Keep Moving

 

Keep moving forward,

Even if you don't see the light;

There is a definite dawn,

Even after the darkest night.

Keep moving forward,

Till you hear the siren,

Of merciless death

Approaching towards you

From the holy island.

Move towards your goal,

Beating all  rejection;

Leave behind despirited,

Surpassing all dejection.

You can then look back,

From the peak  of the world;

Laggards laggin by,

Your winning colours unfurled.

                      ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.

To Make You Always Smile

 

I have to fall down from my heights at times,

I have to compromise with my soul;

For you my love at times,

I have to compromise with my goal.

I owe all my achievements to you,

All I have today  is yours;

You are with me today,

Opened are all the doors.

All I do today is for you

All your dreams are mine;

All your sorrow and pain,

Shivers up my spine.

I promise to do the best,

To make you always smile;

I will ensure my libido high,

To keep you productive and fertile.

                             ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.

Be a True Son

 

Son to Father

You are no more cool,

Grey haired and half bald;

My circle and my gathering,

Your presence is uncalled.

Your clothes are withered,

And you carry too much weight;

Fed up with your presence,

And your careless distrait.

Your bleary eyes,

You are over the hill;

Lack of enthusiasm,

And nothing more to thrill.

You being a father,

Never cared for me;

Never met my demands,

Never let me free.

Stay away from me,

Let me live my way;

Don't be my barrier dad,

Don't add to my dismay.

Mother to son

Kind patient and loving,

He is the anchor;

Holding the family together,

He saved us from all canker.

He has seen all odds,

To see you rise above; 

All he expects from us,

Is a little care and love.

Selfless, unpraised and unnoticed,

The epitome of sacrifice;

He has lived for us,

Gladly given up his paradise.

Despite your rudeness,

His love is undettered;

His commitment for the  family,

Is unconditional and unheard.

He still toil for you,

In the scorching sun;

For your happiness dear,

He never had a fun

Though you are grown up,

He is still undone;

Have pride in him,

Be a true son.

                    ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.

The Highway to the Goal

 

The highway to the goal

Is the lonely one;

Painful difficult journey,

You got to walk along.

No one walks with you,

Till your reach your goal;

When the destination is reached,

Follows you the entire world.

Set your dream and persue,

To cross the difficult terrain;

Make your mind up,

To endure the stress and pain.

There will be mental exhaustion,

And you would want to quit;

Always remember not to,

Give up your goal and submit.

Winners are the ones,

Who can resists all odds;

And can hold the thunder,

And the lightening rods.

              ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Sumer, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as Technical Specialist at Infosys Ltd. Bangalore. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Motivational Strips

Judge Me No More

Your subtle looks tell me,

That you everyday do;

Judge no more my love,

I am human like you.

The graceful days are gone,

Future looms in the dark;

Things will come Back to life,

Said the passing by lark.

I need your strength and care,

I need your positive word;

Anymore debate on this,

Would be silly and absurd.

Weighty silence filled  night,

And the distress soul;

Want to voice it's pain,

Before the death takes its toll.

Stop pointing the flaws,

Look at my beautiful soul;

Tears almost on the edge,

I am toiling it hard to hold.

Don't point fingers at others,

Introspect your degraded soul;

Change your perplexed thought,

For mystery of life to unfold.

Make a move of your own,

Mind your graceful life;

Take a positive step,

Join hands with others to strive.

              ~Krishna Acharya

Daughter Natalie

 

Far away in the country side,

There was a man;

He had a happy family,

Beautiful wife and daughter Natalie.

Their life was quintessence  and full of joy,

Natalie was happy with her wooden toy;

Rapacious society had a toll on their life,

So he  left his little kid with his wife;

He began his journey to material gain,

He had only goal simple and plain;

Carrying in his heart a mixed pain,

He traveled to the distant land.

He wanted accumulate money and gold,

His desire for wealth was uncontrolled;

For his family he earned all riches,

Expensive shirts and flattering britches;

Haven't however seen them for decade,

That gives him a heart break.

One fine day a news came,

He is no more his friend exclaimed;

Even the last goodbye, he couldn't say,

For them it felt like a doomsday.

When his body was turned to ashes,

All their wealthy dreams shattered,

His soul was then called to heaven;

And was asked a petty question,

How many days did you live your life,

With your family, your kid and your wife;

His soul then said, pardon me oh Lord,

Worldly material and a life deplored

This question in the world was never heard of,

His vision was blurry and his sense distort;

My vision of happiness was off beam,

Was carried away by the worldy dream;

Never lived a day in harmony,

And disappointed my Natalie.

                  

                            ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.