My inspiration 💕

This one’s for my mom on her birthday ❤

I have loved you in my subconsciousness, 

I have loved you in every possible way, 

But it’s just millionth part of what I could ever say. 

I have been weak, I have been lost, 

With shattered dreams and anxiety trots, 

But you have been the one standing erect, 

Between my oblivion and assets brecht. 

There is a special connect we share, 

I guess we have been tied in together for births, centuries and years. 

You have been a boon to my hastiness, 

A strength to all my insecurities,

An accommodation to my itinerance, 

A suspension to all my locked keys. 

I wonder how God had already known,

Millions of mother in the whole wide world, 

But you will be the only blessing, 

I would be proud to call my own. 😘❤

©fountainhues


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Subtle expectations… 

All living a life under control

Worrying and stressing over the future cure, 

Preoccupied minds with just a little creativity left, 

Childhood memories suffering a security check.

Just like a river loses its name to a sea, 

He loses its purpose of life, hope and clemency, 

Gets flown in the flood of innumerable questions, 

Expectations and judgment ruining his ambition. 

Coming out of the inevitable rattrap, he realizes,

It was he who complicated his life choices, 

Having been thrown decades back, 

He wondered where in his hardwork did he ever lack. 🍃

©fountainhues

When originality dies.. 

The fear of dark withered even the

Little rays of sunshine, 

The ripples in ocean didn’t ever show up again,

These drooping flowers once bloomed magically,

But only the time had watched their blossom season getting attained. 

Catching the moment I will lie here awhile 

Playing with sand, 

Pushing myself towards the winning end, 

Seemingly it is tough to get, 

I was the fish quailing in the fisher’s net. 

Oh! I wonder how I had been living, 

Even the salt was unwilling to dissolve in the sea, 

But just then, the bitter part of life smiled looking back at the memories and wondering, 

Hadn’t I pretended to be like them, 

They would have been willing to be like me.

©fountainhues  

The poetic walk

“Poetry isn’t what you speak out loud, it’s what you feel deep inside. “

We often fail to express our avidity for this art but every human to an extent loves the language of words offered with this charm. 

So here is me starting a blog for all those poetry admirers who actually feel the beautiful essence of this melodic passion.

It is what touches the soul of even the brutal and nasty humans and here in this world its just the poetry that can satisfy all the illicit illusions. 

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