Understand the value of those gifts which you have in the form of friendship, relation and work ,rather than focussing on what you don’t.
It happens with every writer,
when they try to knit the sweater ;
of muses designed in mind,
which while penning down doesn’t bind.
Sometimes they rummage for notions around search engine
and then try to shot the words from mind’s gun,
but pouring of thoughts sometimes get lock,
that is the world of writer’s block.
Mom always teaches us not to tell lie ,
but she always does that to hide ;
Mom always tell us our worth ,
but often she forgets her own ;
Mom always take stand for us,
but doesn’t let us do same for her ;
Mom has an immense well of sacrifice inside ,
which she never let fill through her good deeds.
© Payal Tyagi
© Payal Tyagi
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today – Dale Carnegie
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Rhythm of my life had been through various trough & crests
before you entered in my life ;
where I was singing alone in melancholy
and only critiques were listening
Rhythm of my life still goes through high and low notes
but now you are there to listen too,
so my heart is blissful and my song has become mellifluous………
This is the epiphany of musical journey of our real lives where two incomplete rhythms complement each other and complete a beautiful song.
It was our third wedding anniversary yesterday so this poem is a little tribute to handsome soul of my life……
O’Love ! When I met you for the first time, grinning while staring ;
My impalpable conscience told you are the one …… God chosen for future in writ,
The vibes amid by love and emotions, sputtering ;
The Bouquet of roses you bought with chocolates, melted my wit.
Source: Sonnets From A Wonderful Date
While walking On the lonely road my heart misses a beat
raking over, the ashes of the past on the street
where aloof moments made me afraid of my own shadow
and my soul still shivers while thinking them of;
No,I don’t want to walk alone anymore
An independent and aloof soul are two different shore,
May be I just need to change my ways
so that these lonely roads couldn’t follow my rays;
I think it’s the time to find happiness inside me
and make loneliness jealous of thee
so that she may remain stay away from me
© Writings By Payal Tyagi