"The Poetry is another way to Life"

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...

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.

Short Poem: Life is a rhyme My Life was a rhyme with a melodious chime, It all passed like a sand of time. It’s all about that day, when rain showered the tears, I was faltered, when it languished my fears. There was a hope, twilight was mine, But it was the fault of time that clouds covered the shine. I buried myself into the dark coffin of fate, I couldn’t survive because hoping was a long wait. We are all on a journey on the path called "Life" where the only destination is a "Death". The time flies like the sand slips out of the hand and when we look back, we realize we have come a long way bearing all those pain.             Isn't it funny, How day by day nothing changes? But when we look back, Everything is different. We have forged us in the journey where the pain no more hurts, where the fears no more bother. We have always hoped for something and many time we have failed at it. No worries f...