused ;

But one fails to comprehend,
That this undertone mends,
The inner conflict rising in our soul,
And  simply soothes us in
‘ this  present moment’
So morose!