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Short Inspirational, Motivational Poems About Life For Women

December 3, 2017 by admin Leave a Comment

Short Inspirational, Motivational Poems About Life For Women

1) Poem – That A Day Shall Pass

May be I asked for it

But when?

Not when I was awake

Never.. in my wildest dreams.

But what do I claim for
I made no promises
Had left no hope
For I so had never thought

That..

A day shall rise

And a night would fall

That a possibility existed

That a moment would pass

When you’d think of someone else

And not me…

2) Poem – Chameleon

I pick up the colors
And paint my soul.
I close my eyes to look at what they want me to see.
I am a chameleon;
I change to survive.
I change to be me.

3) Poem – I Am Not Alone Now

I am not alone now,
Your absence lives in me;
like an old wine, your absence lives in me;
a silence that still speaks;
a tear that still smiles;
an unending melody of an unheard music;
an ending,
still to be started…

4) Poem – The Incorrigible Me

I think usually straight,
I lie when cornered,
I like to stand up,
For justice and for honor,
But not always does it stick,
For when the subject is me,
I become weak…

I have phases of songs,
Which dines on my time,
Nestles on my lips,
And the tune becomes mine,
To be hummed with the stars,
And with sunshine

I usually like to be loved,
And love to be worshiped,
Be it the tender heart of my child,
Or the ones of all my friendships,
Be it the loving gaze of my mother
Or the avid arms of a lover,
I love, I love, I do.
When I am the center for others.

Some years winters are cold n loneliness frigid,
I find d shackles of sane normalcy rigid,
Sacrifices empty, decisions all wrong,
Some moments precious, all lost, all gone,
I m not sure of nothing no more,
All ideals all convictions are distant folklores,
Same follies, same flaws,
Same fears same glee
Oh how I cannot, cannot but  avoid,
Being the incorrigible me!

5) Poem – Of Strange Beginnings And Ends

It starts.
He looks at me,
And I try to smile.
He smiles back.
He thinks of what else to do,
And finds nothing.
He smiles again;
It ends.

Memories…
You look at me,

And I try not to smile.
You smile back.
You think of what not to do,
And find something.
You smile again;
It starts.

6) Poem – Secrets

You promised
To embrace my naked scars
To erase my forbidden lines
And laugh off my gravest sins
You were my savior
My hero

But all it took was
A casual evening
And my life was all over
Your coffee table

And how I wished
This trust
would’ve passed the test of time

Now all that I am
Left with
Are your frozen whispers
And the touch
Of your
Last embrace.

7) Poem – Mountains Of Nothing

The moon is redeemed
in another sky
this aeon,too short for redemption

impregnated with illicit desires
the oceans a fugitive
of the land

the house is naked
windows no longer open
on the outside

the heart of charcoal
is sooted with goldust

it beats no more
it rattles

all this is too insignificant
to excite ’em
the world is bored

war is cheap.

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Missing You Poems – A Girl In Me, Last Time, Just One Night

October 20, 2017 by admin Leave a Comment

Missing You Poems - A Girl In Me, Last Time, Just One Night

Poem – A Girl In Me

A Girl, speaks for her insatiable belief.
The thirst, bores her veins & sullen thought evades.
The thirst of the love she demands,
The thirst of her undying belief in him,
The thirst of her veracity lost to him,
And to keep her in venerate.

‘HIM’, he changes faces and garb,
From all she yearns,to stealing her soul, yet making her more thirsty.
It`s easy to give away heart, yet difficult to give her soul.
She, waits for her prince, but he gives her, her mortgaged self in return.
Mortgaged to demands of him, his own vision of perfect her.

Once a time, he wished the sky, for being her linens,
Once a time, he worshiped, the innocent then the imperfect,
Those lines of pain took him aback,
For that one indulgence, he would break free the social.
TODAY it`s her imagination, he would vilify,
TODAY he breaks free outta horizon belittling her idiocy.

Her eyes not gleaming, her face no crimson, yet he sleeps,
He`s breathing raucous, even though it’ll pacify the flame of emotions,
the rage of love, he once said to bear.
Her prince, she epitomized in him, didn’t ever feel her beat?
Her prince, not on a horse, wouldn’t take off her own disasters?

The girl everyday inside bears all but his name,
That once old times,they met, they knew and felt the verve,
And someday, her prince, would walk her down,
Over a lane, hand in hand and say all that ‘TODAY’ u thought was just a dream of yesterday.

Poem – Last Time

It’s probably the last first summer
When we all sweat together
How many times does it matter in the end?
That the AC sounded more like a rumor
What does…
Is that how much sunshine we could gather?

It’s probably the last first rain
And we all had wished the time shall remain
Coz at the end it wouldn’t matter
That how many sheets got wet
But how many pretty faces we hadn’t noticed yet.

It’s probably the last time when we all speak
In full sentences
Hi, hello… hey where have you been?
Coz in the end it doesn’t matter
For how many stories we could share
But how many embraces we can hold on to
Our skin..

Its probably the last time we sit so close
And there’s this one thing of which we have no trace
That it really doesn’t matter of how close we were
But how our eyes would smile
When in this huge crowd it finds a familiar face.

Poem – Just One Night

Don’t forget me
For just one night
And then ill let you go
For your endless flight

That’s all I ask
Just one night
To tell you stories
Have one last fight

For one night
Ill take the softer pillow
And call you names
Before we sleep

For one night
You do not switch off the lights
And I get up in the middle of the night
Just to wake you up
And make you turn them off.

Just for one more night.

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I Miss You Sad Love Poems For Her – I Have Grown Over You

September 15, 2017 by admin Leave a Comment

I Miss You Sad Love Poems For Her - I Have Grown Over You

You said you’ve missed me
When?
When you had her off your mind?
Or when you had her off your phone?

I don’t see the point
In things you’ve got to say
It would have moved a mountain
But you had it your way

I stood there waiting
Waiting like a fool
Asking of your whereabouts
Always bringing you in

They knew of it all
And would have laughed
At my misery, of what a gun I had been
And what a kitten I seem

And I unaware of the play
Would wonder of the day
When the wait would be over
And I will talk to you

Even on the very day
You made me bend on my knees
Only to drag me down
And tell me you were with some other girl

All this time I remembered
All those times you were busy forgetting
And then one day you call
Just to take a chance

To see if I had melted
And how happy you must have been
When you would have seen me breaking down
In pieces

Oh how content your soul would have been
When I cried my heart out
When I spilled out my secrets
When I ripped up my heart

You were listening silently
Waiting for me to break down to ashes
So that you can have the last laugh
And leave a wound that would never heal

And then you seek to compensate
And still expect id wait for you
For one moment even I believed you
And actually wanted to

What a fool…what a misery!!
Your friends call up
To see if I could take it
And ask me if I were ok
Promise me of being there
I can tell them everything
But when they see I don’t care
They stop calling me

You don’t call
I shamelessly did
You don’t answer
I did still

Why?
Maybe for old times sake
No more… I have a bloody life of my own
I am not the victim
I am a survivor

That was the last poem
Or may be the last true word
Youd hear from me
Because anyways you wont understand

You are underage
Forever for me
I have grown
Over you

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Representation Of Voices: Thoughts On Love, Life And Karma

May 17, 2017 by admin Leave a Comment

Representation Of Voices Thoughts On Love, Life And Karma

When do we start valuing things? Only when they’re gone? But, what if, they aren’t supposed to not be there? How do we then realize their value? Or do we realize it at all?

When do we start realizing things? When we come across their existence too many times? Or too little? Do we need a catalyst for the thinking process to tick off? Or should there be absolutely nothing in the head for us to think things through?

When do we start having a clear head? Is it when we have nothing to do? Or when we have so much on our minds that a deliberate effort needs to be made to wipe the slate clean?

Has your heart ever raced so fast that your breath stops? Have your insides shivered so much that you lose all sense of speech? Has your head swirled so dangerously that you fall to the floor? Has your mouth been so dry that your throat begins to ache? Have your eyes cried themselves dry?

What spawns such supernatural (for lack of a better word) bodily responses? Is it us or is it the situations we are merely a character of? Who designs these situations? Our own actions or the actions of others? Do we even have a role to play in our own life? I am of the school of thought that says we are not. That even an attempt to break away from what one may ascribe as destiny, to me, is an orchestrated attempt of destiny itself.

I am destined to fall in love. So I shan’t come close to a soul. But what if I am destined to not come close to a soul? Am I then delivering the steps of my destiny or breaking from its shackles?

But what might be bounding for me – might be liberating for someone else. Then, why is it binding for me at all? Why can I not be the boss of what happens in my life? It is MY life after all. Or is it?

I can sit and ponder over how I will take charge of my life – and take it to a direction “I” want it to go. But, will it really? Where will I muster enough courage to pull it off. Black. Black. Black. It all looks so dark.

Friends. The thought itself brings such a warm feeling to the fore. But, why no face? I have plenty of friends. Ones that you meet at parties, to those whom you organize parties with, to those whom you meet day in and day out to those whose voices you listen to before turning in to those who know you like no one else ever can. But still no face. What does that mean? Are they mere phases? Mere bursts in my life? Then why do I attribute such great value to them currently?

And there I mentioned value. What a freaking carousel this is! Do I in actuality value them? Or am I that parasite who values the exchange from the host more than the host itself? Can I derive what I currently do from a separate set of people? Will it be wrong? Not morally. I couldn’t give a damn about morality. But, spiritually. Will I be able to sleep peacefully knowing I might’ve wronged. But is it really wrong?

You are born into this world alone. You are buried alone. Then what is the essence of having so many relationships in the middle? Why can we not be self-reliant? Is being anti-social actually a bad thing? Or is it a virtue above any other. The fact that one is better of by himself/herself. How many people can do that? Can even come close!? Does that mean, that the one with more friends is actually a weak person? Because, he/she is not satiated by just himself/herself. Or is the anti-social one depraved? For he writhes in such selfishness!

Often I hear self determined individuals say, “I decide what happens in my life. I may chose X today and do Y tomorrow. And, I will be happy with that!”

And then there’s this other set that apparently ‘lives for today!’ But does one really?! How many times have we not succumbed to temptation KNOWING it’s future ramifications? Is that really living in the present? What palpable measure constricts time? Who assumed such responsibility to define time to begin with? We might notionally regard time to be of cardinal importance. But, is this importance ascribed because it needs to be, or because we, in all measures realize its importance?

Self. Self. Self. That’s all that matters really. Others are just means to an end. An end none of us can see right now. Because, either we are the ones prescribing ourselves myopic vision correction to facilitate living in the present or the ones who are too busy in the future to realize what is going down right now! In this moment.

What must an engine go through a second after a burnout? Is it gloating in self-pride of pulling such magnificence off? Or is it impoverished to the core for having spent it all – in one go?

The metal is shivering. The wind is blowing cold. The grass cuts through. The sand smells foul. The sky eats everything in its reach. BLACK BLACK BLACK.

There is nothing around. We seek warmth from ourselves. Oh what a beautiful being. We rub our palms and experience comfort like no other. Blow into our cupped arms. And breathe a sigh of relief. We are so alone.

I need food. I need water. I need love. I need friendship. I need belongingness. I need a title. I need praise. I need a roof. I need my parents. I need slippers. I need a warm jacket. I need coffee. I need brownies. I need the television. I need ESPN. I need my iPod. I need confidence. I need something to stand by. I need someone to stand by me. I need maple syrup. I need butter chicken. I need books. I need movies. I need sad stories. I need peace. I need war. I need banners. I need art. I need order. I need anarchy. I need myself. I need skin. I need a neck. I need a touch. I need to be embraced. I need to be kissed. I need to be bitten. I need money. I need cigars. I need my Vodka.

Representational of so many voices. Not just mine. Yet there will be proud hands going up owing to the fact that they need coffee. That they need art. That they need butter chicken. That they need cigars. That they need peace. And there will be the nervous ones going up on the need for touch. The need for skin.

Just like you need your chocolate. Or your favorite boxers. Or your favorite lip balm. Or your favorite heels. Or your favorite beer.

As humans, we like to box things. Categorize them. Organize them in our head. Clinically speaking, stereotype them. But we fall prey to the demon of all demons; groupthink. The act of making decisions in such a way that individual creativity and individual responsibility is thwarted. When was the last time you took responsibility for something that went wrong? (Take your time!)

I say sorry to escape things – not to resolve them. I say sorry to avoid things. To continue with what was operating before. It’s safe you know. Saves me from the yelling. The arguing. Saves what existed before. Ah! What magic this world entails. 5 random letters stringed together to arrive at a concept more sacred than the bond of maternity itself. But, it’s interesting to think about it slightly. When I say sorry, I submit to the other person and/or the situation. In other words, I subordinate myself. Not too many people like subordination. They like to be on top. At their job. At home. In relationships. In fights. While making decisions. Everywhere. So, the one who gladly accepts the “lower position” is seen as the one who gave up. But is it really him who is the loser? Or is it the one who doesn’t have the ability to lower himself the real sucker? The one who cannot yield his pedestal because he is impotent, in that regard? The one who hath not muster enough courage, for he lacks it to begin with!

Which brings me to the last musing. Karma. But that needs some thought. I believe in Karma very strongly, but my faith in it has started to flounder. I guess everyone goes through this phase when their life seems to suck ass. I’d like to believe I am not there (yet!) – but where does karma fit into all of this? Are my actions of today in cognizance of what I might receive in future? Are my acts of charity and nobility in lieu for something supremely awesome in future? Do they then hold validity at all? Because their very purpose is defeated. They reek of selfishness through and through.

But then again, isn’t this life just about me? Who will die with me? I have to depart alone. So why think of anyone else? Fact is there isn’t anyone by your side. They’re by their own sides. Seeking some utility of you. Sick jerks. Not that you’re an angel. You’re caught in the ugly rat race yourself.

Welcome to Life!

Filed Under: Thoughts Tagged With: alone, destiny, Friends, human, Karma, life, love, realizing, relationships, Self, situation, social, soul, stereotype, thinking process, Thoughts, Voices

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