Poetry work

Situations are bad, But your life is not, Opportunities are endless, Give your best shot. You are tough and a believer, You are definitely strong, Believe in your hard work, It will never prove you wrong. How hard is difficult? But it is complex no doubt, If you fell for the trap, there are ways to come out, Listen to your mind, pay no heed to the weak heart, The pain will stifle you because it has its own art. Do not ever turn back to the days of past, 'I look forward to victory', Should be your motto at last. Days will go rough, days will go smooth, Do not back down so early, like a milky tooth. Patience is the key to the lock of every bad door, Don't blindly believe in your destiny, as it has no floor. Trust and faith is the core, you can have only from some,  People are so many, Many pessimists are about to come, In this dark world, sometimes black seems bright, If you are in different colors, you will never get the ...

Does God allow pain? Or, Is it a basic human law? Who tells our heart to break? Like it is made up of cheap glass. Why cannot trust be absolute? The way it should matter to us. The man in vain cries, Do you think it graces the occasion? Does extra mean more?  And less mean enough? To surround ourselves with troubles, A situation complex to come out. An audacious person's cup, Filled with harmonious bittersweetness. To utter long wailing cries, It is a horrible creature of the imagination. Does the truth prevail in harmony? A resonant sound of trust! An image made up of glory, It ends with criticism in a derogatory manner. Extremely delicate or refined, It is too much to operate the roll. Have we come a long way to the conclusion? Because the road is too dark in appearance...

She wrote him a poem, but it never got finished They both fell in love, but it was soon diminished She sits on his bed and cries in his lap She cries back at him, knowing they can't go back. Hours go by and neither one can accept That by letting go they are doing what's best At the end of the day, comes the part which she fears To let him go without shedding a tear Never again will he kiss her goodbye And just that thought makes her start to cry Now she'll finish that poem, and will write it today This is the start and here's what it says "You are my love, you drew me in With a voice like a king and the hardest skin Your eyes shine like silver and your smile melts my heart I know that nothing could tear us apart" That's what she wrote and let me just say That she'd never do anything to throw that away But that's not how it works; this world's bitter and harsh And then something happened, which drew them apart An old girlfrie...

WHAT IF..... WHAT IF LIFE IS SHORT, LIVING MAKES IT BIG. WHAT IF THERE'S DARK TIMES AHEAD?,YOUR THINKING MAKES IT TWIG. WHAT IF OUR HEARTS ARE WEAK, ITS STILL STRONGER THAN A STONE, WHAT IF MAKING CHOICES IN FUTURE, ARE NARROWER THAN A CONE. WHAT IF PEOPLE CHEAT OTHERS, AND TEAR APART THE RELATIONS, WHAT IF GOD TAKES ALL THE DECISIONS, FOR HIS UGLIEST CREATIONS. WHAT IF YOUR VOICE IS PRESSURED, AND YOU STIFLE TO GET THE TINIEST AIR,? WHAT IF THE OUTPUT OF YOUR CONCILIATION, DOESN'T MAKE THINGS FAIR? WHAT IF THE ANT BECOMES BIG, AND THE BIGGEST CREATURE SMALL, WHAT IF AT THE  STUPIDEST RIGHT TIME, YOU COULDN'T TAKE THE RIGHT CALL? WHAT IF THE PAPER TURNS BLACK, AND THE PEN GOES UNSEEN, WHAT IF BLOOD GETS DRY, AND YOUR RELATIONSHIPS GET UNCLEAN. WHAT IF WATER STOPS ITS FLOW, AND TURN THINGS DRY? WHAT IF THERE IS NO PAIN, THEN PEOPLE WILL FORGET TO CRY. WHAT IF OUR EYES STOP SEEING THE TRUTH, AND HATRED TAKES OVER AGAIN? WHAT I...

THE DIARY OF A "WOMAN" II I feel as if I wrote this myself alone,  Smothering my pain because my heart was a stone. Recessing on a bed nothing fancy but white, My life flew high and as far as kite. My beloved, I felt insecure in my childhood, I wish I had taken help, but none I could. I ain't complaining, nor I would cry, I just hoped for good things, which i couldn't buy. My partner was my first boyfriend, with whom I interacted the most, The second part had just begun but I couldn't raise the toast. I miss my loneliness, but I also respect my fame, Marriage gave me a new phase but also a new name. Not soon but early I hope for getting a new sun, This part of my life was incredibly fun. Being a human I cannot unlock all the doors of life, But I can make it sharp and as clean as a knife. I know my inside, but i never lose hope, Shoving my troubles aside I always find scope. My true friend is one whom I talk very excessive, But if someone steals her...

                              “Believe in yourself….” It doesn’t matter that your dream come true if you spend your whole life sleeping, So get out there and go for it, but don’t be caught waiting. It’s great to plan for your future, Just don’t live there because nothing really happens in the future. Whatever happens it happens now, so live your life where the action is now. It is unimaginably hard to save good memories, Probably the best scene to evaluate from all those short stories. Failure, a negative of success never fails to bring you back down, One who has not seen failure has never watched a leaf go brown. If you have never made success but still hope for better, Try to get rid of false predictions which could possibly make your life bitter. Unquestionable acts are a way of expressing your thought, A better escalating action will make long things quite sho...