Category: English Poems

So stuck ringing a rhythm to this life

Or if ain’t so A music to this nuisance

Taught hard to live for an aim

Never learnt to Target a day What did you teach me, miss Lal!

How to live a life in late twenties,

Never made space into my school syllabus!

Busy acing debate competitions,

Never realised trophies go rusted!

Finding melody in life oscillations, Is so hard!

So hard,miss Clifford!

How to busy myself constructive

Without letting my brain know my intentions

class on evolution of geographical thoughts

Goes wasted here,Shabbir sir!

Tell me what to like What to hate,

whom to vote for

What to taste, a routine! School syllabus needs revolution

How to accept,

how to move on,

How to make peace with defeat

The melody in randomness of destiny

And a daily walk with this miracle called Life!

Disha🌻

There’s something special about raindrops! Isn’t it?Especially when they’re on my windshield. Then Everything seems blurry and my well planned future seems delusional. I so love it. My alter self loves it. The the uncanny and uncertainty destroying my deadlines and life cycles. Giving me sense of peace and pleasure.Raindrops derails my trail of thoughts demanding my eyes. The essence to be captured! Raindrops shout out to me, carry me with you D! Pull me up in your rugged arm and make me sleep beside you! This sky today is your shelter, sleep under it. I’ll be there even when there will be stars. You’d want to see them bright, clear like the ones you dream of in the Milky Way! But I’ll tease you! Asking you to think, think and imagine of how it will look. Yes, the Milky Way. The galaxy you love. I’ll push you to dream of a comfortable star gazing workshop, or a sleepover with the love of your life! But you won’t find the answers.
Instead you’ll sit in your well earned small car chamber, drive, drive and drive! You won’t clean the windshield. Instead you’ll like to detect the people, the poles and the zebra crossing. It’s wrong D. But you’d do it! And you’ll listen to me. You’ll ask me to sing your favourite nostalgia to you. You’ll smell the petrichor and eat a little of the soil. Dreaming of the delusional life. I’ll make you realise D, life is as inevitable as death. The cosmos is as impulsive as patient! I’ll be singing! I’ll be raining! Blurring your well planned future! The great great vision and the ambitious circle of life. Delusional chances and faded options. The derailed life plans and unmet deadlines now! Reminding you life is now! Now D! I’m life. The blurred windshield! This is You, This is Me and This is life! Stop planning and look at me On your car windshield.
Disha🤍