STRUGGLE: A CHANCE

STRUGGLE: A CHANCE

Everyday struggle,

Is just like a Burning House.

The house of affection like the affection given by a caring friend,

The house of hope like the hope of a rising sun,

The house of happiness like the happiness given by the cute smile of the cute baby.

But....

This affection announces hatred as the dictator of the world,

The hope hopelessly transforms into hopelessness,

The happiness surrenders itself in the kingdom of sadness.

Everything turns dark black,

blacker than the most bleary thought ever,

You feel as if you are going down, down and more down,

You beg  and weep for help but they fall in deaf hears.

But,

After everything turns cold and with black smoke everywhere,

in the dark and dreary night....

The shining sun rises high against the lowering dark,

And hopefully bring back hope from hopelessness.

The dictator`s heart becomes dark red,

Because of the true power of the true friend.\

The king of sadness smiles,

In front of the cute smile of the cute baby.

And then....

They all give you a chance,

To restart with a better beginning.

-BY SURAJ GUPTA

EQUATION OF LIFE

LIFE + HAPPY = HAPPY

 + LIFE - HAPPY = SAD     

       2LIFE               = HAPPY + SAD

        LIFE                = HAPPY + SAD

                                           2

                 LIFE             =1/2 HAPPY + 1/2 SAD

THE HUMAN

LIMERICK

ONE OF THE BEST HUMAN YOU HAVE BEEN,

NEVER SAW YOU EVEN A LITTLE BIT MEAN,

YOUR SMILE IS AS BRIGHT AS THE SUN,

AND YOU ALWAYS TREATED ME LIKE YOUR OWN SON,

YOU`RE SUCH A STRONG WOMAN I`VE EVER SEEN

-BY SURAJ GUPTA

THE MODERN DAY LOVE...

KNIFE AND APPLE

MODERN DAY LOVE...

IS JUST LIKE AN APPLE,

LOOKS AS  FRESH AS THE LONELY TEARS OF AN ALONE ORPHAN,

LOOKS AS RED AS THE CARING HEART OF A TRUE FRIEND,

AND LOOKS AS TASTY AS THE DELICIOUS HONEY OF A HARDWORKING BEE.

BUT THEN COMES THE KNIFE,

CUTTING THE APPLE INTO TWO,

INTO TWO NON-JOINABLE LIVES.

THEN THE PROCESS STARTS,

THE PROCESS OF ROTTENING.

BUT THE APPLE WAITS AND WAITS,

FOR SOME EAGER HANDS TO LIFT IT UP.

AND TO FEEL THE GONE AWAY FRESHNESS & GIVE BIRTH TO EMPATHETIC TEARS,

TO SMELL THE TASTY TASTE & ACCEPT IT TO THE RELENTING MIND,

TO WATCH THE FADED RED COLOUR AND......

DIGEST EVERYTHING IN THE HEART.

- BY SURAJ GUPTA         

THE FLYING CHILD

LIMERICK

ONCE ON A BLUNT HILL, THERE LIVED A VERY

TINY CHILD,

WHO LIVED VERY FAR IN THE MIDST OF THE 

DARK WILD,

CRIED EVEN ON SMALL THINGS,

BUT HOPED TO FLY HIGH ON WINGS,

AND IN THE MOST WORST SITUATION, MADE SURE THAT HE SMILED

-BY SURAJ GUPTA