D Cafe

In this hustle-bustle environment

All she wanted was peace.

But, the idea to go somewhere alone

Always made her anxious and uncomfortable

Still, she wanted to try this.

She decided to spend some time with herself.

And hence,

She has gone to a beautiful place

Where she could hear was

Wonderful soothing music,

With a blend of the delectable cup of coffee.

She got lost in the serene environment

And,

Conquered the feeling of loneliness

And then,

All she could see was

Her old friends

A diary and a pen.

The Birth (III)

She read a book

It was awe-inspiring.

It changed her psyche

She got determined.

And then

The turning point came in her life.

She found books

As a ‘boon companion’

And God

As an ‘omnipresent friend’.

With the help of these two

She turned her negative factors

Into positive ones,

And

Her destiny got changed.

Now she found herself

As a,

Sanguine and a confident woman.

She is innocent, she is cute

Her determination and upbeat attitude

Made her astute.

For her,

Life is a precious thing

That God has given us

The more we will curse it

The more we will be in trouble.

On a contrary,

The more we will relish

The subtle moments of life

The more beautiful

It will seem to be.

The Birth (I)

The night came

The town embellished

With lights, happiness, enthusiasm, and love

To celebrate the auspicious occasion

Until the moment comes,  

When everyone will

Burned the evilness

And

Celebrate the victory of

Rectitude, integrity, nobility, and goodness.

Amidst of this,

A family was waiting for something more auspicious. 

The town struggled for hours

And the time finally came.

Reverberated with the sound of crackers

People of the town,

Burned the evilness

And

Cheered for the goodness.

And amidst,

The family blessed

With a baby girl.

Under the sacred merriment

A new life began,

The heartbeat pounds rhythmically

That alleviated mother’s pain.

Sparkling eyes,

Tiny and mushy hands,           

And a bright smile

Made little girl’s cheeks red.

DUSK AND DAWN

Every day, 

Looking at the dusk

Remembering the happiness that I have given

Analyzing the mistakes that I have done.

Those different shades of dusk

Reflect me the different shades of the day.

Some dark

While some bright shades.

Enshrouding the dark shades

The bright shades

Reflect emphatically,

The good deeds that I do,

Strength to accomplish the incomplete tasks,

And to give an inkling about the dawn.

And hence, on the next day

The beauteous dawn comes

That sparkles, rejuvenates,

That cajoles me to feel optimistic.

It gives me the hope

To learn from the mistakes and rectify them

And have new targets and priorities.

It gives me the vigor

To become a better person

That can face the world

And can win the challenges.

Oh! You ravishing dawn

Thank you for giving me another day.

A day

That again gives me reasons to get happy,

To do good deeds,

To make mistakes,

To figure out and correct them,

And have a sigh of relief

When the dusk comes again. 

Utopia

Let us move to the placid abode "utopia",

Where everything is inspirational.

No flower withers away its bloom,

No color of sky fades away.

Where we cease the cacophony of the world; nothing to ire.

Let’s relish the world of impeccable,

Let's move to the land serene and quiet.

Times come when we are filled with the onus,

Times come when we have to face the loss.

So many to pull us down,

So many to jibe at us.

Let's move to a world, and get rid of these,

Let’s move to the placid abode "utopia"

Where everything is inspirational,

Where we cease the cacophony of the world; nothing to ire.

In our life when the struggle comes and pain shatters the innocence,

Let's not lose ourselves to depression.

Let's move to the placid abode "utopia"

Let's revive and rejoice and cease the cacophony of the world,

Though not for coon's age, but at least for some calm moments.

Let's move to the "utopia" and live our reality, our way, our choice, our life.

Away from the cacophony of this world in the placid abode "utopia"

I know! I know! don't question the way,

It's a dream, yes it is.

But what's better, you say,

Than a drizzle refreshing our sterile soul.