Prancing Sentiments: A Poetry Column

 Everything is poetry  Until it isn't It's all earth to roses and people to proses Often forgetting the thorns That once survived What's burnt can't be revived  What's alive can never die A soul that breathes underneath Even if we deny It's neither about forgetting  nor to keep dwelling Just acclimitizing To a land that was once owned Now it has a time i.e. hesisantly loaned.

 To new beginnings with old ends Everyone heals and their ways mends every smile that you lend has me doing the delusion trend Even if truth and lie blend The dare was never a mistake rather it was a cherry on the cake Let the world's mind bake  With whatever connection they make Who knows if It's for someone's good sake Its not how one ignored Nor what he sent And ohh god there are no amends Its neither a mistake nor a blame Lets just say this is my way to end a flame.

You made me happy You made me sad But after all You were only what my imagination had Reality was afar From where I stood This is what destiny had planned A part of me still resides with you I tried to forget and thought it flew But the thing is I was a ship And you,the crew Impossible to part away In this deep ocean we lay With a bit of haze A plausible deniability of what if I didn't threw it all away. At end what matters is I loved you.  

  Knowledge at school was all a lie Society is what they imply The way we talk,the way we walk The way we dress and its better if we speak less Like really is it all or do we need more Not enough light ,still we persevere At last ,its all the same Some speak to get the fame While other find it lame For an explanation ,there's always God's name And if any further the science takes the blame.

Faded colour Shaded dawn Is it sceneric Or is it drawn Either way it's an art Nature showing it's perfect dart Sky is the best thing One could have ever made Stars, moons, and the sun Is picturistic fun or rather a trade in exchange of negativity as a first aid. Yet another beauty is of flowers damaged in a devour to save a mere love of our's Poetic it may seem Reality is beyond realms. Truth is everything has a shadow No matter how hideous,its still there The importance is of how often or rare does it gets out at display. [Ok,so the context for this one is just.I needed a writing inspiration and suddenly came up with the first line then the second and it went on loop.Consider it a praise to nature and a little of reality check.Bye:)]

  S ix faces all different Each with identity vibrant aligned adjacent to each other One's efferent is other's afferent One showcased when we lose temprament Second to a loved being i.e. permanent Then save something for one self  As emotions are at all shelf. Take one and all are in order Because sometimes you are overwhelmed When you congratulate a brother with whom you were always together. (This is a poem to enumerate all emotions and feelings a person experience in his day-to-day journey.While writing this,I didn't think twice and just wrote what felt like right and to be honest relatable to all.)