The Kingdom of Depression

Behind the shadow of  all gliteratti,

Biggie dinosaurs and bloodsucking coati

Life is fighting a painless death;

Many beautiful lives  took their last breath;

How long will you pain them, oh! dear shibboleth

They are human too and are equally deareth.

Day full of struggle, face full of black soot

Give them equal opportune, let them set their foot,

Depression, anxiety  is heading them to doom.

Let them show their skills 

We want to see them bloom

Stop paining them, let them take a sigh;

Their dreams are massive you know,

Struggles mountain high.

Guide them to their goal

Be their pole star;

Rinse your tainted soul,

End this bloody cold war.

They need your expertise,hold their hand for a while;

They have the determination to cross the patchy mile.

See them smile and cheer,

At the end of the race;

You also cheer for their win,

And congratulate them on  success.

                       

                        ~© Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from  North East India. A post graduate in English Literature and currently pursuing Bachelor's Degree in Education from Sardar Patel University Balaghat. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a member of the Motivational Strips

The Lady I Adore

The Lady I Adore

She is a lady in her mid-thirties,

With an astounding features of beauty..

Many young crave for her attention,

But only few gets her observation.

She is the lady, I adore

Whose beautiful from her heart's core;

Words are less in her appreciation,

Ain't woman alive for her substitution.

She is a mother of two,

But barely looks twenty-two.

A finest art of God's creation,

Angel from heaven of today's generation.

                                          -Tsang

Filthy Atmosphere

I don't want to show up the street I swear,
Nasty people and a filthy atmosphere;

I hear in silences some call me crumpets,
Unwelcomed behaviour and whistles unwanted;
We are humans and we have feelings too,
This sort of treatment will surely make us shrew.


Oh! Dear trust me, I notice all the odd,
It gives me numbness and I vow to ask the God!

Is this your creation?
If so, you really need to reshape the next generation.

Show us some respect and give us our space,
Be known for good deeds,
Don't be a reason for our distress.

You've been sculpted beautifully, a wonderful creation of nature;
Damsel is for you, be good to your portraiture.

    -------Krishna Acharya

Twirly Whirly Curly

O girl with curls all over,

Whose hair falls like a paper roll;

A day doesn't end without a thought of yours ,

Your beauty inspires me to write more .

Your curls are everything , I adore

Oh your curly hair , with which I love to play;

Which makes you agitated to brush it away ,

But a wind easily drifts it away .

A thought of you keeps me young and strong ,

Memories of 'Us' keeps me moving along;

You're the most beautiful lady I've ever known ,

Queen of my heart , Crowned in your own curls. 

                              -Tsang,
                                Changlang, Arunachal Pradesh
                             

A Wise Man

A Wiseman is wise in both pleasure and pain,
A wise man responds at the time of disdain;
 With positivity and and with problem solving skill,
His weaponery of reasoning and formidable will

A Wiseman in wise at the crossroads,
He is too good to decipher and decode;

He is humble and patient and can handle rejection;
He stand firm and channelise his dejection.


To me  he is a man in true spirit,
Love and compassion is what he does inherit;
He is  the one we can rely in the hour of need;
You can bank on him and comfort yourself indeed.

                          ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from  North East India. A post graduate in English Literature and currently pursuing Bachelor's Degree in Education from Sardar Patel University Balaghat. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a member of the Motivational Strips.