On every little unjust act,
I broke inside,
On every little partial comment,
I broke further,
On every crude conduct,
I became empty,
On every piercing remark,
I filled myself.
On every impertinent instance,
I hardened myself.
On every snippy judgment,
I was filled with dissent
On every consuming denial,
I stood sturdy
On every pretentious care,
I felt shallow.
On every demeaning proclaim,
I felt elated,
On every inconspicuous attack,
I forbade all repercussions.
On every disparaging effort,
I prevailed sedately
Author Archives: neha verma
Winds of Change
Blow sweet wind,blow loud blow clear.
You carry the aroma,
the aroma of metamorphosis.
where she suffers
because she is SHE
soothe them, sedate them,
for their values fetch no true sedation.
so they may carry
so they may love profound
so they may re-learn
for winds of change.
When words fail you
When words fail you,
heart ceases to be at peace,
eyes speak for it, can’t enwrap it all
they can’t deceit, for they show all.
Mere movements of lips,
shaking unshakingly ,says a lot
trembling, not meaninglessly
When words fail you
Curling the toes,
turning away your gaze
kvetching the silence
When words fail you.
Incertitude of love-less-life
when you expect the favor
but fail to evince
When words fail you
Numb body, brimming love
Lost coherence of soul and self
Unflagging desire to get solace
When words fail you.