Kavyanjali

Stumbling down the rocks I flow into your ocean Ruffling the countless leaves I blow in your direction Wading through the mud I walk into your meadow Burning down to ashes I conjure your shadow Crashing through the wind I soar into your infinity I am lost, still being in you as you conceal your identity

Gone are the days when we found happiness in ourselves forgotten are the ways those that brought us to our present lives We think they are all happy families within the four strong walls But they don't even dine in peace with frequently interrupting phone calls The sunset and the sunrise the fall, rain and the snow We see it all through the camera eyes to have memories in tow Money is all locked up, away from danger because trust is just a fancy word but you trust your child with a stranger 'cause putting anything before work sounds absurd we've thousands of friends online because reality is hard to embrace We sure do converse over a bottle of wine But never give up our personal space Now love comes with money and goes through constant rise and falls friends stay till it's bright and sunny and relatives, they're just a bunch of trolls We've crossed the horizon diving deep into the worldly amenities eras...

Weaving myself a cocoon with time's unbreakable threads I was sheathed in darkness lost in search of myself Scratching the shells of ignorance I struggled my way out into the light fluttering my unshackled wings  embracing the worldly wind Among the bushes and beneath the leaves retracting from the world,I count my days on earth Mounting time's unstoppable wagon Finally I find peace, as I succumb to death.

Spreading my unfettered wings  I soar into infinity hovering over the endless oceans I rise against gravity fighting the intimidating wind I submit to divinity

Hopes and dreams  Planted in you and the so called dreams are too good to be true They say you can do it it's in your blood they all have done it those already born and the dead But your thoughts run in a pattern no one can decode and they choke for freedom when the pressure is aboard Then how can you rise and live up to their expectations? when tied down to the ground are your imaginations?

Growing up was tough not fitting into the definition of beauty nor being a joy for many eyes. When all my pretty friends were hailed with the hymns of their enchanting beauty I was weeping in the corners, feeling ugly My skin turned even darker hearing those cruel remarks for not being on the fairer side. I was the tiny eyes and crooked teeth that's how the world saw me the rest being invisible to the judging eyes.  Eventually my own eyes switched sides when even the mirror on my wall shut me out for not being the pretty one.