To all the poets..

                             

Time for a poetry on love and hate as in contrasting/opposite things like black and white, fat and thin and so on. So, how creative can you get? #Poetryonopposites

This post is written for Indispire  79th Edition

                                            To all the poets resting there,
                                         Topic of the week brings in flair!
                                        Call the opposites and we are there,
                                         To run our mind and move on rear.
                                        Our world of poems is so beautiful,
                                             Even ugly myth turns dutiful.
                                  Here, Antonyms and rhymes walk in hand,
                                         With Synonyms joining in to blend.
                                           We carve the coarse words so fine,
                                            And paint the black canvas white.
                                           We light the dark chamber bright,
                                               And let the low fly up high.
                                         We accept the inaccuracy to ignite,
                                        An accuracy that none shall decline.
                                        And so our strength is our weakness,
                                     Because we draw sweet from bitterness! 
                                         We ascend to top from the bottom,
                                   And descend from the worst to best front!   

                                          We float on the waves of mystery,
                                         And sink in the thoughts of history.
                                          We open the closed door of knots,
                                         And collect the scattered thoughts!
                                           We answer the questions of love,
                                               Bringing out the hate above.
                                        We reap the justice from the unjust,
                                                And sow the seeds of trust!
                                            We start from the end of tusk,
                                         And carve the dawn from the dusk.
                                    We give the shallow words,a meaning deep, 
                                  And string them together on a separate tweak!
                                             We are the poets,the blessed one's,
                                        Student of thoughts and master of words.
                                             We know irony,sarcasm and pun        
                                            For us prose and poem is all one!
                                       We can form a sentence out of a rhyme 
                                           And carve the rhyme of it to shine,
                                                Like a diamond in a mine !

-SSW
                                    

Just Kidding..

" Just kidding " seems to be the first word learnt by the so called warriors of humor who stand there with this shield when an arrow of failed sarcasm drops down  instead of hitting the target.
                                        oh! Is it ..?was "Jus Kiddingg , u see..!

But the irony is that i have never read any satire stating "oh peeps that was just a joke",never mind i am far away from sarcasm so i am taking tuition's from "JK" Gang and yes i have learnt a lot about various defenses . :P
 Back to article, if i leave my thoughts they will keep running tangential and its hard to pull them back just like its hard to not joke ! :D

Anyway ,So the question that goes out to all is 'Whether the use of our favorite word 'Just kidding' makes one master of sarcasm'?
Before i move in further, let me highlight the definition of sarcasm  because most of our self proclaimed champs of humor  are so busy in scanning through all the publications  on it that the few words provided by oxford to glorify it goes unnoticed Ah,ofcourse who reads such petite piece of work?  *Brows up*Lol..Just Kidding,u see? the saviour in an invited trouble ? :P

Ok, So Sarcasm as defined :

Irony employed in the service of mocking or attacking someone is sarcasm..

Sarcasm is sometimes used as merely a synonym of irony, but the word has a more specific sense: irony that's meant to mock or convey contempt. This meaning is found in its etymology. In Greek, sarkazein meant "to tear flesh; to wound." When you use sarcasm, you really tear into them. A clever person coined the variant spelling sarchasm (a blend of sarcasm and chasm) and defined it as "the gap between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it."

So no where i read just kidding as the synonym for sarcasm,so why is this trend so popular and promoted to define the wittiest humor.

Or Is it that our champs are too brave to take in the adventure of their wittiness that their sense of satire reverts back to being a kid when an alarm of danger is raised.Did you get that ?No, i will make it simple.

Sarcasm is a language of wittiness possessed by those who can sharply convey their words in humour without a threat of being questioned.So if you can wisely use it, you know you are out of danger and if you fail to place it neatly be ready to clean the mess by mopping with 'Just kidding'.

P.S:When the canthus of eyes narrows down and an arc of smile sprouts, its when sarcasm has walked out from me in to you and to the next door. I don't need to drag this article more because i can see you smiling there. (yeah you got it) and my 'JK' gang who is still providing me with tuition's i have return gift for you,keep waiting for my second article on satire which is coming soon exclusively for you till then keep kidding and spread the laughter. :P

-SSW

Softest Stone

                                               The Emperor of Life,The Ruler of Lives,

                        

                                                The Stubborn Queer,The Gentle Spear,

                                                 The bullet rider,The fire extinguisher,

                                                  The Wisest Dealer ,The Silent killer,

                                                

                                                The Sweet Venom , The bitter Sarcasm,

                                             

                                               The sharpest shrill, The Happy Good-will

                                                 The Loneliest organ, The toughest one!

                                                 It can Heal a Soul, It can wound a whole.

                                           

                                                  It can give u a Smile,or, take in a while.

                                           

                                                     It's the softest stone, That you own..

                                                     So Handle with care, and  be aware

                                               It can make "a" Life, or break "many" lives,

-SSW

At Times,

At Times,
When Life changes its course,
And Shatters the hope to discourse!

When all you have is not  yours,
And all  you are left with, is a loss!

When Time glides the ailing ache,
And Pain pricks through the flake!

When Dreams speak of the unseen,
And  Eyes see them and scream!

When Mind listens to heart no more,
And heart Speaks of being unsure!

When the Path guides you to no way,
And you trot through the midway!

At,that time,
When YOU  Halt in the Moving Pace,
And Thoughts Freeze in the Space,

Then
Close your Eyes and Follow that beam,
Moving through and froth ,in you Within,
Speak to it,for it will listen,
Because,Its you that will be in!

-SSW

Through the clouds:Story of Dream

                               

                           
                                         My Restless Eyes moves with the Haughty Clouds,

                                           And Chases the Sun through the Rays Enshroud.

                                             The Morning Dew on the Lush Green Shrub,

                                             Spreads the Aroma of Hope around my Hub.   

                                

                                         The Fresh Green Canvas of Dawn pulls me Close,

                                         Says;"After dusk ,dawn breathes a "Dew of Hope"

                                               My Vintage Past when carves the Present,

                                      My Present welcomes the forthcoming in quiescence. 

                                             When a tiny stone  tethers the mirror of hope,

                                                  My Lucid dreams fall apart on floor!

                                        The canthus of my eyes then narrow down to close,

                                             To let once lived dreams, drown and depose .

                                  

                                             But, The Rising Bird and the Mountain Peak,

                                            Gathers my shattered hope back in Mystique.

                                               Then echoes the valley of love in shriek ,

                                              Broken dreams gives way to New dreams.

                                       Like the Soothing breeze and the gurgling waves,
                                            When hits on the Rock and finds her way,
                                           My tattered dreams calls me all over again,
                                              To stand on my feet and find my way!
                                     
                                        The Rising dawn shines a new hope to live,
                                         Sparkling through  the eyes to live it with.
                                      I chase my dreams through the clouds to reach,
                                          "Through the Rays to the Sun" I Preach!


-SSW

Letter to my world:My Mom

“I am writing a letter about how a mother teaches honesty to her child with the Max Life Insurance i-genius #YoursHonestly activity in association with BlogAdda.”

Dear Mummy,

There is so much to thank you for, though my heart is full of thoughts but fingers numb.They just don't know how to bring together the same alphabets that you once made me repeat after you, while i rested on your lap and babbled  innocently.From the first day of my school till today, you have been constantly there by my side to guide me in every aspect.When i look at your picture of twenty four years ago and today i can see the gray strands of hair and dark circles  silently speaking about the sleepless nights that you and baba spent behind us. The Words of kindness like Please,sorry and Thank you are like the developed reflexes of my body.The first time you made me say thank you for the chocolate i got from my neighbor cultivated the farm of gratitude in my heart that has been nourished over these years by remembering every act of kindness i have experienced by others and moreover repaying the same because you always taught me 'kindness spreads".It was your please that made me learn to respect others property.You taught me to accept my mistake thereby never letting the wave of arrogance carry me.You kept simplicity above all luxury and so i know the worth  of it.You knew when to be strict and when to pamper me.I still remember that day when i was in second or third, for the first and last time i had picked up 5 rupees coin from the drawer because my friends had asked me to get for pepsi party and i was too scared to ask for.But eventually you caught me by finding the 25 paise change in my brothers pocket.That was the day (i don't remember how much you and baba had fired me but i remember you made me understand at night why i should have asked) and today i have never taken money from home without informing you or baba. That was the first spark of honesty you had ignited in my heart to lighten it forever.These umpteenth memories have soaked in the values for life that has shaped my life beautifully.

                                                   My thoughts and actions are reflection of you.Its you both who have and are molding me to be better each day.You have strengthened my faith on God,you have made me believe in myself,every time i cried for being hurt you taught me why i should not do the same to anyone else,you always reminded me of honesty, you appreciated my success and stood by my failures and made me strong enough to accept defeat and most important you never let me give up.I can proudly say that my parents are the best people in the world.I have been brought up by two special flowers who have gently caressed me when i was budding,nurtured me with love and helped me to bloom in all phases of life.

I can go on writing for the countless lessons i have learnt from you.Thank you for everything.I can never repay.Love you loads.                                                                       
                                                                                                                      Proud Daughter

His last Words

                               He wept his Heart to the soul,  

                                He loved more than his own!

                           His broad shoulders narrowed down,

                              As She Smiled back to his frown!

                              He Kept her fingers on his Palm,

                            And their eyes met to form a psalm.

                       
                          His crispy lips when graced her cheeks,

                            She shuddered of pain and shrieked,

                      Then, She gently caressed his haughty hands,

                       To shine the ray of hope on a deserted land.

                    

                             The steady wind rose on the shore,

                            And clouds of sadness began to pour.

                         The breeze was blowing stronger in time 

                          And so was her breadth killing his life.

                            Thick and green scratched all over,

                        The warrior of battlefield lost his fervor.

                             He crawled to creep and save her,

                         But the battalion of rebels had taken over.

                       
                        The knife and chopper had done their job,

                                  Leaving him with her to sob.

                           

                                The white carpet was laid in red,

                               As the last spoon of love he fed.

                              His little princess was six month old,

                             But Her eyes spoke of,more than loads,

                                  He knew what she had to say,

                                  The young father turned grey.

                           
                                He moved his body but cried of pain,

                          The blood was oozing from his every vein.

                       
                           Beneath the shade they hid in resilience,

                           And His Last words pierced the silence,

                            "I Love you baby,shall take you away,
                             to Walk along, there's just one way"!

                             
                           He caught her breadth and cried in pain,
                               Staring at her in grief and disdain.

                               She moved her body now no more,

                                He fixed his eyes forever on her!!.

-SSW