-
Let her define 


Let her define the..
Identity of her soul .
She started discussing about it ,
Like her jewellery is echoing
in the hazy wind of play off .
Dress of her soul is meticulous
With scars of utterance .
Depth of her soul is ironical
It is wrecked but not fragile .
Eyes of her soul is blend of ,
Hues and barren phase of life .
Spark of her soul is enough
To ruin the world of trickery.
conclusion of her description
Was nothing but SHE .

Pawana Tripathi

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Me No Pause Me Play ▶️ - Book Review

-
Image
 Book - Me Know Pause Me Play. Author - Manoj Kumar Sharma Star - 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  *A book that you definitely read.* I am definitely talking about no one other but Manoj Kumar Sharma sir. Who has been a role model for all readers and budding writers too. He has written this masterpiece not just for his satisfaction of writing but also to make an ideological change among all of us. Specially to all those, who are bounded to numerous of orthodox and unawareness. This book talks about a very common and very much prevailing problem in life of female. This problem affects the person mentally, physically and socially in all manners. Author has done a revolutionary work for thought process of a common man just like all renowned authors like, who has been there for society and social issues. And the best part for the book to mention is that he has slammed the saying that 'woman is an obstacle to women's life', as he has marked up or portrayed a lady character like Jasmona to change the ga...
Read more

She Paints

-
Image
 She paints the cloud, the sky, the moon and rain. She paints some moments, some life, some grief and pain. She paints her wild, her ascetic, her brainy and insane. She paints her present, her dreams, and her memory lane. Pawana Tripathi Author 
Read more

Underneath

-
Image
 Perhaps the words underneath,  Our tongue is language of poetry , We carry about soul's flame. It's time to breathe out those words, In a flow of breathing oxygen for life. Perhaps the dream underneath,  Our eyes is the desire of poetry, We carry about soul's flame.  It's time to carve out that dream,  In a flow of carving our life. Perhaps the wind underneath,  Our skin is the season of poetry,  We carry about soul's flame.  It's a time to flaunt out in the wind, In a flow of dancing in storms of life.  Pawana Tripathi 
Read more