I desired to get hold,
Of love,
Of beauty,
Of wisdom,
Of the divine,
Spread beyond shrine.

The more I took hold,
Getting rigid along the way,
The more it,
Slipped towards the bay.

After failures,
And failed trying,
Grasp I,
That beauty like water,
Can’t be hold by,
The more you try,
The more hands get dry.

As thy creation feminine,
Force never the way,
And to aspire beauty,
Don’t attempt to catch hold,
And no possessions,
But get possessed,
To the beauty spread,
In the vastness of sky.

All those holding a price,
Power, money and game of dice,
Part of masculine,
Rigid and without divine.

And those thy priceless,
Love, beauty and wisdom,
Heart of feminine,
Fluid and descending from divine’s kingdom.



P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).


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