A poem:She harks a knock on the door,Faint and feeble at first,Grows resolute, and resounding,The man's pleading is terse,"Provide a parched pauperSome water, if you please!"He stands crippled by cold,Degraded by disease.She harks a knock on the door,Faint and feeble once more,Can barely hear his hungry cries,As stands submerged in snow...His sunken eyes stare at …
Author: Veera
A fifteen year old writer, keyboard player, science freak,sports enthusiast...looking to expand my horizon ✨✨
Don’t Give Up, Just Yet!
A poem:When life's a nightmare,Delivering dreadful despairUnveiling unbearable woes,When all seem unfair,Don't give up just yet.When the world is unkind,Showers sickening strife,When bitter horrors unwind,And you struggle to survive,Don't drown in regret.When all seems lost,friendRemember, remember well,No nearer looms the endOr the harrows of hellThan you,depressed,project.When you feel abandonedTo a myriad of misery,When with life, …
The Gravitator
I return at last...In vile vales of enmity,The Gravitator loomed,Where reigned malevolence,Lifeless lands of gloom.Tried to forge friendshipsAmong societies in shambles,Torn apart by tussles,Destroyed by decadent battles..In streets of suffering,The Gravitator roamed,A harmless,humble drifterSeeking a humble home.Pain invoked pity,Desolation brought distress,Despair kindled determinationTo revive the lifeless.A soul seldom serene,Though outwardly tranquil,Most imagined him insane,A freak …
Fare Thee Well
It's been a while since I posted in this blog, yeah? I've been feeling sorrowful and incompetent about not being able to conjure a piece of poetry for so long...or have I merely not found the time to dedicate towards it? It isn't new, a period when I am not able to write anything, when …
Circular Maze
A collab with Riya from https://hmmmbyriya.wordpress.com/I don't think for this question,There exists a straight solutionIt's all just too twisted,As at sea, my mind drifted.I'm thinking too direct,To get results, I suspect,For nothing seems simple,I'm just going around in circles.My eyes turn to the right and the left,How do I find my way back home?When both …
Beyond the Door
My next poem:Beyond this doorway,I smell the scent of spring,The skies a stark blue,The green garden striking.Beyond this doorway,Beyond the maze of verdure,I see magnificent mountainsWhose peaks clouds cover.Beyond this doorway,The sand's no longer coarse,The path's no longer stony,A simple yet tough course.Beyond this doorway,Lies the path to triumph,After timeless years of toil,I feast my …
Remembering Marshall
My next poem:I remember watching youBowl bouncers ferociously fast,Subtle swing, that hadThe best batsmen outclassed.I remember them fallingLike a pack of dominoes,Some retiring with concussions,Or nursing a broken nose.I remember stumps shattering,i remember edges flying,Looks of resignation emergingAmong players of spirit dying.I remember crafty cuttersDeceiving the sharpest minds,Impeccable pace bowling,The best I'd ever find.But above …
Entreating for Peace…?
My next quadrille:Exhausted, I embraceThe plump pillows of bed,Body bawling for respite,After the sweat it's shed*.Ears entreating for peace,Mind scared by dinOf a bedeviling burdenThat gets under my skin.They torment me terribly,Time bound, yet timelessOnline classes. -The Forgers of Fantasy*Metaphorical for its toil.This has been penned for the DVerse quadrille prompt, where poets were asked …
Nostalgia
My next poem:I still can recallThe glorious times of oldWhen summers weren't scorchingAnd winters barely cold.When spring dawned sprightly,And monsoon marched mighty,When rains rained rapture,In the hearts of the carefree.When I could still readBooks boundless in number,When I could write poemsWith all the skill I'd muster.When drowning in delightsOf a transient childhoodIgnited not ire, but …
Soup
My next haibun:Although I mostly prefer writing poetry, when time and muse have permitted, I've also dabbled in the delightful art of story writing. It can be quite challenging, but as is the case with poems, if you've a well-cooked plot, it doesn't take much to prepare a story. I like to think of it …
The Forgers of Fantasy 