Hidden Words

Loyalty                                                        (Published in Muse India ) Words, Languages, Books, Ideas                                            Is a matter of loyalty? Or, a sucker of loyalty?       Is it a way of Knowing Or a way of confusing Reality? That may even found in Typed, brown pages of History. Is it a source of Identity Or a killer of Humanity You can know her truth To see the relation between different Countries. One may be called Learned While handling these four WLBI But these are the One That often left in Person A moving Monster.                                        ...

MUSIC You are the Music of My Soul, Ticks over the Strings of Eternal home.                                                                               Seasons tease different notes That subordinate In the body of Conscious Soul. Is it the Color of perfection?                                     Or the Color of hope? That arrange Puzzles In one tone. Winds playing, at the front door Giving messages in codes. Watch starts watching its moments of Easy moves That is hard to pass In the wait of Lost Card...                                                   SMRITI...

TRUTH Truth A biggest lie in itself. Visible in Invisible, Invisible in Visible,                                                       When try to search Results in, escaping errors. Maths fails to calculate Science to prove. Literature is its surrogate mother,While Seems to be playing in the location of geographers. It is the place in the World Map GPS failed to track.                                                                   SMRITI THAKUR

Doors Number of reasons May break the Music Of soften heart.                                                    Waiting somewhere In the crowd  Emptied then. Letters left written On the hanging  Whirlpool. Where web Narrating stories The closed windows  Of the open rooms. It might Stand straight or shattered  On the shelves that open the door of grave.                                                                                                                   SMRITI THAKUR

                                                                  QUESTIONS (? ) Starts to loose meanings Astray from the true feelings DARKEN, DARKEN calling behind I see no sunshine. Moon spreading sweltering rays Melting petals in the rain FALLEN, FALLEN crying aside I found stranger inside. Faces were similar Identity collapses side by side Asking questions Who is the person? Prisoning  soul That lay peeled  Last 25.                                                                                      SMRITI THAKUR

Lies Achieving perfection                                                                     In telling lies Human Speaks truth Like a Lie.. Cheat Enough  That Faith laughs  With filling Eyes... Quicker! In changing expression  That fools eyes  In her Nakedness... Who knows Where and how extreme  It goes? But it torn the pages from The book named Loss...                                                                   SMRITI THAKUR

   THINGS...                                                                    It's painful to left things behind                                                                    Peeping into the shadows of dark Night...                                                                                                                Heart carries the burden of Li...

Remaining part that Left Hurts alot Raising Curtains unravel in Past... Repeating itself  In emerging Faces Calls up the Images Slips in Dark... Difficult to confront Saving Memories That lay behind Mimic face of Lie... 

Secrets Rolling Secrets Telling Lie s. Wh at li e s Beneath  Hard to Find. Stories fixing Moving One two One. Sometimes Up Sometimes Down Asking on, what you Rely? Turning Green, Turning Black Side by Side. Confusing People On the credibility of  Shades of Light.  Now you Find There is Growing Sense of Hope That may lead you  To a place Where You Give up, all Plans.                                                                                                                                                                      ...

Lost history Now found in scattered notes Missing words Understood in widespread records. Enjoying temporarily In the beautiful shots who knows who cheers the last sip of ... Single handedly Clap the next door Watching memories Part of other shore. People may walk The choosen tracks of yours

Voices Deafening Voices Start hurting Sounds. Narrating Stories That is forbid to Count. Repenting moments Became reasons to Bound.                       Throwing Pebbles In the drinking Bowels. Crushing Pieces Hard to Remove. Placing Bundles                                                                                                       SMRITI THAKUR In the Scattered Forest of Woods.

The Intangible Things happen No reason Behind. Touch the Corner, That lay Needless From a long Time. People Come And Go Side by Side. There are Some Who stay in Till the end of Life. Not Necessary To name them. They are Breathing Far From Tangible Things.                                                                                      SMRITI THAKUR Time Comes When Silence Fills the Words. And, You feel Complete At the Bottom of Heart!

Aching It's whittling Inside Senses fail to Realise! Asking Questions Remains Unanswered  Till Next Life!! Lamp Troubled  To brighten, Crumbled Doors Of Night! Whose Lock has Lost The expected Key In Light!! Wish to move Alone In the Way of Life. Where I Deny                                                                 SMRITI THAKUR To Recognise The image Of Mine!!  Life Bites, Again Cradling Innocence  Of Mine! Left Pieces Once Shattered In the Breeze  Of Moon-Light!!                                                                                 ...

PEN Start, Stopping the Pen Remove, Complete Sentence! It is the Way to Mold  The Imperfect, Sentence!! Infusing, Thoughts of Thousand Calling, Images in Abundance! It is the Way to Express The Unfinished, Expression !! Processing, False Intentions Revealing, Rotten Impressions! It is the Way of Conveying The Clothed, Sensations!! Giving, Mode of Relaxation Filling, Dark Reflections! It is the Way to Put The View, Vibrations!!

Confusion Tell me the Way Where to Go? Number of Hurdles Stop me to Know!! Fluctuating Expressions Confused to Know The deepest Truth. Who lie Inside? Blurred instantly Outside!! Telling Constantly  Beautiful Lies That cannot See In the pretty Eyes!! Parting Together Lips, fail to Conceal                                         Reality, That lay back                                                          In disguise!!                                                                                      ...

Difficulty Who decides? Where it leads ? Where it astray? Path, that swindle people In their Way.  Sucking sensibility Testing capabilities Hurting sentimentality Still people want to reach Their destiny.

(C2) A Girl . . . A sparkling drop Fall in the lap of Engaging World. Convincing all  To taste the Joy of moving Hours.. Naughty enough To move Constant Fall. Catching sorrow With her pulpy Palms.. What one say About her persisting Laugh. Even swings Fail to touch This beautiful Heart.. Founding happiness To make people Laugh.  How can CUP Forgets The Soul That once fill empty Hours..  May the coming years Nourish your Life                                                             SMRITI THAKUR Giving positive outlook You always  Searching For. 

Own Way Everything has its own Way To tell the Story. Folding the Unfolds Unfolding the Lies That remains lost, Inside.. Mesmerising the Beauty In its Ugliness Calling the Roots  In Streching Paths That goes Beyond  In Soil's Life Everything has its own Way To tell the Story. That remains lost, Inside.. Catching People's Eye That lie Silent In the shells of Regular Life.  Pouring Water                                                                                     SMRITI THAKUR From the Mouth of Frozen Leaves. Everything has its own Way  To tell the Story. That remains lost, Inside..

A Lady . . . A Lady Having Green Eyes Seems student at first sight. Holding file, enters the room One Nine Asking me, Have you read Thousand Faces of Night? Momentary Smiles Win many Hearts.  With playful Hands  Teach concepts very hard.. Looking cool in Canvas Blue Giving tough looks in front of you. Sometimes cheerful, sometimes acute Embellishing with hanging hues.. May your life loaded with lovely Views Blossom in the garden of Dews. Settled like Rainbow Where you take the pleasure of each Hue.                               SMRITI THAKUR

Knowledge Touching the Pebbles Knowing the latest History. Encircled in the edge of Ignorance  Burst sudden in the words Power. Having the pleasure to Heard Unheard mysteries of the World.                                                          Where, Dew turns solid  In the raining Sun. Melting in the coldest                                                             SMRITI THAKUR Beating Heart.                                                                         ...