Life is a package of emotions. At every stage of your life you will have different options to choose among and you will be forced to choose one. It may be very confusing but one has to make his choice in order to move ahead. So guys it is obvious that as a teenager I have also faced this situation. I will recommend that be firm and face the situation with all your determination. Just pull yourself together, must up your courage and just relax. The circle of my circumstance The life drove me into a situation, Which made me a totally confused person. Everything just survived in my brain, Even that garbage, which should be taken away by the crane. Either love or leisure, Either leisure or future. All seemed to be amusing, But choosing one wasn’t interesting. My heart chose love, Brain chose future, Destiny chose leisure. Everything chose something, But my faith, it chose nothing. Tha
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When I saw my friends in relationships, these questions jumped into my mind. I could not answer these questions and so I thought that I should ask some people about these questions. The best way what I could think of is putting all my questions on a piece on paper and then posting it on my blog. And so did I. I hope you all solve my problem by posting the answers in the comment section. What’s your opinion? Is it the girl who play? Or it is the guy who treat her like a clay. Is he the one who try to mould her, Or she is the one who is a cheater. Will ego be a matter? Or concern will be the solution. Is it the god who is responsible? For they aren’t compatible and amiable. Is it a joke or a sensitive relation? If a joke, then it isn’t a matter of concern. If a relation, There shouldn’t be any question. Will it always remain a ruckus? Or apology will stop it from being a circus.
All what I can say about this poem is that this poem is capable of making you feel the emotions that the poet feels while writing. This piece of writing was written by me when I thought of starting this blog. I tried to use simple words so that one can sense what the poet feels while writing. I hope you will like my poem and kindly write the comment section about your views. The Hug The current of love dripped into my body, Signals of care flew in the body, When my ears felt the heart, When my skin heard the beats, And my eyes saw the purity. Every second I could count, Just because each count was meant, I could think of nothing, But could loose all my anxiety, and gain serenity. That contact was free of materialism, And full of affection. Silence became better than words, When our love was even honoured by birds. They flew in a rejoicing manner, When we were loosing all our shivers. We felt as if showers of petals are pouring, And in this way almighty if
Well, this poem is not that good as expected. A small girl, today's so called modern world where people haven't yet changed their ideas about a girl or a women. So yes this poem is about a girl who chased her dreams and succeeded in proving that girls are not weak. Once you will go through this poem, it's not like you are definity gonna like it but whatever you feel, kindly tell me via your comments. And also I am a beginer so please tell me your suggestions. Flashback To Edie The morn Edie was born was a hurricane, Just because she was born as a girl her father kept her on the road, In the pouring rain. The child was continuously weeping, When the dangerous lightning was gleaming. She was feeling the intolerable pain, Through the wild hurricane, Beating to the sea again and again. A nobleman came and took Edie to his home, And thought to keep her with him till the sunray’s shone. Edie could realise now that he
Before you read this poem, I want to tell you that I started writing this poem with a different theme but ended with a different theme. This is because I started writing this poem when my friends left me for approximate an hour and the humorous part is that I felt lonely in that time only. As soon as they arrived, my emotions(depressed)emotions were over. I thought that something related must be added over and the poem should end with a perfect ending and so did I. IN GREED OF LIFE One with loneliness, A nd sadness, Full of fears, And blanket of kindness she wears. In greed of love, And away from show off, Living a life of security and treasure, But with lack of all pleasure. From road to palace she stood, With no shelter and food, She was an orphan of no rude. Because of her no home, Street to street she roams. One of almighty's creature, Inhabiting all good feature, Alone