Enriching my Odyssey

AAgain the same feelings passed, Which were strictly trespassed, Heart, “how long will u be a kid”? Demanding everything unlimited!! Fear of losing something, Which you don’t even possess, If it’s given unconditionally, Why it’s making you obsessed? If everything was tangible, Life would be easy to handle, Wrath/Love like two different bangles, Stay together yet never entangled. Similar things happening, Guilt of not forbearing, What to trust and what to deny, Can’t forgive and can’t even cry. Nothing is said and done, Things growing in the name of fun. Come out of illusions, Don’t jump to conclusions, At most admire your fate, If it’s yours it’s never too late. Okay, let it be…………… Don’t hasten to decision, Enjoy beauty in delusions. Let God be your guide, He loves you when He hides, So He’s giving enough time, To make these lines rhyme. Appearance may deceive, Dig deeper and perceive. Don’t fool yoursel...

Another effort…… To touch salvation, Amidst self created troubles   mocks botheration, Though used to thoughts still   scared of action, Accept/Deny special feelings .. Let it grow in an ambience of recognition Beware: Appetite grows with identification, It’s your choice : Flourish it   in consideration, Or nip it in prevarication, But attitude deserves appreciation, Especially when it acts as determination, My first piece from N-97, Seeking words for completion, Alas… its messy.. No not my creation, Okay no issues, My usual love for perfection, Now giggle at foolishness, The only jolly option, I swear I did nothing Out of mere deliberation Just when student heart began dozing off With Einstein’s theory of relaxation: “Don’t think about the future it comes soon enough” Professor Mind knocked …..Recommendation: “Be ready to face the Repercussion”

Slept with hopes but awaken in despair, Words are shattered need a repair, Needs are less and wants spare, This wasn’t my aim, I m losing my way, Where are you almighty? Don’t leave me astray, Not jaded by laughter, But can’t play with fate, Who knows what’s after? It’s already too late… Trying to hold silence, But not finding peace, It comes from within, Not with a please…. May be so I m denied, Coz I always receive, But what about the gifts, Which never came with ease…..? I am not sad, Just a mood swing, It’s always summer after spring………