"The Poetry is another way to Life"

Inner self is the treasure, few have found and rare have used. Rare treasure preserved by the subconscious mind spilling the consciences.The real beauty lies inside us, much more ravishing and much powerful than us. We are so far yet near to our innerself. Let your innerself express you and let it kindle your soul.  Here is the guest collaboration with the Hemalatha G, sharing words on this treasure by means of poetry. Poem by Shilen Patel Her eyes were so deep and her smile was too loud, Like the shining stars with the grazing clouds. The Deeper I got in, the brighter it grew, Was it the thirst of self or I choose to drew. The spilling consciences and the aura of her vibes, It was the fortune with which she was scribed. The eternal silence was divulging the shine, Chaotic, convoluted; though it was mine. I was subconscious and rhyming for herself, She wasn’t there, she was my inner self. Poem by Hemalatha G...

Article Title : The gift "Life" Our lives are mounted on the blips of the time. It goes on, stops nowhere.  We often find our worries big, but they are mere spots on the canvas of our life, they too fades with time. Entire mankind is bounded in the cycle of nature to nurture ourselves. Life has its own way to teach us. The winds, the clouds don’t just simply stay there, it passes. They are not just the clouds and wind they are a lesson to teach us that everything flows, flatters; the winds, the clouds, the waves, the time and our sorrows too, if we don’t cling to it.  We have been gifted with the perception that made us what we are, that shown us what other can’t, that let us understood what other ignored. The only thing we can payback is the gratitude. The perceptivity matters, we are the product of our own perception. Perceptivity determines the sky and creativity measures the sky. We don’t see the life, we feel it. Life is not the sequences of action; it is t...

Poem Title: The Road taken I was dwelled in the darkness of shine, Into the woods, under the pine. The Shivering cold and the sun was dull, It was an autumn; The Rise of fall. The Trees around the path which were standing tall, Started losing leaves like every fall. With the fate in hand and beauty of pain, Embracing courage, I took a leap on lane. I moved with the fierce knotted in the tat, Even though the falling leaves quietly hid the path.

Poem: The moon full of scars It was the breezy eve, where the sun gone pale, The billowing wind around told me the tale. The dark tress and yellowish sky were insane, Like the sun set down in the grief and pain. Soon the stars twinkled and cuddled the sky, The moon was shy and I don’t know why. We met in the dark forest of my dreams, We let our silence to cry and scream. We lay free on the grass and counted the stars, I looked at you and you looked at the moon full of scars. Your gentle touches and whispered talks, Your prod nudges and our silent long walks. I never wanted that night to end, Just needed some serenity to spend. The dark clouds covered the stars and sky lane, The moon cried for his love and we called it a rain. It was the last moment together we shared, Thereafter almighty failed to make us paired. Wherever you are lay down on the grass and throw a kiss, I will fall like a star to fulfill your wish. With you by my side, I...

Short Poem: The fault in my Stars I saw you this morning hiding in the bliss of pain, The stardust covered the garden and ice on the lane. The drops on the flower bloom witnessed your tears, And the lament dirge portrayed my life for years. I delineated my dreams on the canvas full of scars, Was it the shrewdness of time or the fault in my stars? The eternal silence screamed like heave in sight, Though it was dawn, with you I saw the light.