23: Authenticity
Authenticity
Calls us out of selfishness.
Only wholeness speaks.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Best? What’s that
To me, it’s Being unlike the rest
But If you stand out
Would they accept
Initially, They might not
Because this is the way the world operates
You are presumed to adopt
The conventional trail
If you embarked empirically
there’s fear to fail
On every fruitless outcome
criticism awaits
You will wander for a while
Cause life is a maze
But, don’t capitulate
You will eventually find your way
you have one life
Be experimental
No matter what you achieve
They’ll always be judgemental
Just take the steering
Of Your beautiful spirit
And drive it in your style
One day, they will bow down
When finally the destination will arrive.
This oak hardback space provides pavement
A cheddar cheese and full wine glass spread,
All entropy and sunflower delivered in a satchel
Knitting noodles while I nail my psyche together
Binding boards haphazardly like pages in this book
Stardust, come hold my hand
Sprinkle your magic into my life
Just holding you, feels like peeping into the soul of a star
Her silvery tendrils, Intersperse with my veins
And lo and behold! I am stardust!
I have no form or destination
My invisible wings will take me
Where my heart rejoices
Miracles happen and my entire body does glow
Yes,spread all over me, is, Stardust!
You are my reward,
you are my appeasement,
you are my everything!
Will you fly with me
till we reach the sky?
Hour 23
Woman is cool like a breeze
She is hot too like a loo
When it comes to sacrifice
She is The limitless as sky
She is the tough like land
When it comes to tolerance
Her selflessness is high as hill
Her heart is deep as ocean
woman’s soft delicate like petal
She is also the protector of honor
woman of confident like tulips
She becomes wife and
follower of the partner
the woman prays for children
In this process of giving love
She become like a helpless bird trapped
whenever on her mind
Appears the folds of desires
woman irons it flat
woman who aspirated was a blazing flame The woman gets extinguished and turns to ashes.
Twinning on a Thursday evening
with my friend Nine,
a green, shabby yet shy one,
but doesn’t hesitate to join.
We went to barber shop,
on the way we found,
he bought me a pistachio ice cream,
I gave him my calm.
Hope is present in us all
A lingering whisper
Helping us gain the strength
To pick our selves up again
Things go bad
People hurt us
Loved ones die
or disappear
And that lingering whisper
Sneaks up on us
Helping us gain the strength
To once again hope.