LOST IN STARS (PART_2)

This is a sequel of my poem. 

After a fight, they found an excuse,

She in stars, now of no use,

Twinkling as brightly as her smile,

As far away as she from mine.

Her hymn now run through my veins,

From the brink of useless stars,

End up in some careless ear,

Through my filthy scar.

Equal to mother she cared,

Less than her, she will ask,

Might age be a reason,

Or investment?

I don’t miss you granny,

Just to write, I write,

Might now I would recollect you,

A shame, a plight.

LOST IN STARS (PART_1)

Hey Folks!
Today i want to share a poem with you all about my grandmother.


On that cold night,
Two hour past the midnight,
Came a tapping at my door,
Me myself at home and nothing more.


I was afraid and scared,
From my whole heart prayed,
Could someone else be there ,
To open the door.


More I thought and feared,
More the banging sound cleared,
More my heart cheered,
To stay and be scared.


But my head more healthy than heart,
Thought someone in need be there.
Banging at my door,
Now crying at my door.


With my hands shivering more and more,
With my legs trembling more and more,
I stood and unbolted the door.
A force came and i saw-


Yesterday went in vain,
Extinguishing candles and thundering rain,
Portents were of demise and pain,
But i refrain to think again.


The more i tried to forget it,
More i remember it to forget it,
So i thought of else to forget it,
At last quit to forget it.


This the reason I was scared,
On the next day feared,
Just at the banging at my door,
Just at the crying at my door.


My kins crying at the door,
My kins yelling on the floor.
"Why?" I didn't asked,
 Why i didn't asked ?


It was more scary than sad,
Not a drop of tear in my eye I had,
I really tried to cry,
Oh God! tell me why i didn't cry?


After the kins entered four,
Carrying granny through the door,
"O Granny, you are here after all,
I was looking for you so long."


WRITTEN BY- RUPANK PAHUJA

Your thoughts defines the real depth inside you.

                                            

Hey folks!

This is my first blog so let’s see.

Today I want to tell you a story about a boy.

As the boy woke up in the morning he saw a giant monster in the mirror. Anybody else would have been terrified to see this but he didn't.

FIVE DAYS AGO

This boy, a lonely boy, who was crippled and had his half face burnt. His  mother also kissed the unburnt side and loved him just to show him that he was loved.

One lonely night he was sitting in his room and cried...

"Why to me god, why to me?

Can't you see, Oh please! ,

I am a misery, free me,

Can't you see, Oh please! "

Next morning as he woke up, he saw a girl who was his new neighbor. She was prettier than all the girls he had seen so far. He was completely flattered and couldn’t help thinking of anybody else than her.

Next night he sat and prayed...

"Thank you oh god for the scene,

So you have eyes, I see,

I am not muscular, make me.

So you have eyes, I see."

As that boy was preparing his bed he saw the girl in her night dress through the window. The dress was somewhat revealing. Just as he took a glimpse of the scene the window got shut up.

His whole night and next day went sleepless and reckless and thought his prayers at night are working hell good for him, so he waited for the next night.

His prayers increased to demands and tonight he demanded...

"Make me sexy, I pray,

Just a bit more, I say

Sneak in through but still remain,

You can see, so I pray."

Remembering his hymning skills he started admiring her beauty as...

"Let me be king, you queen,

Like one never seen.

You so beautiful, I crap,

I am only left with a half.

I want to take you, to feel you,

Let me see what you have."

As he finished his hymn a thunder came, a thunder in ages, light was bright and sound was loud. Terrified by this slept that night.

Next day as he woke up he felt somewhat stretched. His tongue was not fitting in his mouth. He felt the floor little early when he was climbing down from the bed. It took him no longer to realize that he was a monster from outside. Soon after some introspection he realized that he was monstrous from inside as well.

He might be not so good physically but had great philosophical sense and figured out that these were his demands answers. This was the reason he was not scared.

So dear friends,

"Thoughts are abstract and not visible but still defines the whole depth inside you."

                                                                                                                                   -Written by |Rupank Pahuja|