Covid Riddle

I am Riddle 

I was Born to distract you 

A knowledge made to mis-track you 

A foresight to miss guide you 

 

Make you love me unconditionally 

At the same time hate me wholeheartedly 

I am fictitious so you cannot see me 

 

Swift like the river on a quiet evening 

Bright like the wind, if you envision me 

Mighty and strong like the jungle that raised me

 

1,2,3 you cannot count me

I am a king and queen, you cannot stereotype me 

Dead and alive so you cannot kill me

 

I was born and I became strong 

I was forged as someone’s vision 

I was born with that vision 

 

I can fly, I can swim 

I can climb, up and down like a stream 

I can laugh, I can sing, a poetry I seem 

 

I go black when it’s dark 

I go bright when every where is light 

In hindsight, I created to control your mind 

 

My Purpose remains a mystery

My impact shall never be forgotten in history

My sins are not mine but yours to reveal

 

Riddle me and rid you of me

My name is Covid

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Poeticverse

There is always an irony to life 

The caterpillar needs to die to become a butterfly

It transforms from a snailly form of eww!

To a wingy form of Awww!

 

The Irony that remains 

Is for the soul that never changed 

For your limited life where do you stand ?

Karma has an irony that visits when you become sand 

 

Search for your metaphor in poetic justice

Like a game of dice, it comes like your chances of double six

A satire in every win

Emotions but memory contains the heavy deeds

 

In this universe 

Poetry I see in every little thought

One come and go but life never stops

Karma is a bitch and it’s never her fault

 

Today patience lacks attitude

Mockery has become a self fulfilling fortitude 

An irony in every longitude and latitude 

Am I running from every long attitude that outlast my attitude ?

 

Karma does not allow one to cheat life

Such an irony even death cannot cheat life 

A short parody of life can be rolled in one dice

Unlike life, like the dice chances might come twice

 

I seek the poetry in this universe 

I see the Irony that is this universe 

Karma remains a bitch in every poetic parody

Thus, for the paradise in life, I claim my universe ‘The Poeticverse’

 

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The golden Charmer

Knighted child in golden armor

Mattered not should ye be son to a farmer

A lawyer, doctor or even a Governor

The circle of life never existed in only one harbour

Yet this reality can be manipulated by a charmer

 

Knighted child in golden armor

Life seemed flexible from every angle in the mirror

Once away from the shadows of leisure

One would find the storm had never been heavier

Ye had only been sheltered under the family umbrella

 

A tradition of cosset

Shielded from all obstacles from birth

Ye’s Kindred meant no harm but good

Little did they forget the jungle is made of different woods

Some might be hard, and some soft

Ones Texture dictates the rationale behind his growth

 

A tradition of cosset

A facade to the feeble minded

A misplacement of value

Such tender a generation where trust weighs more than truth

A rooted foundation that warps our youth

 

Stories are told

Yet the truth remains to unfold

If the ultimate power is control

Then, a knighted child was only a means to a certain goal

How destructive a force yet attractive like gold

 

A knighted child in golden armor

Fell victim to the tradition of cosset

In plain sight is the absence of physical harm

While being ignorant to the notion of mental and emotional wants

To survive, the golden child needs to develop his personal charm

 

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Reverie

I came alive at a dinner table

I had Food for Thought

I was feed till my brain coughed

Intellects to my right and left

Heaven on earth knowledge at spread

A buzz session that buzzed my mind

I found my brain in a virtual gym

Shedding off ignorant muscles

And replacing them with a patriotic hope

In a jungle filled with predators

And aliens that try to exploit us

A round table was enough

Enough to rid our minds of arrogance

Enough to facilitate our road map

Enough to spark a revolution for a lifetime

We might find ourselves at odds ideologically

However, it is said “he that knows, is he who knows he doesn’t know”

If he knows not, why keep knowing ?

We might find ourselves at odds physically

However, it is said “I can, I will”

If you can, why only stop at willing ?

A Gift

I am a gift to man

A blessing in one

I am only Human

I have been through the sorrows

and Still optimistic about tomorrow

As I row the boats to the future

Unity says peace

A gift we all decree

A gift of divinity

I am a gift to man

A blessing given to all

Another smile of joy

I am a gift to man

A blessing in one

I am only Human

Tussle with Pressure

I know you are afraid of the stars 

I can see the depression right through your eyes

It has put you down and left you with scars 

I can see the pain as you blow the smokes through your cigar 

I could be your angel but this journey is for one 

I will be right here where you left me when all is set and done

I will always be there for you till the end 

whatever challenge, it could only shake us but never break us 

done are the days when a ‘say’ could come between us 

A bond this strong, ask zelda about ‘Doku tree’

No matter the load, I know you will break free

don’t listen to them, your struggles is my cup of tea

if I am the door then you are the key 

even when I am alone, you are with me 

However dangerous, the beauty of the ocean is something to see 

no matter the pain, I still see the smile in the frowns you put for me 

from the roots is where we build the branches to our family tree 

no matter the storm all we shed off is some leafs 

remember our dance moves when we hear the sound of the wind 

whatever the pressure, it could never get through our skin

Life experience has moulded us through what we have been 

life lessons we witness through every scene 

with time comes patience and whatever it is becomes history 

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The painter

A paint brush can paint a picture

ones’ twist that gets the mind richer

bunch of colours to a certain structure

all it takes is the right mixture

and the mind could create its theatre

past worries gone and life getting better

the mind throws out unwanted folders

one begins to keep positive composure

black and white as the paint brush over

life lessons comes but like a rollercoaster

grab the brush cause to your life you are the owner

If your life was human, would you paint it ?

Why Do They Keep Pushing Me

why do they keep pushing me

I thought we are family,

you’ all should be supporting me

when I take the wrong route’ correcting me

when I say the wrong things’ coaching me

when I fall off my feet’ lifting me

when I get hurt’ comforting me

 

why do they keep pushing me

I thought we are friends,

you’ all should be standing right beside me

when I get into a fight, you fight for me

when I mess up in life, you cover for me

when I break the code, you hug and forgive me

when I am lonely, you are lonely with me

 

why do they keep pushing me

I thought you are my girl,

you should be comforting me

when I cry, you cry with me

when I am sad, you bring the happy out of me

when I am negative, you push your positive inside me

when I break your heart, you listen to my apology

cause when I am in love…, I want only you beside me

 

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