Memories of my Beloved
Today the sky is also changing colours to help me in recalling those old and beautiful memories. Blue hues in the sky remind me of the memories I spent with my beloved when we were together in the mornings. Morning filled with freshness, the view of her – open hair dampened in water.
Worried
Worried me in some minutes
As clock’s hands move
Rotation after rotation
Hence, overthinking was proved.
Betrayal
I promised a book
of dreams to myself
I promised a holder
of achievement to myself
From Nights to Mornings
I remember when I slept everything was so silent and dead. I was so stressed and sad. I had a bad day and a bad evening completely messed up. All alone I was in bed with tears, my tissues and some anxious breaths. I was breathing but choking too.
Saying No
Hundreds of honks
Too much of mourns
Free roamers around
Satirical situations
She is Devi but no proud
Loneliness
With the cracks
of your earnestness
I can see the locked doors;
all around you
barren but crucial walls;
Acid Splash: – Penetration of Slow Poison
Page flipped…
In a Crematorium crowded by people in white. Grief and sorrow were ruling over that funeral rite. Near the burning dead body of her father, she was standing deadly in front of my sight. Her head was covered with a white wrinkled dupatta.
Dumped Under Trash
Just see the irony
You created yourself
You wanted to live in villa
instead of almost dead under trash
I wish I could
I wish I could see you
And could say forgive me
I wish I could make you smile
I wish I’ll be new not actually I
I in Crowd
What matters is disgust
Grinding two beans
I have unknown voices
roaming around me
Hard to Breathe
It’s hard to breathe sometimes
But I am writing to catch my breath,
In lamentable couple of minutes and hours
My eyes turn so heavy to blink,
Seeds of happy dandelion
Touched me many times,
Indifference
It’s you, It’s me
Or say we are we
You criticize
I hold it in myself
I doubt its beauty…
Anxious Silence
No freedom, no rights…
Listening to something
Something horrible
Yes, it is that only
Juggle is not
Key to success
It’s just a process
Waiting
In a waiting room
Fingers grasping a shroud,
Ay, shroud of moments
When I was happy as a Clam,
Ah, so what? Now you have
Skin all burnt…
Roasted Colour
Roast yourself every day, you will love its strong colour on you. Divya’s Canvas To know more about this, what author wants to say in this quote, please click here.
Happy Lohri 2023
This Lohri
Let’s give us
Contrasting colours of fire
With every new breath…
Walk towards Destination
Creating bridges of ambition is not enough, make sure you walk on them. Divya’s Canvas
Life
Life seems short when we plan but it’s long when we act. Divya’s Canvas
Confusion
If you are confused, you are one step closer to success. Divya’s Canvas
Ugly
Her ugliness made her fall in love with herself.
Addiction
Lights off, spilled pills and a blur vision took a soul away.
Paused She
She smiled, laughed, wept and then paused. For the last time she saw towards the past.
Broken Heart
Before he could do anything, she broke her heart herself.
Me
What I see in myself is what I never see in me.
Mirror
Mirror was evidence of his tears, screaming and death.
Decades
It’s been decades since I lived with her but I only know her spelling.
Where Am I?
It’s only you…
everywhere,
on calls, on texts;
you only talk…
Journey Of an Angella
In deep darkness, in the silence,
I found myself sparkling, with some brilliance;
In the warmth and the secure ride,
In the stomach of my mother of life;
Is Nervousness Really a Hurdle?
It’s okay if we get nervous sometimes because it’s the first stepping stone to identify our problems, weaknesses and unconfident zones.
Difficult Question
Building blocks of stress,
And mason was the threat;
A sight came of help,
But got lost as unforgettable guest;