Faded moments

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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Thirst

Art Fragment..

An art inspired by a common woe of villagers..

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Thirst

 

Light

I got this on ‘Diwali’ .. a festival of lights in India

Just a part of free minded photography.. snapshots of life!

Faded

Art fragment..

I got the original image from pinterest. It was a photograph so just tried creating. It was fun!

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Faded

Purple flowers

I met these pretty ones in my garden!

Just a part of free minded photography.. snapshots of life!