PERSUASIVE EMOTIONS

Coincidence
Should I call it an accident
Or a mere chance to rebreath?
Whatever was it,
I understood how to retrieve

I couldn’t forsake those seconds of clock,
Which I spent with you in moonwalk.
I had decided to scribble it as an epilogue,
That would have made the memoirs locked.

I learned that when things get out of hand,
Try to fix them by logic.
But when love gets mixed with pain,
Then muster up your courage to leave it.

Embellishing dreams of stars for us was easy,
I didn’t knew the ferocity of time.
Which first conspired to mingle us,
Then it left us to breathe in a lonely shrine.
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Now, again the universe is tricking us,
It's manipulating our hearts for incidence.
This time, I won't let others be seduced,
With the same old blame of coincidence...
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CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE

Shhh, the dawn breaks,
With the heart breaks,
Someone deeply engrossed in thoughts,
Living solely in distraught,
trying to find out a way to resort,
But..
In that weak moment,
His heart cries,
With dry eyes,
Yearning for blessing in disguise,
But he sees no sunrise…..
Yet..
It is not the end of life,
as the river flows,
With the bending pose,
making its way,
Under the dim light of hope,
Not stopping its course,
no matter what situation it propose,
Similar to the ache of rose,
despite of it’s abundance in meadows,
It carries needle like thorns,
Those small prickles,
Aches the entire existence of rose,
But it’s beauty is enclosed,
In the depth of prose,
And it’s fragrance is exposed to those,
who knows the pain,
who knows the hurt,
Of being left amidst the storm,
This is the second,
to transform,
Like the sleeping rays of sun,
Envelops the earth with it’s warm,
And the fallen leaves in autumn,
Recovers it’s deciduous period,
by welcoming the new growths,
A likely we all need to accept,
That the sun will set,
The stars will vanish in the dark sky,
The midnight will haunt,
The cold will freeze,
But it all will be appeased,
As the sun will soon rise,
while the clouds too will be aside,
making visible the sparks of star,
Which will make the midnight luminous,
And the snow will be melt,
A like the heart will retrieve,
The soul will perceive,
The wordless messages of God,
About your significance,
And unending confidence,
Of your lost opulence,
And all this is embellished,
In the lost ambiance of,
the conspiracy of silence!
MIRAGE

Like the flowing river
Under the reflection of mirror
we think that we are here forever
Never will apart from each other
But No…..
This is a rabbit hole for a lost soul
Here you are being miraaged
Under the same thesis of mirror
That you will see what
will be vanished from that piece of glass
But it’s bizarre to come across
The reality of that deluding reflection
Ah, we wished that the image
Remains forever…..
But it’s all smoke and mirror.
FOREVER IS A SWEET LIE

How can a lie be so sweet?
With the surety of defeat
Is it really mesmerizing to deceit?
Indeed, “FOREVER” is a discrete retreat

Why you close your eyes?
When the lie is on the sky,
you think you will die!?
That’s why you don’t deny the lie!

Is it easy to walk on the broken glass?!
When you have the smooth grass,
Don’t pull yourself to a crevasse!
Leave before you surpass….

Surely, you will fall on the hard times,
But it will certainly result in sublimes!
Never feel your decline as spines,
Because one day you will shine…..
WISTERIA

Ah, the amalgam of purple flowers,
Have the unseen power,
Its aura engulfs the soul in hour,
Though it means immortality,
But who know it’s cordiality,
A dendrophile is dodged by its whimsicality,
But it’s instincts proves their fatality,
AH, The world around is an old WISTERIA,
Full of attractions and seductions,
The charisma fades away the redemption,
In the end, there is only apprehension,
The mind got the gift of sanction,
The heart got locked with contention,
But then still…..
The wisteria’s charm folds attention,
With its evergreen blossom,
me too wants to get imprison,
In the sweet lie of Old WISTERIA,
The eternity of WISTERIA,
Is like the Lover’s criteria,
It pulls you from the illyria,
then blocks your arteria!
But my heart have special area,
For the Only Old WISTERIA!
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THE MISSING HEART

I know that my heart beats,
But it’s not easy to lead,
People do conquer this part,
And push our lives to restart,
As if it is the simplest art,
Not giving a second to impart,
Is it so easy to embark?
They come by their choice,
They leave by their choice,
But is it easy to calm down the noise?
All this is the superficial game of life,
Hard to contemplate the new light,
But it is fact in the world’s sight,
That it’s difficult for heart,
To depart the new light’s remark,
And yes then it discovers the spark,
Of the old missing heart!

Coincidence

CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE

MIRAGE

FOREVER IS A SWEET LIE

WISTERIA

THE MISSING HEART