"An Attempt..."-a tribute to oneself.

World is fake, world is full of brutality;
It’s not really the world; it’s our soul lacking optimism in totality.

Everyone is selfish, self centered and mean;
It’s not the mob; it’s our inner self we need to clean.

Talking about serenity, vitality and the world unknown;
Being jealous about what others reap, not considering what we had sown.

Trophies filling the closet, achievements on the shelves;
Forgetting that we are still attending workshops to know ourselves.

We have humanity in us, somewhere down the line;
We may make our faces glow, but we'll never be able to shine.

Lost chastity, we are stuck in materialistic praise;
We were born to know ourselves, be humans not to get lost in an unworthy chase.

Don't cry over when the world mocks at you;
Its delusional, they can't be true.

Satisfaction and peace of mind is what matters in the end;
You can fall in love with yourself all it takes is an effortless bend.

Hug yourself, give yourself a chance;
Trust yourself, look in the mirror, give yourself a glance.

It’s not about buying respect; you have to earn it;
It’s not about money; it’s about the character you build, bit by bit.

You can make it; you have the power in your arms;
See yourself, you are radiating with beauty and charm.

We are losing grip, slipping so hard;
WE are WE; we can't be described in a piece of card.

Strive hard, work till the very edge;
Don't make promises anymore, Take the PLEDGE...

                           -Sneha Suyal

SCAR OF LOVE...

"Understand", he said to me in an uproar;
Dissolving all the memories in a cloud of smoke,
Seeing him leave was painful and sore;
Torment struck my world, I was completely broke.

I begged, I pleaded, I bleeded;
"I love you, I'll die", my mortality out cried,
Kicking me in the pit, into dismay my life was leaded;
I was a widow, wearing the dress of a bride.

"I will be your hero", he used to say;
He promised to stay forever, why did he leave?,
My head on his chest, he once kissed my blues away;
My soul was mingled in his, I am left with nothing to believe.

Is me being alive so blustered and misfortuned;
That the person I love so much says, "Leave me alone",
Emotions ravaged by his utterance, tartness pruned;
All he calls me now is a wicked crone.

Once called an angel, now a pestering witch;
Bearing it all with a hope that he loves me too,
Chafed by my laughter, my finger was rammed into an open switch,
Bruises healed, dreaming happiness would come to my rescue.

Fractured by his ferocity, I couldn't bear it anymore;
When the devil was asleep, I drove out the knife, Hist,
Flesh drenched in blood, but I smiled for the excruciating pain;
Love you always, to prove my love; all I could was slash my wrist...

-SNEHA SUYAL
             

Standing Tall...