Fire of Fear

It’s the fear forecasted.
That hinders the beliefs and reality.
The darkness is no longer illuminated,
By the burning candle of morality.

The weapons of fear and fright,
Terrorize the stretch of grin.
This unwarranted word which paralyses,
The intrinsic confidence within.

The venom of horror has spread,
Which confines us potently.
Tyranny begins, dimness overshadows,
This reign has caged our bliss, despotically.

Originality is camouflaged,
Verve and vivacity condenses.
The glee which is counterfeit,
Signifies forceful pretense.

Do not end up quitting quality,
In this futile war of folly.
The value of fear is limited,
You live once, live it merrily. 

It's Time to Move On...

Life comes to a point which gives itself a turn,

A turn that will choose your destiny.

With the amalgamation of wisdom and thoughts,

Embellish it with peace and serenity.

Don’t rot your life by storing woes.

Move on, this is just the first step.

The future’s all for you, grab it.

Do not let deception cause any misstep.

Drop all your defences, clear the path.

Surrender to truth and trust.

Walk on till you reach the pinnacle of bliss,

That’s an obligatory must.

Your fate’s in those clenched fists, not palms,

The past agony and despairs, should we forget.

Dejection is a part of life,

But life’s too short to regret.

Cling on to the branch of vivacity;

Add the shades of sparkle, smile and bloom.

Strike the matches of life and of hope,

To dispel the darkening gloom.

Do not give a look behind,

To the tragedies of times forgone.

Turn over a new leaf;

It’s time to move on.

The Fake World

Going through the calamities she never experienced before,

The lovely young maiden fell in the evil clutch of an irremediable error.

Everything around seemed to be unknowingly deceitful,

The fraudulent world mistaking her to be holy terror.

Troubled by the unwarranted jealously shown,

She never complained, even though lacerated.

She waited for an enthralling spirit to appear,

To quell for what she felt awfully desecrated.

Her agony found itself in its worst condition.

Her riches and possessions were just inutile.

She tried to change the hatred to affection,

But all her efforts seemed to be futile.

Soon the jealousy grew on to be a rougher challenge,

The lone maiden was filled with the despair.

She unwillingly said 'Good - Bye' to,

The world that just flaunted the feelings of affection and care.

She was indeed convinced of the duplicity,

The world camouflaged its real identity,

She lastly gave a deplorable look below,

Granting plausible peace and serenity.

An Echo...

I resemble a mirror, in the life of truth,

I am so literal and precise.

I rumble only what I hear,

I come as soft thunder with no prejudices.

They call me an echo, reverberation of feelings;

I dwell in the golden meadows addressed ‘everywhere’.

I rush upon the call of any soul,

Nothing do I personally declare.

Tender ears are mine, to detect your voice.

The voice that surrounds me.

Out of the millions to push away,

That sneakily confound me.

Rest is my biggest enemy,

For never does it lends me its hands of hospitality.

Paid when I am valued or eulogized,

I am the speaking silence of the reality.

I am just an unadorned thing out of nowhere;

I have no taste for grief or glee.

I still strive to acknowledge,

The orders of yours I abide reluctantly.

I am a forever thing universal throughout,

I sincerely crave for my value.

I travel gently along with the zephyr,

And am worth ‘cause I am so true!