To save dreams Sometimes it’s better Not to step into it Smriti Thakur
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Remain Unanswered Answers! Answers! Though remain unanswered Are peeping from the doors Which have been closed on. One day Sudden rays of incidences Put these stories on the show Where someone put others' soul On fire! To find those answers Of the questions They never asked for. Scattered! It might seem These stories are searching and screaming For the dreams Taken away from them In this time being. Smriti Thakur
Like THIS... Some people are caught up in their minds Some are holding back their hearts For the right time Some people are so bound to greed As if they are here to feed No matters! One believes it or not You are here just to get caught Life is just like this Once you accept it It gives you another blow Like a ball inside the whistle Waiting for the outward force SMRITI THAKUR
... (Published in Silver Mist) To find little happiness You need not always to go Outside, just look around And see! How well life nurtures the suffocated Lungs of humanity In this high time. Sometimes, we need the eyes Outside the self To reflect/understand the unexplored Realms of life. And let ourselves Dive deep like a naive swimmer To get the limited editions of life That'll help to nurture, for sure, The subjective experiences of others In this lifetime. Smriti Thakur ...
Happenings… Sudden happenings Make you realise the things, to which You keep searching for your Whole life. Nothing is coincidence It's just ones temporarily “pathetic thoughts” That makes one ignores, the path Life shows. Even small leaves seem to know, the meaning Life carries in it How unfortunate it is Who proclaims to narrate the secrets of life Are the ones Astray people to see What life actually is? ...
Aura If you are honest I am an aura of bold honesty Sanctioned all the ties You do not even dare to wear it In Night. The things seem foolish To people I would like to write a chapter on it Entitling “Here am I.” The more you think The more you fail To get the narrative That is sitting on the cold ice. Slowly. It might be slowly Things seem uninteresting Now appears to blossom in the void. Noises feel like background music And I sing the song whose lyrics I still try to write Avoiding all the ties You sanctioned in the daylight Smriti Thakur
FRAME Don’t become my ‘Truth’ When life is telling me lie Just spill little drink And see! How cornered actually Life is I paint the pain But it sticks to the brushes Still holds me. Shining on the paper Over the easel trying to tell I am bound to happen Don’t frame me. Scattered colours on the floor Now utter no more Holding palette At the door I realise painting reflects What I want to see on the wall. Smriti Thakur
A Tribute to the Martyrs A fight must be against Terrorism, not against the people A move must be against Hatred, not for the people In innocence/Ignorance Epitome of sophistication Human Brain! Must be smart enough To differentiate A fight, hatred, or anger Must be against Terrorism, not against the people Must be against Terrorism, not against the country Don’t act like a fool In the hands, who never want Humanity unite In the veil of slogans And engraved boundaries Don’t let waste the sacrifices of soldiers Who give their whole life To maintain peace On the boundaries. ...
