Confusion

My mouth wants to speak,
But no sound escapes.
My body wants to move,
But my brain doesn’t listen.
My heart wants to memorize,
But my senses always denied .
Why even my desire refused by myself?
Why am I so broken?
Why is it so hard?

I can’t let you see how vulnerable I’m,
I can’t give an inch,
Or I feel like I’ll lose it all.
Why do i still bother to try?
When I can’t even lift a finger in your direction.

To hold your hand,
To let you know how much I need you, When all I want is for you to hold me,
But I sit in silence,
Silently Frozen.

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to just be in the moment with you,
You see, my heart’s gone cold to preserve what little is left of me.
So I often wonder.
Why do i still love you?
When you’re nothing left except the garbage,
And why do you still love me?
When I’m nothing but broken pieces of who I used to be?


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Theories

An apple amazed Newton,
Gave him a theory.

So be the story,
I wonder what is our story?
Was there a pull that made us fall?
Or did we fall because we were pulled in,
Too fast or too random,
Too fated or mere coincidence.

Staring at an apple,
Red and ripe,
Plucked and ready,
I wonder can a fruit define a theory,
As read in history.

Everything has a theory,
Then searching for our’s,
Were we making history?
Are we theories of love?
Conceived out of a force,
Called gravity;
Or pulled by a romantic delusion,
Termed Destiny.

(If anyone has term to the theory which I’m searching, then please let me know.)


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लेकिन अब भी बाकी है

लिखा है अकेले अबतक , अब तुम्हारे साथ लिखना बाकी है।
लिखे है मैंने पन्ने कई, लेकिन तुम्हारे बारे में लिखना बाकी है।
लिखा है तुम्हारी आँखों के बारे में, लेकिन उसकी नशीली अदाओं के बारे में लिखना बाकी है।
लिखा है तुम्हारे होंठो के बारे में, लेकिन उसकी मदहोशी के बारे में लिखना बाकी है।
लिखा करता हूं तुम्हारी बातो के बारे में, लेकिन तुम्हारे बारे में तो लिखना बाकी है।
लिखे है तुम्हारी खुबसूरती पर, लेकिन उसे खुबसूरती के साथ लिखना बाकी है।
लिखे होंगे तुम पर किस्से कई, लेकिन तुम्हारे बारे मे किस्से लिखना अब भी बाकी है।
तुम्हारे लिए कई मन्नतें मांगी, लेकिन तुम्हें किसी मन्नत मे मांगना अब भी बाकी हैं।
किताबें कई सारी पढी है मेने, लेकिन तुम्हारे चेहरे को पढ़ना अब भी बाकी है।
तुम्हारे लिए बहुत कविताऐं लिखी, लेकिन तुम पर कविता लिखना अब भी बाकी है।।


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सर्कस निर्णय का

जीवन की डोर दूसरो को थामने का अवसर न दें।
अपने जीवन को अपने तरीके से अौर अपने लिए जिये ना कि दूसरो के लिए।

सर्कस और नेशनल पार्क में क्‍या अंतर है! जो दोनों जगह गए हैं, वही असली बात बयां कर सकते हैं। जो नहीं गए, वह दूसरों के अनुभव के आधार पर कहानी कह सकते हैं, लेकिन वन्‍यप्राणियों की मानसिकता, आजादी, व्‍यवहार के बारे में कुछ कह पाना मुश्किल है।

सर्कस में जानवर प्रशिक्षित हैं। उन्‍हें काम के बदले भोजन मिलता है। इस तरह उनका ‘करियर’ सुरक्षित है।

वहा उन्हें शिकारी से भय नहीं, खतरनाक मनुष्‍यों और जानवरों का डर नहीं। दूसरीे अौर नेशनल पार्क के वन्‍यप्राणी हैं। खतरा, चुनौती हर कदम पर। भोजन के लिए खुद ही जतन करने हैं। इसके बाद भी क्‍या कोई वन्‍यप्राणी इच्‍छा से सर्कस चुनेगा? विचार अलग-अलग हो सकते हैं, लेकिन इस बारे में शायद ही असहमति हो कि जीवन का सुख कहां अधिक सुरक्षित है।

जाने-अनजाने हम नेशनल पार्क की आजादी की जगह ‘सर्कस’ वाला जीवन जी रहे हैं। दूसरों के वादे, रहम पर जिंदगी में शांति, सुकून तलाश रहे हैं।

मेरे दोस्त पतंग का मालिक डोर खरीदने वाला नहीं, उड़ाने वाला होता है। इसलिए अपने जीवन की डोर दूसरे को थामने का अवसर न दें। अपनी सोच-समझ से खुद फैसले लीजिए। वह गलत हो सकते हैं, तो होने दीजिए, क्‍योंकि अंत उन्‍हें अपना कहने का सुख तो होगा!

निर्णय लेने की क्षमता दूसरे के पास गिरवी मत रखिए। जीवन की सबसे खूबसूरत चीज का मोल जब तक आप नहीं समझेंगे, हीरे भी चांदी के भाव दूसरों को थमाते रहेगे।

सोचन-समझने की शक्ति, निर्णय लेने की क्षमता प्रकृति का मनुष्‍य को सबसे बड़ा वरदान है। लेकिन यांत्रिक, संवेदनशून्‍य शिक्षा और यथास्थितिवादी समझ ने हमें वैज्ञानिक नजरिए से वंचित कर दिया है।

निर्णय लेने का अधिकार मनुष्‍य होने का सबसे खूबसूरत अहसास है। हम क्‍या हो सकते हैं, इसकी पहली सीढ़ी तो हमारा निर्णय है। लेकिन अक्‍सर हम खास अवसर पर निर्णय लेने से हिचकते ही नहीं, बल्कि भागते रहते हैं।

मिसाल के लिए भारत में बच्‍चे क्‍या पढ़ें, कहां पढ़ें जैसे निर्णय खुद नहीं लेते। शादी, बच्‍चे की परवरिश और करियर जैसे निर्णय के लिए हम दूसरों को फॉलो करते हैं। जिंदगी के सबसे अहम पड़ाव के लिए हमेशा दूसरों की ओर देखते रहते हैं । यह तीन चीजें हमारी सोच, समझ और निर्णय लेने की क्षमता का सबसे सरल, सामान्‍य उदाहरण है।

हममें से कितने लोग हैं, जो इन तीनों के दौरान वैज्ञानिक दृष्टिकोण अपनाते हैं! भारत में शादियों के दौरान वर पक्ष का व्‍यवहार अभी भी शालीन, सभ्‍य कहे जाना तो दूर, सामान्‍य के निकट भी नहीं है। क्‍योंकि हमने लड़़के और लड़‍की के बीच अंतर को मन से दूर नहीं किया है। ऐसा भी नहीं कि हम इस दिशा में आगे नहीं बढ़े, लेकिन हमें अभी बहुत दूर जाना है। परिवार में लड़कियों की शिक्षा में तो बाधाएं अब कम आ रही हैं, लेकिन शिक्षा के बाद उनके करियर और शादी के सवाल पर हमारा रवैया ‘सर्कस’ वाला ही है।

हम लड़कियों पर अब भी शासन करने वाले समाज के रूप में ही पहचाने जा रहे हैं। बच्‍चों, महिलाओं के साथ होने वाले व्‍यवहार पर हमारी प्रतिक्रि‍या इसका सबसे प्रबल प्रमाण है।

बच्‍चे क्‍या पढ़ें, कौन सा रास्‍ता चुनें, यह हमारे समाज का सर्कस से प्रेम दिखाने वाला दूसरा काम है। हम बच्‍चों को पालते तो नेशनल पार्क वाली फीलिंग से हैं, लेकिन हमारा आचरण हमेशा सर्कस वाला होता है। हम बच्‍चों पर इस हद तक नियंत्रण चाहते हैं कि यह कामना हमें मनोरोगी बनने की ओर धकेल रही है।

हम चाहते क्या हैं यह हमें भी ठीक से नहीं पता होता है। बच्‍चों में अपनी कामयाबी की खोज, अपनी हसरत पूरी करने की चाह हमें ऐसी ही सनक की ओर ले जाती है। हम निरंतर ऐसा किए जा रहे हैं, क्‍योंकि हमें ऐसा ही करने की ट्रेनिंग मिली है। ऐसा ही करने के लिए हम प्रशिक्षित किए गए हैं।

आखिर में करियर, नौकरी। यहां भी हमारा व्‍यवहार अपने निर्णय खुद करने की जगह दूसरों के हिसाब से चलने वाला है। हम जब तक बादल देखकर मौसम की चाल समझने की कोशिश नहीं करेंगे, रेनकोट बनाने वाली कंपनियां हमें गर्मियों में भी रेनकोट बेचती रहेगी।

मेरे कहने का तात्पर्य यह नहीं है की जो हमारे फैसले लेते है वो हमारे बारे में गलत सोचते हैं, हमारा अहित चाहते हैं। हमें उनकी बातों को बरे ध्यान से सुनना और समछना चाहिए। अौर हमें उसे सलाह के तौर पर लेना चाहिए ना कि आज्ञा के तौर पर।

करियर के मामले में भी सजग और भविष्‍यवादी दृष्टि का विकास होना जरूरी है। सबका सम्‍मान करिए, सबके साथ रहिए, लेकिन हमेशा निर्णय अपना करिए।
अब अपना निर्णय करने का वास्तविक अर्थ यह नही है की आप दूसरों पे विश्वास करना छोर दे, क्योंकि कुछ लोग होते हैं आप के जीवन में जो आप का भला सोचते है परन्तु किसी भी प्रकार से इसका यह मतलब नहीं कि आप अपनी राय, पसंद, समझ का उपयोग करना ही छोड़ दे। क्‍योंकि जीवन एक और सपने अनंत हैं। ‘सर्कस’ में शेर भी रिंग मास्‍टर के हंटर की फटकार पर नाचते हैं। इसलिए, समझिए क‍ि जिंदगी ‘सर्कस’ नहीं है और आप मनुष्‍य हैं ना कि कोई वणप्राणी…


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Meri Aadate

Maine uss gali mai jaana chhod diya
Jis se teri buu aati hai.

Mai ne unn rato se bair krr liya
Jo teri yaad dilati hai.

Maine khud se milna chhod dya,
Kyuki wo tumhara hua krta tha.

Mai ne saaas lena bhi chor diya
Sayad wo hawa tujhe Chuu ke guzri ho.

Maine Sona chor diya,
Taki tere sapne na wapas aaye.

Mai nafrat ke saath rehna sikh gya,
Kuki pyaar teri sakal ki yaad dilata hai.

Maine dosti krna chhod diya,
Taaki fir ehsaas na ho jaye ki tubhi kabhi meri dost thi.


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Actually i don’t know!

Do you know the difference between us?

Actually i don’t know!

I told you I loved you but you thought I was lying ,
And you told me how you loved me ,
But I knew you were faking.
Funny how we both loved each,
Without thinking which lie tells the truth, And which truth tells a lie.
For me you are like tear ,
So I would never dare to cry,
As I might lose you!!
But again this time you thought I’m making fun of you.
Can you see the words between my lines?
They are for you and only you.
But again you took it as your complaints.
God knows i always did the best I could do, for you,
I always tried to stand up to your expectations.
Then why do you think I never tried?


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असफल या फिर सफल ?

मोबाइल, फेसबुक और अखबार उन बच्‍चों से भरे हैं, जिन्‍होंने दसवीं/बारहवीं में शानदार प्रदर्शन किया. बधाई ऐसे बच्‍चों के गले का हार बन गई है. मिसाल के लिए हमेशा घर की खिड़की से बाहर झांकते समाज में बच्‍चों की यह कामयाबी जितना उनका भला नहीं करती उससे कहीं अधिक उनका नुकसान करती है.
सफल बच्‍चा उस बच्‍चे से कैसे बेहतर हो सकता है, जो तय समय में रटी/समझी चीजें ठीक से नहीं लिख पाया.
यह समझ पाना बहुत मुश्किल है कि कैसे एक कम नंबर पाने वाले बच्‍चे को उस बच्‍चे से कमज़ोर कहा जा सकता है, जिसके नंबर उस बच्‍चे से अधिक आए हैं. बात केवल भारत की नहीं है, दुनिया के तमाम बड़े देश इस बात की गवाही देते हैं कि वहां के इतिहास, विज्ञान, शोध, राजनीति, कला, सिनेमा में जितना योगदान कम नंबर लाने वालों का है, उतना दूसरे किसी का नहीं है.
नोबल पाने वालों की सूची इस बात का दूसरा सबसे बड़ा प्रमाण है कि बच्‍चे केवल स्‍कूल में फेल होते हैं. समस्‍या स्‍कूल की परीक्षा प्रणाली में है, उन बच्‍चों में नहीं, जो वहां कथित रूप से कमज़ोर घोषित किए जाते हैं. यह पोस्‍ट उनके लिए नहीं है, जिनके नंबर बहुत अच्‍छे आए. उनके लिए तो समाज बाहें फैलाए बैठा है. यह उनके लिए है, जिनकी नजरें, कंधे झुके हैं. जो खुद को हारा, टूटा महसूस कर रहे हैं.

मैंने कही किसी मैगज़ीन में कितनी खूबसूरत बात पढ़ी है,

‘CBSE का रिजल्ट आया. कई लोगों ने टॉप किया और बहुत से बच्चों के आशा से कम नंबर आए. जिनके नंबर कम आए, उम्मीद मुझे उन्हीं से है, क्योंकि पिछले 70 साल में टॉपर्स ने देश के लिए क्या किया, इसके बारे में किसी को कुछ नहीं पता. हां, टॉपर्स ने अपने लिए बहुत कुछ किया, यह मैं बखूबी जानता हूं. इसलिए जिनके कम नंबर आए, उन्हें बहुत बधाई. देश और समाज को उनसे बहुत आशाएं हैं.’

इस बात को थ्‍योरी मत समझिए. न ही इसे ऐसे देखा जाना चाहिए कि अरे इन बातों से कुछ नहीं होता. जिंदगी की दौड़ बड़ी क्रूर है. जानलेवा प्रतिस्‍पर्धा में बच्‍चा कैसे टिकेगा. असल में ऐसा कहते ही हम मनुष्‍य और मनुष्‍यता दोनों पर संदेह के घोड़े दौड़ा देते हैं. दसवीं और बारहवीं की परीक्षा असल में कोई मील का पत्‍थर नहीं है. यह हमारे पुराने, सड़ गल चुके सिस्‍टम की कमी है कि उसे अब तक बच्‍चों की प्रतिभा को सामने लाने का कोई दूसरा तरीका नहीं मिला है.
इसलिए सरकार, समाज और स्‍कूल अपनी पुरानी हो चुकी सोच को बदल नहीं पा रही हैं. हम दुनिया के उन देशों की ओर नहीं देख रहे हैं, जो आज भी बच्‍चे को सात साल के बाद स्‍कूल भेजने के नियम पर कायम हैं. हम उन अमेरिकन कॉलेजों के बारे में आंख-कान बंद किए हैं, जहां सबसे अधिक समय इस बात पर दिया जाता है कि आपकी रुचि क्‍या है. बेकार की चीजों में समय मत लगाइए, खुद को समझिए.
अंग्रेजों को कितना ही कोसते रहिए कि वह आपको क्‍लर्क बना गए. लेकिन उनको गए तो जमाना बीत गया. पीढ़ियां आईं और चली गईं, लेकिन स्‍कूल वैसे ही रहे. शिक्षा की रेल उसी पटरी पर दौड़ी जो अंग्रेज बिछा गए थे. हमने अपने टैगोर की विश्‍व भारती वाला रास्‍ता नहीं चुना. हमने शिक्षा के बारे में गांधी, बुद्ध और आइंस्‍टाइन की बातें नहीं सुनी. हम बच्‍चों को ढांचा बनाने में लग गए.
आप गमलों में पौधे उगाकर पर्यावरण को नहीं बचा सकते. उसके लिए जंगल चाहिए. ठीक इसी तरह नई, वैज्ञानिक सोच-समझ वाले नजरिए वाला देश बड़ों से नहीं बनेगा. उसका बीज बच्‍चों से तैयार होगा. इसलिए बच्‍चों को मार्कशीट के आधार पर तौलना बंद करना होगा. यह अपने ही खिलाफ किया जा रहा सबसे बड़ा अपराध है.
इसलिए, अपने उन बच्‍चों को जो आज नंबर की होड़ में पिछड़कर आत्‍महत्‍या तक को निकल रहे हैं, संभालिए. समझाइए कि स्‍कूल दुनिया से मिलने का रास्‍ता तो दूर, पगडंडी तक नहीं हैं. हमेशा याद रखिए और दूसरों से साझा करिए,

बच्‍चा असफल नहीं होता, असफल स्‍कूल होता है. बच्‍चे हमेशा मंजिल तक पहुंचते हैं, बशर्ते हम उनको बता सकें कि जाना कहां है.’

और यह हमारा और हमारे समाज का ही काम है, बच्‍चों का नहीं.

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It’s not your Fault 

It’s not your fault that I expected,
May be it’s mine that I did.

It’s not your fault that you don’t feel,
May be it’s mine because I cherish every moment with a great zeal.
It’s not your fault that I am disappointed,
May be it’s mine because it was only you that I wanted.

It’s not your fault that I am broken,
May be it’s mine because I am still hoping.

It’s not your fault that you don’t love me,
May be it’s mine that I love you more than I love myself.

It’s not your fault that you want us to be friends, even unknown,
May be it’s mine that I can’t withstand seeing you for more than a days.

It’s not your fault you don’t remember my birthday,
May be it’s mine that I remember every moment spent with you any day.

It’s not your fault that you can go for days without talking to me,
May be it’s mine that I read our entire conversation every time I am lonely.

It’s not your fault that I want to talk you every single day,
May be it’s mine that even taking your name makes me full of energy.

It’s not your fault that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be,
May be it’s mine that you are my everything.

It’s not your fault that you don’t love me,
But this is My happiness to love you.
Yes I love you ❤
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As i saw you

As i saw you,
Its seems a adventure is going to happen with me,
Nothing is wrong with you or me,
These feelings are so intense,
That i miss a feeling and i do not even remember.

It’s like being possessed by my own feelings,
That’s not crazy,
That’s human nature,
That you have your own feelings.,
That’s a good thing.
I want to tear down all these walls,
And then ball my eyes out,
It’s heartbreak,
It will pass because,
Fortune favours the brave,
But headache favours the lonely.
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Let’s Chat

He:  Hey.
She:  Hi.
He:  Watsup?
She:  Nothing much just chatting. You say?
He:  Okay. Same here.
**Chat Ended**

But actually, he always used to type a lot more than what he used to send.
He:  Hey.
She:  Hi.
He:  Watsup?

She:  Nothing much just Chatting. You say?
He: Oh ! me, I was thinking about you, the way you smile, the way you speak, the way you dress up, oh! this reminds you were looking like a princess not in specific but in all dress and specially when you are smiling but I never had a chance to say that

//Backspace deleted his messages but always failed to delete those feelings.//

**Changes**
He: Same here.
//Waits for some time but as usual no reply//



**Starts typing again**
He: Hey if you are free someday would you like to grab a cup of Coffee?

//Backspace won again//



She:  You were typing something?
He:  Oh yeah but was sending to someone else, sorry wrong chat window. (laughs)
She:  Hehe. Okay.

 
 
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He always believes that a day might come when he will be able to ask her out. Know the deepest secrets of her life. Will become her best friend with whom she can be herself. He will become someone she trusts blindly. To become one of the reasons behind her smile. To be someone to whom she can talk freely without any hesitation, telling things all by her own. A day might come when he will become her ultimate problem solver. The reason to change her last seen to typing. He will become someone who can love her the way no one has ever loved anyone.
A day might come when he will be able to ask her out for Coffee.
But what if this never happens?

What???

…….d….e….a…..t…..h…….????

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I know…..but?

I know I can’t fly,
But why is it hard to resist when you’re around?

I know I am good at hiding what I feel,
But why can’t I hide anything about you?

I know how to be happy at times,
But why my smile doesn’t vanish at all when you’re with me?

I know I can go for days without talking to anyone,
But why there is a constant urge in me to see you every day?

I know I don’t care what others think of me,
But why do I want to know how you feel about me?

I know I can make decisions for myself,
But why do I want to ask you everything that I do?

I know I am not an artist,
But why do I see your face in everything that I look?

I know I’m not drunk or anything,
But why I’m in a constant hangover of your thoughts?

I know I am an Atheist,
But why do I pray for you?

I know I don’t believe in Magic,
But why always I’m hypnotised when I look in your eyes?

I know I can’t do everything,
But why do I want to try everything that makes you happy?

I know I can’t stop you from crying,
But why do I curse myself when you cry in-front of me?

I know angels do not exist,
But why does it feel like heaven when you smile?

I know one is less heavy than two,
But why the opposite takes place when you hold my hand?

 I know I will make mistakes (blunders sometimes),
But I want to know will you help me rectify them together?

I know distance is a physical quantity,
But why does it feel like only a word when I want to meet you?

I know what others will talk behind my back,
But never did I care about them nor will I.

 I know I don’t care what is the name of “the thing” between us,
But I do know You are everything I aspire for and I’m in love with you and will be doing so till my very last breath…..

 

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Wake up and smell the love

Wake up and smell the love,
Why are you wasting your time??
Are you sleeping?
Or act to be sleeping?

You are finding love here and there,
But its in your left pocket dear,
Are you gathering fregrences??
Oh!! literally its wastage of time.

Have you come out of your dreamworld?
Or still going through the utopical dream,
Well !! wake up obviously you,
And consult a psychiatrist.

Have you problem in your nostrils??
But it seems in your thinking vision,
Just wake up and remove the fregranted cotton of hate from your nose.

Have you a suitcase full of dollars??
Than throw it between the needer,
Than taste your bitterness yourself.

Are you a dareing lover??
Well !! you know to beat the time by a second,
But how’s idea to beat… again without…..

(If you have any idea to complete this last line…than must be in comment!! Thanking you!!!)

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Loving someone is difficult!

Its like hamering the heart,
Freezing of sensation,
Barking of mind and fighting with hooligan heart.

We love, and we expect to be loved back.
When we don’t get the much-expeected in bonding,
Out involvement gives us pain!

We care, we yearn, we wait,
We spend every second of our life,
Thinking about that one person whom we love.

But when we realize that this person whom we are so dedicated,
So committed is not at all thinking about us the entire day it gives us frustration.

But still we can’t stop loving,
The more we are ignored the more we love,
The more we invite pain.

Is loving someone is so difficult?
Or the only first love is difficult??
But always the difficult roads leads to beautiful destination!!!!

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I goes through an accident

I go through an accident,
Not physically but heartedly,
In the middle of an ordinary day,
A miracle happened.

I get shocked,
My eyes got paused but,
My heart accelerated very fast,
Its seeems an electric shock moving ups and down,
I just lost the sensation of my sense organs,
Is it result of that accident?
Am i going to the death bed?

You came into my life,
From seemingly nowhere in particular,
And showed me what it was to love.

Spontaneous love,
Butterflies in the stomach love,
The ‘you’re everything I think of’ love.

I fell in love with your looks,
Fell in love with your moves,
And fell in love with your soul.

In the middle of an ordinary day,
A miracle happened,
I fell in love with your everything,
And now i wished everyone should must go through this accident!!!

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Headache

I’m suffering through headache,
Or let me say my mind is the one going through the  pain.
The pain goes down through my heart, rips through my rib cages.
It just crushed my body all oviously…

The pain of having to think about you 24/7.
The pain of wondering what else thing are you doing.
The pain of having to think of how you act, look, and feel when you also go through pain.
The pain of how you look like when you wake up.
Are you flawless like the river.
The pain of having to think of the first thing you do when you wake up.

Only God knows.
I want to be with you in the morning, afternoon, and evening.
I want to know how a typical day with you feels like.
My medulla oblongata always has you in mind. This is not Science. It is love.
The love I have for you is so immense, distance can’t handle it.

Distance feels it’s so long and wide,
it thought love wouldn’t reach us.
But it got it all wrong.
Love got tighter than a tough coconut covers.
But still my head hurts. It aches or what so ever.

Don’t know whether to follow Doctor’s advice of taking DISPIRIN.
But the truth of the matter is…
I don’t want to stop thinking about you.
So I’m going to let the love headache persist.
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1mai1

This poem i loves to dedicate my loveliest friend ch……and my Bhabhiiji(Lady Don). actually mai ne un dono ke lye likhi hi hai….just enjoy dear
……….@……….@………..@………..@…………..

Kuch pyar hote hai jo dur se hi ho jate hai,
Kuch pyar hote hai jo pass ho ke bhi kho jate hai.

Ye dunya aksar aasiko ke janaje mai jati hai,
Par kuch hote hai duniya ke lye misal ban jate hai.

Hai uske bhi kai rup aur rang,
Par dil uska sacha hai,
Mana ki nahi hai coolest in look,
Par dil se hai pura purest tumhare liye hai by hook or by crook.

Aksar lok chand-taro aur jannat ki baate kiya karte hai,

Par tum dono ka sath har ek pal hi janat hai.

 Tum uske sath de ke to dekho,

Oo duniya se lar jayenge,
Sach kehta hu aag nahi lagunga duniya mai,
Aag oo duniya ko laga jayenge.

Khone ko to kuch nahi tha,
Phir bhi kho dali hai apni nind aur pyaas,
Jine ko bahot bahane the uske pass,
Par aaj tum se behtar kuch na hai uske pass.

Kehne ko to milan hota hai do jismo ja,
Par tumlogo ne kuch alag kar dalne ka soch dali hai,
Kurukshetra ja ke tumko likhni nai kahani hai.

Ab tarif karui kuch Bhabhiji (N….) ki,
Karore mai nahi wah 1mai1 hai mere dost ke lye,
Kuki carore mai 1to aksar dundh lye jate hai.

Ab mai bhi kuch bolu,
Yaad jarur karna apni shaadi mai dear😘😍…
Koi nahi agar aaj aap sath nahi har ek pal hai,
Aksar mere dost mushkilo mai hi misale likhi jati hai.

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Khayalat

Kuch kehte hai pyar aapko andha bana deta hai,
Kuch to pyar ko hi andha bana dete hai,
Par kya bolu unse jo pyar mai bhi dekhna chahte hai.

Kuch ankho mai khote hai,
Kuch bato mai khote hai,
Pur apni duniya kuch alag hai,
Hum to har ek saas mai khote hai.

Kuch pass hoke bhi dur hote hai,
Kuch dur hoke bhi pass hote hai,
Par apni kahani sab se alag hai,
Tanhaiyo me bhi apke khaylo me apne pan sa lgta hai.

Kuch jayda emotions wale hote hai,
Kuch kam emotions wale hote hai,
Par kya bolu apne bare mai,
Emotions bhi unki dastak dete hi mom ki tarah pighal jate hai.

Kuch ehsaso ko tabazzo dete hai,
Kuch khayalo ko tabazzo dete hai,
Kuch to apne dimag ki bhi sun lete hai,
Kae to dil ki sun te hai,
Par hum to unki har ek ruh ki aawaz ko sun lete hai.

Kuch apne ehsaaas bol ke baya karte hai,
Kuch gaa ke to wahi kuch naach ke,
Par hum to aaj bhi sabdo ke sath khel ke baya karte hai.

Kuch manjil ke liye raah dundh lete hai,
Kae to raah ko hi manjil bana lete hai,
Hum bhi nikle the usi raah par,
Par kya kare raah ne hi hume apni manzzil chun li.

Kae to sadko pe milte hai,
Kae raah me milte hai ,
Par apni mulakat hui thi saaso ke ek mod pe,
Aur uss roz se hum aap ke har ek saaso ko pehcante hai.

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Fallen

I have completely fallen for you,
Everything you do,
Everything you say,
Everything you are.

You’r my first thaught in morning,
You’r my last thaught before I fall asleep,
And you’r almost every thought in between.

You have no idea about the amount of happiness,
That you brought in my life,
Which is even more precious than the mines of gold.

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Having best birthday ever!!!

You’re a real sweetheart.
You’re a spoonful of sugar,
a drop of syrup and a dot of honey,
Have the sweetest birthday ever!!!!

This is a virtual hug and a kiss for your birthday, in the form of the lovely Poetry for you.
Here’s wishing that you get the warmest hugs and kisses from friends and family as you celebrate your birthday today.

I am gifting you a bag full of hugs and kisses on your birthday,
Not in the expectation for the something in return,
But to feel you the special my dear,
And the smile which comes on your face after going through this,
That’s my only expectation.

Every second, every minute, every hour, every day – these are the only times I think about you. 

Isn’t life ironic? I am celebrating the countdown towards death,

Of the same person without whom I would be unable to live life.

And not in last wishing you the same as others,
Having best birthday ever!!!

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Sudden Action

I feel like l have known your whole lives,
I didn’t think that I have ever been connected with anyone like the way i have been with you,

When I looks into your eyes thats i feel it,
That sudden sense of hope give me hope,
You make things okay,
No one can do that for me,
but only you bcz you are some special.

Its crazy bcz even i don’t know,
when you became so important to me,
Its like watching sunrise,
You see the orangish color adding up,
But when suddenly comes out clearly you don’t know,

And finally you are confiscated by the rays,
And its over,
And you are like rays which confiscate me my baby…..!!!

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-VIII


But regardless of how quickly you left,

 or how much time we spent together,

 or whether your leaving was bad enough to be considered ‘heartbreak,’

 I’m glad you taught me what love isn’t. 

Because it helped me finding the love ,

which I expecting from you. 

Even though it hurt, but your leaving must

 led me again to the deadliest person .

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-VII

And the question I ask myself a lot is,
if I barely even knew you,
why did it hurt so badly when you left?
That’s why I don’t like remembering you, because every time I think of you,
Unwillingly my mind think of how you hurt me,

Can you change this??

What…….if yess,

Then please my dear provide me the treatment……

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-VI

I barely even knew you so when I remember you,
I shouldn’t be so sour.
I’m not one to harbor always positive feelings, but I think if there’s any positivity within me most of it is harbored with you.
And that’s the thing,
I even i don’t know  ,
because you came into my life with cyclon,
but the way you left still hurt.

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-V

I barely even knew you,
so you really shouldn’t matter.
I shouldn’t do a double-take every time someone who looks like you sits across from me on the metro.
I shouldn’t be worrying about what will happen if I run into you when I visit a part of the colony I know you frequent.
Your existence shouldn’t concern me,
but for some reason I just really don’t like being reminded that you and I were once a thing.
Is it the right part for me or not,
Just confused……..!!!

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-IV

I barely even knew you,
so why is every memory of you and I together stained with regret?
Why can’t I just completely forget you?
How the hell do you find your way back in?
I wish I were more like those little ant traps you stick around the house.
The ants flock in only to find that what they’re attracted to is poison,
and then they take that poison back to where they came from,
their colony, and they never come back again. That’s really morbid,
but I really do wish I could just forget you ever happened.

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