A Problem's Solution

She approached me with a long face,

and spoke to me in that crowded place.

Her life is a puzzle, she said
just like a fish in an empty puddle.

Her hard work was undebatable still,
her success was not reachable.

All those recollections feared,
not her but her deep inner.

I could make out with no doubt,
a solution from me is what she scouts.

Remember friend I said,
Never to lose hope in front of any success slope,
Never to lose confidence in front of any hindrance.
Failures are many but none stays,
Between you and your aims.
A bright Sun you are removing,
all your dreary moons apart.

A spark ran through her face,
with her brows getting plane,
when I ended up my say
with this note as her way.

You failed today, to forever be the
"WINNER OF YOUR GAME"

-Nistha Goel

Comments

Lost I am but hopes I have

Woody are these streets, Woody are my ways, Guarding are these trees, Haunted is this place. Hazy is this air, Foggy is my mind, No one I can hear, No one I can find. Nothing is here or there except more of these trees. Ease I feel with birds A worry I feel with this silence. Someone stares at me but ops! It’s the tree, Someone glares me but ops! It’s the birds which flee. My ways are lonely and scaring, But my goals are hoping and caring. Neither I will die nor will I be fired, One day my worries will end & I will be admired... By Nistha Goel

An Eye An Ocean♥

All through those ocean tides, I dived in between those colourful skies. Symmetrical patterns of colours so bright, in that beauty of sun and shine. There was a story in each of them, Some filled with grief while some dipped in a plea. I could go through all of them, captured in the beauty of eyes, looking for faith and wise time. Some eyes feared to share, Some embedded their story deep in here. This ocean filled all these jewels in his ambushed chambers with grace. Some of them floated on the surface, with clear norms and goals. While some were dug deep beyond all these, false and narrow-minded thoughts There I found a story within those, Sparkling little beings. A call for help ran through them, But their silence kept them hidden in shame. This ocean is wide not for the cause of its size, but for the reason of it being my eyes.♥ -Nistha Goel

Alikeu Thoughts

Search This Blog