Dauntless

When you are happy to sit through,
alone among lots of friends, fake.
And you don't feel the need,
to depend for depending's sake.

When all your expectations are turned to dust,
yet to feel you incurred no loss.
It takes no toll to sit with comfort,
to ponder upon expectation's cause.

When you are met with disdainful looks,
From all around by hostile eyes.
And you agree to let it be,
notice how blissfully time flies.

When you are left to fend for yourself,
in every trouble that comes your way.
Make your efforts just the double,
to learn your worth, to be unafraid.

And when the time comes at the last,
when other's crumble beneath the weight.
You remain elate and sturdy, unbowed,
and in the smouldering eyes of trouble,
you will sit up, unflinching and look straight.

To Bloom — Shubhanshu 's

In the darkness, in the night, A flower of feeble might. Stands alone upon a twig, Beneath the moon pearly bright. Yearning for a few drops of rain, To find a flower to stand beside, And stand beside, together Extinguishing both their pain. In the drier days and lonesome nights, when the flower was about […]

via To Bloom — Shubhanshu 's

Beside the Styx

Hey! Hello everyone. I wrote this piece a while back. Upon reading you may find it to be a blend of greek and christian mythology. It just sort of popped into my mind, and believe you me, I made the story as the poem progressed. Enjoy reading! :)

I saw it in her eyes again,
The same forgotten sighs in vain.
For she a goddess and I so low,
With a broken crown on an iron brow.

Love and being her man I beseeched,
From the calmly flowing styx,
And I found there a paler crowd,
With grin and cruel scorns commix.

I did pray singing a doleful song,
A melody with grief I tried,
To make her listen with a mourn,
With a heave and tear run in my eyes.

But she was up and in those glades,
At the side of a knight with a sword,
A sword tainted with the blood,
Of that unsaid love who lived unguard.

I found but a lowly croak,
Emanating from the ungraceful self,
Too filled with sadness upon that reef,
Too choked with madness and the grief.

Forgetting from which way I came,
I ventured to the black castle grand,
Made with flesh and the bones,
The underworld’s lord standing with open hands.

“O! How came you upon this dwelling?”
"And What made you venture forth?”
Gliding and with a smile he asked,
Watching this mortal frame unmasked.

“I am a jilted mortal as such,
Who fell in love with a goddess, shame,
For who am I to be of worth,
Of her love, this unworthy name”

“Cry not hear and don’t be ‘fraid” said he
“For as I come near to thee,
And tell you about your way to Elysium,
For you are true in your pursuit indeed”

“It’s a long way up and without a horror,
And you can go for you can,
For you did love and here it led,
And you followed what the lord hath said”

I bent my knee and folded my hands,
Devoted for come what may,
I know now what is so much near,
A thin veil between love and death till this day.

To Bloom

In the darkness, in the night,
A flower of feeble might.
Stands alone upon a twig,
Beneath the moon pearly bright.

Yearning for a few drops of rain,
To find a flower to stand beside,
And stand beside, together
Extinguishing both their pain.

In the drier days and lonesome nights,
when the flower was about to die,
A smaller shoot, feebler still,
Showed up upon the lonesome twig.

It sprouts up, beside the flower glum,
And begins to bud shortly then,
Intertwining under the scorching sun,
Extraordinarily 'cuter', and the music begun.

It bought the flower back to life,
A life, in all the withering seasons,
A life which was about to die,
And would have dried up and forgotten,
Forgotten in the times nigh'.

Both brought the other back from doom,
And henceforth expelled all the gloom,
As a new life came upon that tree
With the flowers's stupendous bloom.

Heart..... (Micro Poetry)