Srishti

Srishti 2d

A heavy, orphan black cloud
took shelter in my heart.
It called itself my master,
and I became its slave.
When it whipped the rain,
my eyes answered with showers.

Then, a red hibiscus bloomed
in my hair —
and the cloud vanished,
as if it had never been,
or found another heart to haunt.

I read the poem of Robert Frost(the dust of snow) and tried to write this poem on the same theme.

#sad #ruin #mademyday

Srishti 4d

The Prism of Words

Some say
poetry is just a war
between dark and good —
but only a poet knows
the weight of every
single letter.

Maybe not today,
not tomorrow,
but one day
a soul will
picture the boulder
that language carries.

Poetry can’t be just
black and white;
it is a prism,
reflecting
a whole family of colors.

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#colors #poetry #prism

Srishti Aug 2

Adopted by the Cosmos

The silence of humans
has always questioned me—
Are we something rare,
too rare to find another?
Why do we feel so complete—
did the cosmos welcome us?
Are we creations, toys, experiments...
or simply
what we are?

some questions will die with us and can never be answered to us

#cosmos

Srishti Jul 27

The poetry never wrote

took a look at amiable
to be victim of
despair core
concealed blue
shivering soul
apprehension fever

sometimes we don't tell or hear we feel

#nothing

Srishti Jul 20

Who is a real assassin?

Every elder daughter is an assassin —
of the
child
inside her,
of the
dreams
she once saw,
of the
happiness
she deserved,
of the
weakness
she was
allowed to have,
of the
little girl
who was
immature,
of the
feelings
she had,
of the
fear
she hid,
and of
herself.

why these assassin don't feels guilty and no one stops them?

#assassin #child #elderdaughter

Srishti Jul 17

Just a drop

Simultaneously,
a drop of
time fell
on a
barren land.
goes on… goes on…
created a
pond.
goes on… goes on…
created a
lake.
goes on… goes on…
created
half a sea.
goes on… goes on…
created
an ocean.
goes on… goes on…
created a
planet.
goes on… goes on…
created a
galaxy.
goes on… goes on…
created
millions of galaxies.
goes on… goes on…
created a
universe.
goes on… goes on…
created uncountable
universes…
goes on… goes on…
And still,
it goes on…

time and universes will never end

#universes #cosmos #drop

Srishti Jul 16

Every history class

Time becomes slow, and my droopy eyes fall asleep due to gravity. The only thing I learned in my history class is to sleep with my eyes open.

Hats off to those who love to study this complex subject. I'm not saying this to everyone; it's just my personal opinion.

#history