Feelings | Divya's Canvas

Memories of my Beloved

Memories are companion of life, without its life is an empty box.

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.

Toy Story: Baby Boss

Babies are boss and they show their form when the matter is of their toys.

I am the baby boss. I like my dad’s shoulder to sleep on. Because it always keeps moving and I feel like I am having a ride. (Dad was walking carrying the baby in hand while doing work or in the market) I was sleeping and a bubble came and popped on my nose.

Worried

Worried me in some minutes
As clock’s hands move
Rotation after rotation
Hence, overthinking was proved.

Monsoon

Listen to the roar
What does it say?
Riddles on roofs
knocks on sheds
So loud, so clear
Monsoon…

Humans

Abusers who say
They are Hu-man
You are right as you are
Hungry Unrepentant Man
Impatient cruel women

Betrayal

Humans betray their dreams means they betrayed their passion.

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.

Under the Elms

All humans alive or dead stays in waiting room.

While waiting
A being
not a fine wine
with popped clogs
In bright darkness
To shackle a spirit

Nature’s Beauty

Nature heals everyone with its peaceful beauty.

Making me sing
And reach the fumes
Greenery my audience
Pebbles hustling
Cheerful flowers
Bees buzzing

Loneliness

Being lonely means being only. Time when one is alone.

With the cracks
of your earnestness
I can see the locked doors;
all around you
barren but crucial walls;

Simplicity

I peeped in you
you never expelled
Ur paled face is as simple as
pattern on a shell

Hope and Motivation

Self-motivation can do wonders. It increases hope to rise.

A ray of hope and a word of motivation can sprinkle the fragrance of enthusiasm and desire in life of a person who is lost in darkness.

Acid Splash: – Penetration of Slow Poison

Self-confidence is very important what if it gets lost because of harassment.

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

Humans are owners of the trash which can be dumped on them.

Just see the irony
You created yourself
You wanted to live in villa
instead of almost dead under trash

Understand This Being a Man

Man can also cry and feel scared they are humans.

Understand this…
Need of the hour is just your expression,
Not of the ego but of loneliness and depression;

I wish I could

Sometimes things run out of our hands and we just have to sit regretfully.

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

You are a Poet

So, what if one is a poet. Just be confident.

You are a poet
As you wrote, so what three lines
Food is hunger
Clothes are stroke of mud
Oh, shelter is sky

I in Crowd

Crowd cannot always help to get rid from loneliness.

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…

Curious Kiddos

‘I’ (Baby boss).
I love to listen to lullabies of my own choice. Lullaby which never ends, like twenty-four seven I just have to keep going for it. Whenever I play, crawl, peep and eat it’s just a lullaby everywhere.

No passion only hunger in kitchen

A big spoon full of batter spilled and spilt in a pan, tossed and served on a plate. It was garnished with lemon and coriander which was placed on the table. Till morning it disappeared.