Category: Poesy

Small verses of great stories

You Think

Honey Barapatre10 Comments

My second rap kind of poesy. It’s about keep working hard even after you’ve gained money or fame for you passion

You think you are up in this game

Running after all money and fame

But there’s gonna be a sudden aflame

To put your luxuries to shame

A sudden aflame’s gonna take up your name

Into the ashes, dust in pane

Another day, you see sun rays

Lightening some other’s tower ablaze woah!

You think everyone’s gonna blow

Just cause you got a talent higher? no

This hard work’s gonna take up all your flow

Your diminished era, behold!

Until then I work harder, pacing above

Bracing all your shots in a flow

Unless it’s time for the final show

Consistent grind beats the talent alone you see!

It’s all inside me

Speaking up the voice of lion beneath

What they all say you won’t agree

That consistency is the power, it is the key

Struggle and sweat is what we breathe

It’s prolly something that you won’t believe

Get up, give your talent some grease

Or it won’t take a moment to give you displease aye!

We fix to our grind

Fix to our time and fix to our rhyme

We form a play in secret mime

With force and focus specially designed

Over this we just don’t do it for dime

We do this so we sleep satisfied

To truly live before we die

And until end I’ll stay in this disguise

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Perfect is Imperfect

Be you..

Honey Barapatre2 Comments

The perfect-imperfect war is increasing every singe day. Everyone want to be best in some or other field. A short poesy about highlighting that “It’s okay to have a flaw”. We all are different and have different treasures hidden inside us. Happy reading!

You think you ain’t good enough to do the best

You compare yourself by the skills of the rest

You always test yourself without progress

Staying obsessed, building messed stress

They treat imperfections as an offence

But what’s definition of perfection in true sense?

It’s just ten letter word driving you without cation

To become best of all, not a better version

This is where comparison takes a wrong turn

When did with others, it leads you on wrong run

You can behold it as a big loaded gun

That’d defeat your own self, not the world

Perfect is imperfect, flaws are the rule of nature

We all are same but different with features

Like the animals, plants and other creatures

Every single being has it’s own treasures

You are capable to be skilled in your own different frill

Don’t try to be a perfect match for some other cloth

Because we have our own different colour to wreath and knit

If red tries and can’t change to blue, is it stated as a flaw?

Maybe it is, but what then? Red has its own existence

Maybe you’ll call it imperfect. But red is actually perfect in every sense

I quote is here again. Imperfection is rule of nature, my friend

Imperfect is real, but the reality of perfect can’t be defined

Strive everyday to be a better version of thyself

So that your old version will have great stories to tell

Focus on originality, there’s lot of fake in this world

Real is never perfect and perfect is never real

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Remind me to Forget

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This is a small poesy about being detached from everything and making peace with self.. enjoy reading!

Remind me to forget

All the sorrow, pain and grief

That the world gave me

To nourish my disbelief

Every word they spoke out

Every bullet they shot out

To kill my confidence and dreams

To give scars difficult to heal

Every time they pointed me out

Making my mind go blackout

I wish to forget everything

And wreath my life with love strings

They say, “It’s okay to not be okay”

And I smile remembering ‘what they say’

It gives me little power to gain

And spread love expecting nothing

I am a little one, came to this world

To spread the message of accepting the herd

I wish to forget to make peace with self

So that I forgive thee, and also myself

To people whom I gave hatred

I apologise, in my heart you are respected

And to people who gave me the same

You are forgiven, please help me to spread love again

We are given one life to live

We come and go without anything

All my sorrow, grief and pain

Remind me to forget it, again and again

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Faded moments

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This is a small 16 line poesy. I wrote this one some months back when i had a little extra time after writing my exam. My last page of question paper was filled with this poem lol. It’s about being strong and not ending our lives when we ain’t able to see any light around. Happy reading 🙂 

Locked up in small room where darkness hails

Doors vanished, left up in space

Infinite directions and infinite ways

Hard to choose in these grey-black days

We shout out at God to help us again

But what’s the worth when we don’t believe in ourselves

Insidious bring us down and has blocked our brains

What to choose we decide, either win or mayhem

In such stages even mayhem doesn’t sound bad

Even in ending up our stories we feel glad

There’d be no torture no pain, & after that

We can die, killing the leftover moments we had

But to tell you we all have got our own life span

We live our lives and die after we are glazed

Life never kills us until our purpose has end

Until then we learn to attack and defend!

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Paralysed

A very small 16 line poesy, realisation that each one of us live with different perceptions.. it’s different for everyone.

Honey Barapatre5 Comments

I got the idea of the verse from a song by artist ‘NF’. Happy reading!

I heard you told your friends that I am just not your type

I always wondered what you expected that night

All you ever did is just controlled my life

Now I don’t sense my life, I am just paralysed

The next moment I walked out it felt too bad

But I was glad, no one really knew what I had

In fact, I’ve been investing on myself just like that

Without knowing my value, I just realised that night

So listen, if you want to show i am wrong

And criticise saying, with you I was never along

This is the reason for what I wrote up this song

To tell you there’s never a right or wrong..

It’s all about perceptions .. you see.. I’ve got my own

I feel strengthened when I think all this alone

Cause what doesn’t kills you makes you strong after all

Now I know who I am, not paralysed anymore..

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