Inside

Inside

You look tired. Weary. Lanky. Upset. I see your eyes and I know it. I know you are trying. Trying to be strong. And giving all you can. It's full of selflessness. You are full of it. And yet here you are. All screwed and at the edge. Verge of giving it up. Everything around seems to resist you. Resist the change in you. And you end up doing what you think you won't ever do. You fight yourself over what is right and what is easy. It's dilemmatic. It's tough. And most importantly, it's not you. You were clear always. But no more. You feel shadowed in your own dark. But is this the end? Well, you don't know. So wait not. Keep fighting. Fight for the right. It won't be easy. Dumbuldor said so. Just laugh out loud. Look back and pat your back for the long way you have covered. And plunge inside the dark. Light it up from within. Or be a plankton. Just glow. Take it easy even when it's not. Sit back for a moment. Listen to Calum Scott telling you that there's a rhythm inside. And then...
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Stop, let go.

Stop, let go.

Stop, let go. Just stop. You have been running since long. Just wait here. Take a nap. Calm down and then go. Just stop so that you can see around. Stop and see who else is there. Wait and check if your direction is right. Observe and appreciate the efforts. Just wait here until you catch your breath. And then start again with an enthusiastic scream. Stop and look around. Look and be perplexed by the sight. Take a moment and cheers to those wheels. They kept you on go. And also to the will inside. Appreciate it. Hail to it. The snow on path is dense. Will be. Make sure you don't make snowman everywhere. Snowman are interim. Be the sun that melts them or the snow that makes. Stop, while the dense snow melts out. You deserve the ease. The path hadn't been simple. You chose the right. But now, stop. Right there. Understand that you no more need to understand. Be free of it that weighs you down. Shed it off. You are done. Start to let go and stop holding it...
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Unsung Heroes

Unsung Heroes

I lie to you dressing in cheap clothes, an old duffel and pretending to be a cable operator. I lie to you washing your car, doing over jobs and making you think I'm poor. I lie to you. I lie to all. and you live on thinking you know me. you know my name, or perhaps the name I told you was mine. you know what I do, and not that what I do is lie. I lie of being a software developer. I lie of working on the weekend. I lie about going to the conference. I lie about all the meetings with the clients. I lie about my whereabouts. I lie about the deals. But perhaps, it is all true. I disguise to look poor. I act as a wallflower. I tell you the truth, and so I scream to all, but all of them are too blind to see perhaps you know me as I'm a software developer deciphering the coded messages working on the weekend as I kill a few sleeper cells conference with the mission operators disguised meetings...
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Best Friends

Best Friends

Best Friends Who knew we would become best friends, For I remember I used to hate you on the very first glance. But days passed and our bond strengthened in the friendly weather, When we shared both our grievances and fun together. Playing pranks on random people had its own fun, From painting unconscious faces to ringing doorbells and then run, When phone calls made us lose count of time, Sharing secrets and mischief made you my partner in crime. Hanging out devouring on a pizza or two, I would know I was having the best time with you, Teasing our mutuals or bursting out with laughter, Who knew those ecstatic times won't last thereafter. School life came to an end & we parted ways for our future, Promising to remember each other and leaving behind wonderful memories to nurture. Lifestyle got busy, days passed and we didn't meet, But the affection still remained the same when we again planned to greet. Doesn't really happen between just any set of ordinary friends, But only with those who needn't...
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Recalling Love

Recalling Love

    We met when we were Young, Neither of us having an idea that faith had brought us a sun, To light up the dark alcove of wrath and ache, To generate feelings of love as calm as a lake. You came as a blessing in disguise, To remove the clouds of hurt from my dreary skies, An ardency of romanticism was about to restart, As your euphoric love drizzled rivers down my tender heart. As the days passed one thing we knew, Time flew and our love only grew, Realizing your support would eternally come through, I had finally found my new comfort in you. The serenity of those late night talks, And tranquility of our long trail walks, That breathtaking night when billions of stars shined, Every single moment spent with you is still intact in my mind. When you kissed me like there was no refrain, Leaving my lips drenched in a beautiful patch of stain, All these moments still keep me engrossed, After all, some memories are not meant to be lost. © The Honest Fabler —...
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Helpless

Helpless

Helpless.   Haven't you ever felt so?   Seeing things and not able to change the wrong.   But wrongs had always been there, then it dawns.   However, helplessness? Perhaps not.   Then what made the wrong to stay so?   Was it the silence?  Or had it been the rotten core?   To change the wrong the question always arrived   We ignore and name it helplessness. (Can that be denied?)   Aren't we at the stage yet where we are aware of it and need to change it?   Or would it take some more sisters, homies and lovers to be molested before it?   Is it really the issue with the society as a whole?   Or is it just merely us on a personal chore?   It's been long now. Long enough to bear and be helpless.   It's time to make those wrong helpless. ©The Honest Fabler — Sarvesh Antapurkar ©Image Source — Google Images...
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Date Night

Date Night

DATE NIGHT   It was a cold and silent night, With hundreds of stars visible to my sight, Meeting you after half a hectic month, I knew I’ll be falling for you all over again, at once.   My ears pleased to hear your voice, For it was a melody which made me rejoice, The golden halo that radiated from your eyes, Sheltered a mystic power of keeping me awake, an entire night.   It felt so soft and warm, When you smiled and held my arm, As you pulled my body and soul so close, It felt as if I landed on soft petals of a rose.   Driving the ambiance burn with romance, Invoking the feeling to begin our slow dance, Your aesthetic touch sending chills down my spine, I held thy hands tight to assert you are only mine.   Cherishing each second of your presence, Gifting me a vibe so breathtaking and pleasant, Feeling the grandeur of your warm embrace, You were about to set my heart ablaze.   The soothing kiss wetting my lips, Tempting me to go for more romantic trips, With a...
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My Poetry

My Poetry

On the nights when I sleep alone, missing you by my side, the vacancy never fills up and sustains the void, On such night you become my poetry. At times when I see you, the times when I forget to notice anything else, when I'm full with you, At such times you become my poetry. On the days when you are down, sad and upset, and talking to me when you say,"thank you for cheering me up' On such calls you become my poetry. Just looking in your eyes, resting my head on your shoulder, when you caress my face with your fingers, You become my poetry. And then as I leave, headed back to my field, I get a knot in my throat and I can't speak, When I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, You become my poetry. ©The Honest Fabler — Sarvesh Antapurkar ©Image Source — Google Images...
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A Miserable Truth — World Poetry Day!

A Miserable Truth — World Poetry Day!

Before I begin, a belated Happy World Poetry Day to each one of you! I know I'm late, but better late than never! On this eventful occasion, I would like to bring the following miserable topic out of the darkness. Let's discuss about it once you've read the poem. I'd really want to know what you think about this particular tragedy surrounding us, which (talking for myself) has been an elephant in the room all my life. (more…)...
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