Manipulators

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The minds of naive are transparent
public catching them are apparent

Lost are they in the jungle gym
fail to recognize the inner brim

Crowded are the manipulates,
easily can they stipulate

Hazed are the judgments
of gullible
heads are twirled by the
shrewder (s)

The trap is done
mock was a fun

You realize it later
Now clear with the traitor

Each time, appears the treachery
You become aware of the false
sensory .

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Selfish Me

Selfish Me

You nurture dependency , yet yearn constant independency

You fear losing the close ones , yet want to break -free your path tons

You debate the modern views , yet can’t neglect the conservative views

You believe in the spiritual path yet want to have materialistic math

You want to get everything , but are left with nothing 

The feeling is unbeatable , emotions unstable

Your worries seem endless , you hide the suppress

The selfish me is intertwined , leaving I undermined

 

 

Trust is All I give , Trust is What I need

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Gloomy  days are passing by ,

which crept like a shadow

Haunted in the dreamy nights

numbing my first light

 

beacon of hope came to rescue ,

bloggers around the world as hue

 

Branching out in virtual life,

gave me strength

Made few bonds in length

 

Doubts cripples us is never

have I denied

Open with the confide

 

Trust is life’s difficult task

It is what I ever ask

 

As Trust is All I can give

Trust is what I need …

 

Letting Go

Art of letting go is tough to learn

My mind got to turn stern

The endless wait has arrived

With a new wait to survive

Recurring thoughts of past mistakes rebound

Heart pounds with the fear of flesh wound

Turning into a new leaf is a long journey

I need to keep myself burning,

As I sit alone in my room

Waiting for my thoughts to resume

The Indecisive Trap

 

 

 

 

 

Mind thinks pragmatic , Heart yearns tender
To surrender one , is a difficult blender

You chose the heart and got a start
As the days passed , there stood the thwart

Battling the fight , you struggled to attempt
Failing the effort , shattered self-contempt

Mustering the courage , you woke everyday
Feeling all the same , in dismay

Time had come , to choose the mind
helpless heart couldn’t unwind

The Indecisive had laid his trap
leaving behind a small gap

Lost In Taciturn

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Mind is worried with fear and doubts
Heart is filled with cry and shout
Walking across the pathways,
Clouded are your thoughts as
always
Your playlist is in auto mode
But the heart is stuck on
unary code
Out of the blue , eyes go wet
You try to hide those in rainy sweat
Lost in taciturn, lone I walk
Hearing the mind voice ,as they talk

 

 

The Emotions Of Strength

 

The cry of born baby is always fascinating
The cry of the growing baby is happiness of first walk
The cry of child is a playground wound
The cry of the boy are his high demands
The cry of the youth is his teenage problem
The cry of a guy is his lost love
The cry of man is his fate
The cry of an aged is his weak bones
THE cry for the person is for a lost life

     All cries are experienced
But to save are very handy
Depressed cries are the worst
But it strengthens your emotions like a burst
Each step gives you a skilled strength
But bottle of emotions still filled in heart
To conquer the bottle is difficult
But to flush out has to be the final result
The Emotions Of Strength are tough to battle with
But an ultimate part of body to fiddle with

Manipulators

 

The minds of naive are transparent
public catching them are apparent

Lost are they in the jungle gym
fail to recognize the inner brim

Crowded are the manipulates,
easily can they stipulate

Hazed are the judgments
of gullible
heads are twirled by the
shrewder (s)

The trap is done
mock was a fun

You realize it later
Now clear with the traitor

Each time, appears the treachery
You become aware of the false
sensory .

Numbness Gone Wrong

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The cry of the baby is described to innocence,
that of a man sounds as a weakness

Insecurities to unveil is always a hard part,
To succeed in same would definitely be
a new art .

Despondence has become a lone friend
of mine
To turn him into foe , mite give me a new
lifeline .

Heart has grown cruel , I can’t feel any pain
Neither in sickness nor in happiness

Numbness gone wrong
I don’t know where I belong .

 

 

 

Doubts Cripple

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What if are the two words
the mind always asks

You take a new step
Yet boggle there pops

A chill via body you
feel it in the heart
The voice of those
words become a
weak part.

Never let the ‘Doubts
Cripple’ is easy to pester
To start that battle is
difficult to muster.

Hypocrisy is a persona
in each one’s thee .
To hyperbolize in words
is the loose way of me .

Still with the write it
eases my impair
My goal to do the same,
for everyone in despair .