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)

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On the sea

What a life it would be,

To be just me and the sea.

Flailing afloat, drifting about,

With the most highest tides, I would joust.

In the misty air full of life,

Where lay a calm everywhere,

With the drenching rains,

With the calmest ebb,

And the highest tide.

Rejoicing in the storms of morn,

Regaling in the calm of night,

And they might change just the same,

Put down by spirit might.

Twisting and turning, up and down,

It will take you where you need to go.

And if you find yourself in the sea,

It may be the best resting place you can be.

For what more gallant than resting in

Even if defeated, valiant, clashing its thunder and din.

To lay with peace in that watery grave,

An aftermath only for the bravest of brave.

Published

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The truth of Life

Beyond this day, if we shall find,

a loss of will to yearly stroll,

and seek the meek embrace,

of beloved sleep and swelling toll.

 

It means we will soon in time,

see life's greatest truth.

An old friend will come and greet,

in the morning chirps or night owl's hoot.

 

He, the death, is most trustworthy of our ends,

rest were just mirthless games,

of old friends or foes, doubtful,

devious, with varied masks they played.

 

He stands behind every door,

to shake your hand one day

just nod and smile, same jovial mood,

when maybe few times in your life

you pass those menacing corridors.

 

Do not fear but be delighted,

it is the fate of every being.

Like the butterfly from its cocoon,

it is a new, another journey yet to be seen.

 

Live the life free of hate,

and grasp his hand with a merry look.

Pass free of any bounding yearning,

as there is no question in the end

of what you made and what you took.

 

It is the divine truth of life,

ugly sometimes it may seem.

But death is the ultimate absolute,

of every mortal, every life, resolute.

 

He is the constant companion of every being,

Oblivious to their actions in life.

Standing between heaven and earthen layer,

as an unalterable truth,

with every soul and every prayer.

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

"The poetry that inspired a nation". I am sharing here the favourite poetry of Nelson Mandela and one of my favourites as well. It is 'Invictus' by William Ernest Henley.

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.

Relationship

This post is not going to be poetry. Instead it is going to be a mode of self-reflection for me and getting out there and trying to find if 'you', people reading this feels the same way, has undergone something similar in their relationships.

I am from India. I am currently in a relationship with this wonderful girl. I have been in relationships before but they were not too great. Infact it will not be wrong to say that they were downright doomed to fail (of course I did not realise this at that time, how could I?). However, my relationship with this girl is nothing like I have ever experienced. Sure the fights are there, heartaches, small misunderstandings, but when we are in each other's company, we are so lost in each other as if nothing else in this world exists.

But still, the wounds of my past relationships keeps haunting me. I completely dedicated myself emotionally to them but failed miserably. Maybe I was at fault, maybe not. These crushed sentiments and feelings has crept to the innermost part of my sentiments and I started believing two things simultaneously - I will never be able to find a true partner ever and that I will always end up being hurt as no true love really exists.

Shiwani changed everything. She came and made me realise that not only can I find a real connection but also a partner who can be very dedicated like me. Still, the torment I felt after my failed relationships left scars which still haunts me and which still exists in my mind. Constantly in my relationship as soon as something does not happen as it should I start doubting and fearing if this will also fail. As if it is too good to be true and its just a matter of time before she will leave me too for something else, someone else. The most cursed object is my above average intelligence (not bragging, I know where I stand - I am not a genius but much better than average), notices small things to the minutest of details and extrapolate a pessimistic viewpoint of it all in relation with my insecurity of being left again.

Every relationship needs a little work. And I need to improve. I need to completely forget the past. We have decided that we will get married. Though there is still work to be done on our relationship, we both realise that we both are meant to be together. Its a mutual feeling that none of us say out loud but both realise it in our bones. It is an unsaid understanding between us that it was simply not by chance that we found each other. The most surprising of all the things, and I admit it will sound far-fetched even absurd, is that after fights in our initial stage of relationships there was something like an invisible force that time and again pushed us towards each other every time we tried to go our separate ways. It is unbelievable! Funnily, its as that Hindi movie says, the universe conspires to bring us together. And no I am not delusional, under full consciousness I am claiming this. She loves me. All we need to work out now is synchronising our emotional connection levels. Most often than not, I behave as a child, I demand attention that she keep talking to me 24*7, when that doesn't happen, I get fussy. She takes care of me. Sometimes I still get afraid she will leave too. The past doesn't seem to leave easily. Sometimes I feel there might be someone else but at the same time I know that she will never do that. But the fear is so overpowering that I crumble beneath it like a house of cards.

Can someone relate to it? Mind is really a very weird thing. I wish to give her all the happiness in the world but for that I need to be happy with myself. My conscience feels I do not deserve so much love, that it will not last, that she might leave any moment. Although I was always the one who was left in the past, I do not know what strange mechanics is it of my mind that makes me question whether I deserve this or not. My relationships were never superficial from my end they were always honest and true. I think that is what has left the deepest scars with a great amount of pain and I think that is why my mind is stopping me to completely dedicate myself, to give myself away completely. It will happen because inspite of the past, comparatively, I have never loved any girl like this. I just wish she be patient with me, that the past do not repeat itself.