The Father

[Twelfth below, In a very simple manner, I tried to express a very little part of whole of what a father is to its child. I hope this little composition does its bit.]

From God, your happiness he’d borrow

From God, about your peace of tomorrow

With you, in joy and despair

With you, in kindness and care

You cried, he consoled

You cried, he sworn never to scold

You calmed, he felt content

You calmed, made you sleep and went

You giggled, he felt that sheer joy

You giggled, he bought you another toy

For you, he’d get everything you need

For you, he’d do all that great deed

For him, love him ample

For him, be a child’s best example

He will, thank god forever

He will, defy you never

What would you be without him,

He’s your dearest, Father!

-Priyesh

Captivity

[This is the tenth. I tried reducing the lines to minimal use of words. It's all about drowning in love. Quite captivating!]

Soulfully sublime,

Vivid like mime…

Drowning in its intensity,

Sinking down deep

Confined in her captivity…

Keeps me awake,

Evidently! Not namesake,

Puzzling curiosity

Unwillingly locked inside

The doors of her captivity

Love blinded

Entangled and winded

Her command, my activity

Walking behind in chains

On paths of her captivity

 Loves me seldom

I’m deprived of freedom

Neither I want her absorbability

Nor I want to escape

The clutches of her captivity.

-Priyesh

Playing The Lead

[I hope the words below are able enough to sprinkle some qualities which are must for a person who likes to lead]

Put yourself in a competitive garden,

Let your mean determination harden;

Enhance the anticipation for success and greed,

You reign while playing the lead!

Efforts from core, with momentum & flow,

Opponents grow jealous, tantrums they throw;

Watch your minion’s bow, the sweat bead,

Enthrall yourself, playing the lead!

Tear against the obstruction stream,

Virtue in your eyes shall sparkle and gleam;

Conquer the pinnacle with unmatched speed,

Mandatory only when you’re playing the lead!

Depletion in rival’s action,

When you turn the tables in spilt fraction;

Sow with hope, your innovative seed,

Will sprout aplenty while playing the lead!

Crave for more, opportunities will adore,

You shall be praised in galore;

Helpless negativity will bleed,

Domination gets encapsulated in playing the lead!

-Priyesh

Shattered...

 [Eighth now, a very little part about how one may feel when that person loses hope.]

Sensing defeat, I feel gloomy

All the right reasons, pointing to me

Motive fragmented and lay scattered.

Can’t take it any more, I feel Shattered...

Confessions I shouldn’t ask,

Couldn’t hide my excusable mask;

No place for courage to be gathered,

Helplessly bowing before you, I feel Shattered...

Mistakes tell me I should be ashamed,

No one else but myself to be blamed;

Never realized what could have mattered,

Thorns of regret sinking in me, I feel Shattered…

The jeopardy and the trouble, in my ears they ring,

Dawned upon me, what sufferings they bring;

I make sure everything to be heard,

Before the next time I feel shattered...

-Priyesh

Leaving Behind Those Crutches!

[In this sixth attempt, I tried on an inspirational topic. Its all about how one can keep out the comfort zone and achieve with an unquestionable effort. I hope I put it rightly in here.]

Destiny ain't so near,

Even if u fall, the almighty comes and fetches;

Late before never, but you’ll walk,

Leaving behind those crutches!

Success itself prays for you,

Set yourself free from the depressed clutches;

You’ll feel killed, but you’ll walk,

Leaving behind those crutches!

Clock feels stuck but you’ll learn it quick,

Tears trickling down, but within hope’s latches;

Checks your patience, but you’ll walk,

Leaving behind those crutches!

Nearly there, you will sense it,

You can win any moment, destiny itself searches;

Blinding out the obstacle, you’ll walk,

Leaving behind those crutches!

-Priyesh

Nowhere In Vicinity!

[It's all about dawning upon any man when he identifies the fake love. He though is happy to break free. I hope you'll like it.]

Blamed me for nothing, disgusted me,

Only I could measure my love and its intensity;

Demolished and wiped out her reflection from my soul,

She’s now, nowhere in vicinity!

Trusted every lie in every fake smile,

Unrealized, Love crazed, and sheer insanity;

Is maybe the reason I removed her from me,

She’s now, nowhere in vicinity!

Hitting reality, conscience alarmed me,

Confronting smiles, but pretending simplicity;

It dawned upon me and shook me within,

She’s now, nowhere in vicinity!

Against crossing winds, I stand aware,

Heart strings untangle, catapulting myself to reality;

Self-proclaimed and wide awake,

She’s now, nowhere in vicinity!

-Priyesh

A Standalone Soul!

[Fifth now, This is quite self explanatory I suppose. But nevertheless, its's a process from 'love at first sight' to 'suffering after the break-up'. Enjoy!]

First gaze, loved and enthralled,

Drowning into her love,

Lost my commonplace, I was on a roll;

I forgot that I had,

A standalone soul!

Overwhelming, anxious and insatiable daydreams,

Tempting tryst, engrossed in chats,

Together hand-in-hand, cruised into an eternal stroll;

Now it was not,

A standalone soul!

Expectations at faith’s threshold,

Visible cracks on a crystal trust,

Hollow love, devil mind taking a toll;

It began to show,

A standalone soul!

Cursing self, nevertheless,

No place to beg and plead,

The short-lived saga written on a scroll;

Bleeding the pain out, it cries,

A standalone soul!

Learnt from the blunders,

Lessons no one could have ever taught,

Nobody shall have it now, not partly, not as a whole;

Roaming in solitude now,

A standalone soul!

-Priyesh

With My Broken Wing...

[Friends, in this fourth, I tried to sport some inspiration below. It depicts of anyone who is turned down by the world just because the world realizes that particular person can succeed. Just a reflection of the society where one falls, pulling back the succeeding ones too. I hope this be good in spreading the word.]

They mislead and unappreciated,

Down on my knees they bring;

But how can I fly?

With my broken wing...

They wanna tell me I can't do it,

Within me, my belief can do that thing;

But how can I fly?

With my broken wing...

They demean my caliber, Pulling me back,

sounds from inside sets me thinking;

But how can I fly?

With my broken wing...

They Curse me to death, and rejoice upon

Even though, I hope with a heavenly feeling;

But how can I fly?

With my broken wing...

They pray me derail in my life's journey,

Gods of faith in me, I make them sing;

But how can I fly?

With my broken wing...

Crossing worlds all the evil skies,

I shan't lose, I shall bring;

And I'll learn to fly,

With my broken wing...

-Priyesh

Wax Eyes

[Friends, in this composition, I made an attempt to describe the helpless eyes which resembles to the behavior of wax. As wax melts when heated, same way the eyes too flow when the emotions are troubled (or even out of sheer happiness). I hope I made an effort worth reading.]

Non-healing wounds and joy in disguise,

throwing pain and flowing rejoice;

Uncertainty locked within,

Wax Eyes...

Conscience echoing her fooling lies,

stubborn mistrust, to be precise;

Feeling them melt again,

Wax Eyes...

Funeral of my affection's demise,

hate and disregard multiplies;

Kept from evaporating,

Wax Eyes...

Innocent and expectant,

Even in joy, even in compromise;

With rain drops they unite,

Wax Eyes...

Counting on several tries,

consoling with fake self-advice;

screaming out stream of the helpless heart,

Wax Eyes...

-Priyesh

My Directions Fade !

[Folks, here I am again with my second composition. This is about a guy who assumed the girl he likes, liked him too. When later he realizes, thinks it was nothing but betrayal. Thinking upon which he is puzzled and thinks his direction of life is somewhat lost. I hope you like it.]

I heard the unsaid,

My directions fade;

Waited watching her go,

My directions fade.

Alone in the dark I walk,

guilty conscience talk;

Under the betrayal shade,

My directions fade.

I regret having kept the trust,

ended in emotional rust;

Puzzled with the promises she made,

My directions fade.

My first love - found and lost,

at anxious expectation's cost;

I shall never let my hope degrade,

But helplessly, My Directions fade !!!

-Priyesh

Like The First Time...

[Friends, this is my first attempt in poetry. May have many flaws though. I hope you like this small composition]

The world is far when she's near;
I may lose her, I fear
Bother I shall not about tomorrow;
Until the last day she is dear !

She steals my mind's elation
Ends in a blank expectation
I can't think of tryst,
'cause i fear some seperation !

I pronounce her breeze
takes me over with ease
She's the only one i wanna cease
And suffer this happy disease !

She smiles like a flower;
Stays on my mind every hour
I pray its not fate's conspiracy
Or i may diffuse like any oil-lamp's destiny !

-Priyesh