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Self-evaluate,
engaged with fire.
To catch the moon,
That rays was a liar.
#thought
Attraction, Attachment, Love, Trust, Worship, Obsession, and Death these scribble threads have kept me tied to you, till the day, and perhaps it will remain so for, and a long time too.
silky on that day,
the moon fades away,
only, for the HAPPENS,
will return alone, on his way.
#thought
Reflecting on the transient nature of beauty and the cyclical rhythm of life, this verse captures the fleeting brilliance of the moon and hints at the inevitable return of events, despite their temporary absence. despite the moon's departure, there's an anticipation of its inevitable return, echoing themes of resilience and the enduring cycle of life.
If I have any relationship with my God,
Maybe, Is it my fear?
In the shadows of suffering,
My beliefs and hopes stand as an unwavering pillar.
after every storm, a little more happiness returns to the day, like golden rays breaking through clouds. May I wish only my journey to be adorned with endless blessings, and may the tapestry of my life be woven with threads of joy, that would be never seen as fade and guilt.
Is,
that fair to me?
Burn me,
to your heart's-content.
But,
only this much praise has to be set.
Please,
don't strip me down to my Shroud sheet.
#thought
वो थी सुबह, सुर्ख-ऐ-लाल,
उनका यूँ मिलना भी, था कमाल.
बातें तो चल रही अब भी, आसमानी रंगों सी फिलहाल,
मुकम्मल हुआ भी तो क्या? सिर्फ इश्क़ के 'बाल की खाल.
#thought
;
you survived too many storms to be bothered by raindrops.
 Apr 2024 Eshwara Prasad
Grace
across from me
she is playing the guitar
and I love her
(inspired by Malia’s poem ‘crack the code’)

the unspoken poems
are the loudest
the ones you don’t utter
the times you don’t bother
symphonies of silence
votes of no confidence
trust marbled with rust
what's become of us?
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