"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: 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...

Poem: I'm afraid of light The Ever glow you gave made me blight, I searched for the dark, I’m afraid of light. Your shine caged me down in the walls of shadow, Like the dew drops fall off the grass in the meadow. I waited for the dawn to climb up the wall, My tenacity for you every time made me fall. Everything I saw was the paradoxical lane, Travelling on it was only panacea for the pain. I climbed the wall like heave in sight, Again everything I saw the ever glow of your light. You was in bliss, ignorance was raged, And I fell down and again I was caged, Check out "Milk and Honey" The Poetry book among the top 15 of all time.  Click Here