WORDS v/s ACTIONS
She was as sweet as honey,
Dressed well, styled in a pony.
Her words were as pure as diamond,
Trustworthy to create a bond.
We created a bond as tight as a screw in a hole,
I started expressing every bit of my soul.
Her support was as strong as rocks,
By each and every piece of her talks.
But one day -
Problems showered as drops of rain,
With my heart bottled up in pain.
I swung for help as a pendulum,
And she squeezed excuses through her word hump.
Her words tightened the bond as a screwdriver,
Melting me to forgive her.
Suddenly, a disease spread as fast as smog,
Blocking her voice box, causing a shock.
Now -
Her actions are not as pure as her words,
Causing rust in our bond.
Without words she is not as sweet as honey,
As her greedy actions drools for money...
I was trapped in a cage of sentences,
Due to lack of experiences...
Now, I will judge the actions,
To carry out each and every relations.
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TANGLES OF AGE
PoezieThe pages of this book cage the lines of some poems. Those yarns of lines get tangled with the turns of each page according to the passing age of the poet - "How our age snatch us towards the infinite concentric circles of our thoughts... How we get...
