A place to reside
The holy ride
Of sweet melancholy
And intimate delight.
In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt.
A place to reside
The holy ride
Of sweet melancholy
And intimate delight.
In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt.
In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt
The tree of life
Shedding its delight
Stretching its branches
To reach the might
Or growing underneath
To shiver the plight
The humanity is facing
To achieve the right.
losing my identity
To cope up with this entity
Gearing up my courage
Losing my versatility
Trying to mend my life
Finding a new device
Or sticking to the old cries
Let’s see where the life arise.
The trade of wars
Haunting with the scars
Striking unprecedented pain
Dignity difficult to regain
Pride put to drain
Leaving the remaining to sustain
The tragedy of disdain.

The time is not so far
To raise the bar
Of staunching hardwork
To end the limitless stark
Of misery and helplessness
And a new dawn to embark.
Surfing on the cloud
Skiing on the lake
Swinging through the wind
Challenging all the stakes
To pursue the Impossible
And clear the masked fake.
An isle of barrenness
A desert of futility
A forest of refugees
Mark the life
With limitless uncertainties.

A firework of emotions
Sparking the demotion
Of salvaged self control.

Empty mind
Lost in the grind
Of unknown entwined
Searching for logic
Wandering for intellect
Strayed in the phenomenon
Of barren confined.

Striving for extra ordinary
Devising surprising means
Losing our own identity
In this useless stream.

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt ‘identity’.