On the way of nurturing desires
I have become a puppet to satiate others
No one aspires to bear burden and stress
As I have become the reservoir of other’s demands.
Storm comes, the violent wind blows and lightning sparks
To placate their wrath and flaunt their supreme powers
I can never empower my strength for objection
As my freedom has been forcefully withdrawn.
I was standing alone that night
To assuage my mounted pain
To curb my unprecedented strain
In the battle of struggle that was the single fight.
Stars were dazzling with glimmering oozes
Wind was blowing to find its destination
Touching me softly to assuage my affliction
My meticulous efforts were to explore moon’s presence.
There was ample silence and tranquility
Only leaves were happily rustling
Dews were apparently shining
Everything was like a panacea to my adversity.
Human being is the best creation of the world. He has been bestowed with numerous virtues to prove his excellence. Almighty has showered his unstinted grace on man to do some good activities so that his creation will get proper justice. Morality is the best ingredient for the human beings. It begates all virtues. But in the recent scenario it has become completely worthless. All are running after money, wealth, status, prestige, position etc. No one is reluctant today to kill the morality for self gain.
It’s spontaneous that life will move on its destined way
On the way of journey life confronts with immense impediments
But still it proceeds with great spirit to convert every dream into reality
Life dismantles all obstructions with its iron hands to make every impossible into possible
Behind everything expectations act as propelling force
When expectations get identifications life seems as a pack of pleasure
But when expectations never get satisfied life congregates sorrows
So the best way to gain triumph over sorrows to kill the word Expectation.
Amidst enormous analysis and synthesis
I have made a startling discovery that life is a reservoir of numerou miracles
After ensuing the pinnacle of success and apex of crowd
I am in love with Solitude
Every means has failed to inculcate that most aspired word peace
So, I am in quest of exploring the natural avenues to assuage my pain
I talk with night to suppress my screaming
I embrace the cold wind to soothe my inner wounds
I relish the fair light of glittering stars to curb darkness of my life
After every search I have recognized the safest place to digest my pain
Where no one can interrupt,
