Uncalled expected war

Remnants of writing

This is another piece of remnant about expected hardships that come in your life much more earlier than thought. Happy reading!

“.. With steady imaginary hands horizontally placed on your forehead you try to look into the future ahead, regarding all the factors which affect your life. You figure out that there are lot of hardships in your way. So you pace up and start right next day to prepare for the upcoming wars, so that you face in feisty way & won’t turn into dismay when the hardship starts. But the time starts playing games, you are lost in preparing and it creates new lanes for this war to emerge.. towards you.. and charge upon until you are submerged. The war was expected as a little late but it came early with the fate. Life always teaches to keep ‘learning doors’ ajar, whenever you face an uncalled expected war..” 

 

Perfect is Imperfect

Be you..

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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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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Being Rich

Rich in love and kindness…!

What’s the first thing that comes in your mind when you listen to that someone is rich? Maybe that someone has a lot of money and wealth..

What does google images show when we type “Rich” in the search box?

Does being rich really means that? Or it can have many other faces?

Being rich means to have plenty of something. That can be anything. It doesn’t necessarily has to be money and wealth.

Many of us want to be rich of wealth and money so that we can earn some good memories. Probably by going for a holiday, living our dreams, maybe buying a favourite car.. but before all these we should learn to be rich in something that is more important to our lives, something which brings density to the days we have lived, something which actually is more important than earning extra currency units.

Be rich of love, kindness and immortal memories..

Be rich in life experience, rich in good relations, rich with a amazingly supportive friends, having a bundle of joyful memories, rich in feeling of happiness, so rich with the grateful feeling that the grateful pot starts overflowing, and most importantly, rich with love and kindness…

Having plenty of wealth is nothing if we aren’t happy, it is nothing if we haven’t played silly games with friends, it is nothing if we haven’t experienced the joy of giving and it is nothing if we are depressed and feel unsatisfied. It is nothing if we don’t like the work we do, it is nothing if we keep wishing to go on a holiday, it is nothing if we don’t enjoy and love our lives, it is nothing if we can’t free our minds before end.

Love the life which you live.. be happy and grateful. Not bad to be rich in wealth and currency to live your dreams, in fact, that is amazing. But never forget to be happy. Control wealth and don’t let it control you. Go ahead on the path of having it but don’t isolate yourself from the world around, your loved ones and beautiful memories which die waiting for you as the time passes by.

Love what you do an do what you love. Be grateful for every single day you’ve got to earn gorgeous memories.

Let’s change the definition of being rich and have plenty of love, good friends and amazing memories which we cherish throughout our lives..

Keep smiling readers and stay ignited..

Warriors

We are the Warriors!

It’s my first rap kind of poesy. Stay inspred!

It’s been long, since i was born, I’ve been killing it.

Waking up every morning, ignited and facing it

Seems I was born for this, slaying down every bit of it.

I was the one choosed to face this gravity and end it


Getting more closer to graves find fear of being defeated

Scars become more intense and worsening every minute

Both sides ruining and losing power as clock ticking it

Is it me or the gravity, who’s chasing whom & winning it?!


Voices echoing in head dilemma arises

Standing in arena outside, a battle inside rises

A war with win or death which never suffices

To end or take up the world are only prizes


We are the warriors who never fail to get back and fight

We sure lose, fail but rise up again with all our might

We know the best what is wrong for us and what is right

We take calculated risk in turn and charge our plight


We are the warriors who never learned to quit

The ones who always never left any candle unlit

Honouring our heros and getting inspiration from their wits

We are focused and willing for every stone to turn it.


We work hard in silence and let the success be our noice

Come on and join us if you want the world to hear your voice

Let’s stand together and end those demons outside

Who hail the name of hell upon all our lives


Let us show them that we all can rise from this hell

“Throw me to pack of wolves and I return leading them”

We rise and hail these words back to them again

We are the warriors, will forever slay this mayhem and win!