Origination of Poetry

Origination of Poetry

What is poetry? How does it originates??

It is not simply, the thought of mind..expression in the form of word..

On a piece of paper..

Thoughts rising in the mind and heart with a tint of controversy..

Manu scripted…in a rhythmic tone..

Expression of inner strength and encouragement…

Thus the poetry originates.

More meaningful expressions..

Appropriate to be applaused…

Thus the poetry originates… J

Shyama 

Highest Peak

Highest Peak

The highest peak in the world

One can catch everywhere from that peak..

Nothing is hidden from it’s eyes..

Everything is visible from the highest peak..

Receiving the rays of the rising sun and too the setting one..

Receiving the shades from the trees…holding the roots in his heart…

Full of green and shiny grass…yet the highest peak…

Multicolored with aroma of flowers and ashes…

House of feathery objects..

Nature’s lap…full of peace…calm in itself…

On the earth…the highest peak… J

Shyama

Sun

Sun

Oh Sun!!!

Please do not go down with the beauty of spectrum

Possessing everything to enhance the nature

Do not go down in the wide sea, inviting the fearful, the dreary night

May be craving for dreams for which the eyes are blank..

Soul is thirsty…

Every day …after every twelve hours…you set

and the night approaches..the unbearable night…

Why don not you think like my heart…

Oh Sun…

Get rid of the storms arising in it…

With the every second of the dark night…tornadoes arise..

Be sensible…

Please do not go down to bring the dreary night… J

Shyama

Yellow Flowers

Yellow flowers

Remove those yellow flowers from your heart

Which I gave you with whole hearted spirit and dedication

Day by day, I think they must be smelling

Spreading their fragrance always around you

Must be blooming with your smiles, or,

Must have been a beauty piece for you

Remove those yellow flowers from your heart

Have they been a part of your diary

Or it has been a burden to bear

Tell me, I can hear, I am having the power

I can face, but can not create trouble for you

Remove those yellow flowers from your heart

Have they been a mode of entertainment

Decades passed by and you did not informed

Confusion remains the same as it is

Without your confirmation

Remove those yellow flowers from your heart

Petals must have lost their shade and shine

Must not be able to remind you of me

Must have been lost among the pages

How can make it flower again, only I can tell

Remove those yellow flowers from your heart

They need a change, looking for renewal

They need a companion….

No possibility of anyone else…who can replace

Needs your love, to be applaused by you

Remove those yellow flowers from your heart

The flower must have been bore and you too

Think of me or someone else

I am also scattered as those petals

Needs to be recollected…only by you

Remove those yellow flowers from your heart

Must be carrying the flower every now and then

What tey need is your patience and care

Uneasy to decide..your inclination towards the dream

Are you still waiting??

Remove those yellow flowers from your heart

Must be wrying day by day

Broken into pieces

Lost the color and the shine

Branchless…away from the plant

Remove those yellow flowers from your heart

Must have dried out

Must not be getting any comfort

Misappealing and unattractive

Waiting for your comeback…as you are only mine… J

Shyama

Three Years

Three years

Three years of agony, three years of exile, three years of failure

Is it worth for a while??

Three months of togetherness, three months of smile, three months of tenderlove

Is it worth for a while??

Three weeks of dreams, three weeks to fantasize, three weeks to think of it

Is it worth for a while??

Three days of the feeling. Three days of shyness, three days of rememberance

Is it worth for a while??

Three hours of your touch, three hours of your breath, three hours of your heartbeat

Is it worth for a while??

Three minutes of the happiness, three minutes of the joy, three minutes are way ahead

Is it worth for a while??

Three seconds of life, three seconds of dilemma, three seconds of the death…

Ha ha ha

It is worth for a while!!!

Shyama

Thee

Thee!!!

Every moment I feel like being in your arms

Surrounded by your smell, your warmth and your love

Still your eyes are glued on my face

Filling the spark, the trust and affection to my soul

Visible or invisible, your presence I can feel

I breathe and my heart beats, as it’s yours only sealed..

You are inside me..in my heart

In my dreams, my senses, my smell and deep in my thoughts

You are me and I am you

We breathe for each other and live for each other

Although we are not together

Even death can not do us apart..

Shyama

Eyes

Eyes

Looks like deep water lakes

One who tries to sink in it…

The lovely eyes…the cruel eyes…

The eyes of beloved…the eyes of a villain..

All are having own shine and depth

The brown eyes..the blue eyes..the black eyes

Like the pussy cat!!

Sometimes becoming lovers delight…

The source to dream..to think..even to write…

Possessing the power..feeling beauty of nature…

Lots of different variety.

Stealing the hearts..breaking the hearts and even

Withholding the hearts..

Everything and everywhere…the Eyes and only Eyes… J

Shyama

Blank Call

Blank Call

Tring…Tring…Tring

The ring disturbs you from your sweetest dreams you are in…

Entertains you with the pleasing tune…

Interrupts you when deep drowned in emotions…

Disappoints you, makes you smile…

Mode of entertainment…mode of vexes…

Soothing responses…unacceptable…drags you…

From dilemma of your own..

Again the sound is coming…

Tring…Tring…Tring

Shyama

Dreams

Dreams

Dreams are flying ,high in the sky…

With silver feathers, and starry eyes..

Wings so soft, like silky pride…

The misty air, the cloud so bright..

The rainbow, in the blueish sky…

Prisms like raindrops, making it shine..

All seven colors, making feathers so bright…

Caught the attention, of every dreamy eye..

Dreams are flying, high in the sky…

Free from the world, carrying stars in the eyes

Shyama

Life

Life

What is life?

I am amazed…

Is life a mystery..or is it a history?

Of all those solved and unsolved problems…

Which are left behind.

And the life is on it’s way.

To create more miracles

Extending the history…

Quite amazing to understand it’s tricks..

To understand it’s turns…both happy and sad.

Becoming unforgettable…

The life.. J

Shyama

LikesVs Dislikes

Likes vs Dislikes

Likes and dislikes are the essence of the life,

Depending upon themselves, more or less alike..

Likes make you happy but dislikes do not even try to do so…

As they got the prefix “Dis”

Making it true to do so…

But what is the meaning of it??

Are not they approved from our heart

And termed as likes and dislikes

Can be said…related to heart

May be or may not be…but it seems to be true

Again comes the greatness of the two…

Likes are better or dislike is best..

Possessing their own identity.

The likes and Dislikes… J

Shyama

Earth & Sky

            Earth asks the sky…confide me in yourself,

Sky replies…

U & Me can’t get along anymore

Day by day, the relationship is lacking strength

Giving the feeling….it’s not working out

Leaving the earth in pain

In salty water & drops of tears

After some time

Sky asks the earth…I want to embrace you… Can i??

Earth says… m all yours

Waiting for you today and always

My all love and trust and smiles for you

To make you happy

Give you happiness and care

Which is for you only…

This is earth and that is sky and story continues!!!

Shyama