Indelible Musings

The following poem has been inspired from just a mere phase of life: Calm, composing breeze brushes past Inhaled goodness, exhaled toxic thoughts Breathe of fresh air turns on the key to motivation

The following poem has been inspired by love and relationships. Gazing straight into her eyes His tall figure overpowered her petite frame Long and passionate ,  it was, an eternal feeling

The following poem has been inspired from the women, whom we come across almost everyday. When we travel in a bus or train or auto; While crossing a road, or having a coffee at a cafe; While strolling in the park or just observing the many women, whom we feel more beautiful/content/happier than us. Stroking the strand of hair beside her eyes, Her fingers searched for an answer Confused, They settled beside her red voluminous lips

The following poem is inspired by a bride, who is all set to begin her new life. She looks adorable and will probably have an adorable life too. Thou eyes , black large dots spoketh silently , gazing around swiftly making way for your new abode As she walks down the aisle to marry the man of her dreams. Her face blossoms like the new blooming flower. She blushed, like that rose in the garden Her face like a moon on a full moon night drowned in love, she tip toed to another world

Yet again another poem which cannot be seen as a positive and calm approach but still I write it under the same heading. The following poem is inspired by the recent rape incident that occured in New Delhi (Rape of a 27-year-old by an Uber can driver). Bruised lips, teeth dug in Kohl smudged, flesh scooped out She struggled but lost.

The following Haiku is inspired from an image that I drew in my mind. I do not know who it was or whom be resembles but I felt instigated by the whole imagery and this is what followed- Droopy eyes Soulless Cursed Life

This is not really a positive poem. Unfortunately,  when you see such incidents happening in a so called secular country, you can't really keep calm and positive. The following poetry has been derived from the mass conversion of muslims that took place in Agra on December 10. Secularism Gone Hayware Fanatics Abound

I had promised to myself that I shall remain calm and positive all through. In an effort to do that,  I had given myself the task of writing 30 poems over a period of one month. I assume I am already past the deadline or probably may not be able to keep my promise. Thus, I will do a bit of cheating.  That being, I shall write poems but they might not be long ones anymore rather short poems, called Haiku. I came across this style of poetry while reading an article. I searched on the net and felt that this is the best way in which you can express yourself in short and concise manner. Haiku can be anything from an experience to an emotion to even an inanimate object. Thus, my Keep Calm and Stay Positive series is all set to take a different turn as I may end up writing the remaining poems in Haiku style. Here goes my first attempt at writing a short poem. The inspiration for this poem came from my own baby. Curled Up, He Lies, Content, I feel. I may not have written it in th...