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Verse

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Dream...Believe.. Inhale!

 

The passion of life stops at nothing. The slumber hunters of everyday life share their deepest darkest poisons-passions-beliefs-ideals-dreams to an upswing on this very page.

 

These writers share what they think through prose and poems. They discuss their route to overcome the poisons of slumber and rise up to acquire the nectar of life. This is the section where we will all glorify survival.

 

Stop by to breathe in new whiffs of life.

Big Poetry Poet: Rishabh Raj ©www.wakenshine.com.

Big

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I wanna get big!
I wanna be big!!
I want- Ahh.... Really!
I shouted so loud.

Oh no!
Mom n Daddy asked. "What's the matter, son?
What's this screaming all about?

 

I wanna get BIG!
The Lord knows.
So I shouted-
And got a tight slap.

 

Many nights I chanted to sleep,
'I want to get big!'
But never asked elders the same
Question- about growing up.

 

I waited for time,
When not only me,
But the world would notice I've grown. 

 

"Yes! He stands tall on his feet.
Not just a boy in his mom's lap."
Woo-hoo! what a feat!

 

Small with words and actions,
I can make anyone today;
but an awkward unease binds me,
An affliction of many people my age.

 

Rewind our lives to the pint-size,
Huge 'Fs'- Felicity and Fortitude;
Reasons want to pull us back,
Many and me, want our bags packed.

 

Ya, I miss Mom calling me "Betu".
A hefty piggy bank of familial love;
The everyday games, Alas!
I don't recall when I played last!

 

Tom & Jerry, Pokemon, and Beyblade,
Like Ostwald and Veini,
My friends, the laughter, that craze.

 

Now friends aren't there all the time,
Those moments of terrific fun!
Now a bored, a useless grunt.

 

FB and WatsApp keep us paced,
Na, Na, it's not enough!
How long will apps reduce my loneliness?
Ouch! My eyes! They put 'em through stress!

 

Poet: Rishabh Raj

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Moon

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The sphere shaded with White,
Kept me flinching away from the tides.
I longed to touch the Dark Knight soon,
For I supposed It to be the Divine Boon.

 

Though devoid of her own Blaze Cynthia was,
Cast my bona fide shadow with her borrowed Gloss.
With Elegance She used to entice,
However, when I reached her She swept me aside.

 

The Sun was supposed to be Thanked,
As the darkness became Beautiful with a Friend.

 

And what if the Sun had taken away the Charm It cast on?
The Moon, nevertheless, might not have mourned,
Because till then,
It had known,
The Halcyon Days could again be Reborn.

 

In the way,
I encountered myriad Glittering Speckles,
Who were all Affable and Capable,
Of making my pace Perpetual.
And in the end,
They thought
I was the Hero,
I wondered if they got
The Path to approach was quite narrow.

Poet: Mona Singh

 

 

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Penniless

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The Time when left her side,
She couldn't think excepting the jibes.

 

The Sky above,
Lilac in its Character;
Disagreed to color her Gesture,
Defeated in her Effort;
Implored the White Lamp,
To get the seven Hues to burst.

 

In the midst of the Blue Blanket Nap,
However, what she craved for-
Was not yet served to her,
Palpitations of her four chambers;
Hankered never after relinquishment,
For they were the only Harbingers;
Of her Heart's Long-Lived Embellishment.

 

And it keeps beating saying,
"This Time isn't mine.....
Because now I've lost all my Dime-
Now I've lost all my Dime.

 

Poet: Mona Singh

 

Editor's Note: Life can be complicated, it might make you feel penniless too. But it's just in the day- this too shall pass. Don't fret too much, try to find a new direction, instead.  

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Moronic Heart

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Oh, heart......

 

Are you a moron or what ??
Oh, heart… oh, my heart… oh my “beloved” heart,
Why force my life to a dead and slow bullock-cart?
You are my best friend as far as I know,
But where has that friendship gone,
My Dear?

Why not obey my words... To remember her?
Bringing back the happy-sorrow,
Alas! Of that girl?

 

Please, my mate! Please understand.
She was not a right choice my mate,
You tried so much
(Various attempts of coming closer).
But she never welcomed you
Always rejecting in one way, or another.

Oh Yes!
She never opened the gate of her heart.
You went further, finally proposed-
She went far trashing your heart.

 

I know it’s tough.
She being the one who impressed u-
Only one who overlooked,
Leaving your heart- squashed!

Ok, don’t pay attention to the lines above.
Coz now I talk to you, my readers-
Telling you her deadly; ruthless tale.

 

When she dissolved that precious moment,
Into tears of self-hate!
When she shouted, "See your face, you dumb!
Don't follow me- you don't match my status."
So ruthless! Wasn't she?
Tell me Oh! Readers,
Is love a balance sheet?
Or a carpet of sweet dreams?

 

I can feel your beat, O heart!
You are still alive- make it count.
Don’t be dead or inactive,
You are not lifeless.
Keeping her in you.
Please don't be hopeless,
Let that pain sprout new leaves-
Try, try and try until
You find the perfect one.

 

Don’t let yourself and ultimately me,
Die because of that heartless dream.
The girl who talks o status and not love,
How can she be of anyone?
But that of money rolls!
So don't be a moron, O heart!
Don't fret, dear moron!

 

 

Poet: Rishabh Raj

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Princess

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Maybe most of the Indian men will not like this article. Sorry Gentlemen! I am not one of stereotypical guy, trying to influence you. Having my own free will and mind to think about her I am today sharing what I feel my love for her is all about.

 

I will do whatever it takes to make her happy because she is the only one person in my life after my mom and dad who give me happiness, without any reason. She does not see me as a prospect, yet she cares for me. Her feelings for me are selfless. Her warmth for me- genuine.

 

I am going to treat her like a “Princess”. 

 

Forgetting all the problem and worries of my life is easy when she is in front of me. I feel so confident in her acceptance of me that I know I can go through all. Although I know the way I have chosen to be with her may be different but not wrong.

 

Love is never wrong. It's the purest form of emotion. 

 

The way she looks at me shows the faith and trust she has in me. The way she gives attention to me is when we meet is perfect. It makes my life worthwhile. She deserves to be my "Princess" as she is precious to me.

 

I feel pleased to have her and feel proud to walk with her. Our walks together will never end.

 

I don’t believe in God but for my "Princess" I pray- always.

 

These are my thoughts- these lines are directly from the depth of my mind and the bottom of my heart.

 

Author: Rahul Vats

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Classmates

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I remember the first day of my new school,
Not willing to get ready for it and mom saying:
“Child plz be calm and cool,"
Crying no mummy no.
Fear of being alone all throughout the day,
Hahaha…. After a while;
All these fine efforts proved to be useless
As I finally found myself in that muddy bay……

                             
     But I was wrong.
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I was actually in the paradise,
Having a number of beautiful angels;
And handsome kings….a great combination!
As compared to a rainbow slice,
Woooo…. That made me  happy;
Feelings for that place too strongly,
Fascinatedly making so many friends in a short while,
God like teachers who motivated with their soft words;
As to how to cover infinitely long life's miles.

 

The first day over and as the days goes by,

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Shyness within me goes away saying bye,
No matter boy or a girl,
I only focus on the word “friend”,
For me going to school was not only to study then.
But also for fun, to learn from my buddies.
Destiny was in the another mood!
Ohh no!
A Single class broken-down into more than two.

 

 

And I starved for the happiness food,
Strong growing bonding converted into back bonding,
I was losing my friend’s heart to my heart binding……

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Lastly came the end day of heaven like place (Class 10),
Also, the time to observe all the angels,
Kings and my Gods face,
Whom I have to and want to
Carry along with me in my life's race;
But it’s tough for me;
Even a single one to get trace……
Saying “living alone; living alone”

 

 

To every schoolmate,
Has become a habit of mine,

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I pray to god to once again draw
That invisible joining line,
Starting from me and ending through them.

 

That huge tree of life;
I want to see it again…….
Ya, there were feelings of fights- of hatred too,
Woooo…. But the love of course never left!

 

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Word “Me” is missing (from others);
Hmmm…. that cannot be filled up (from my side),
As it has the word “friend” yup,
My school mates
Because without them, I’m nothing,
But a mere toothpick……

 

 

LOVE U FRIENDS

Poet: Rishabh Raj

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Editor's Note:
A young poet brings to us the beauty of growing up, making friends at school and then eventually the angst of leaving them after high school is over. Enjoy the beauty of this beautiful piece. Rishabh, you will remain in your friend's heart and they will have a rueful smile as they treasure, coz friendships last forever, even when we think they don't. Cheers!

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Big

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I wanna get big!
I wanna be big!!
I want- Ahh.... Really!
I shouted so loud.

 

Oh no!
Mom n Daddy asked. "What's the matter, son?
What's this screaming all about?

 

I wanna get BIG
The Lord knows.
So I shouted-
And got a tight slap.

 

Many nights I chanted to sleep,
'I want to get big!'
But never asked elders the same
Question- about growing up.

 

I waited for time,
When not only me,
But the world would notice I've grown.

"Yes! He stands tall on his feet.
Not just a boy in his mom's lap."
Woo-hoo! what a feat!

 

Small with words and actions,
I can make anyone today;
but an awkward unease binds me,
An affliction of many people my age.

 

Rewind our lives to the pint-size,
Huge 'Fs'- Felicity and Fortitude;
Reasons want to pull us back,
Many and me, want our bags packed.

 

Ya, I miss Mom calling me "Betu".
A hefty piggy bank of familial love;
The everyday games, Alas!
I don't recall when I played last!

 

Tom & Jerry, Pokemon, and Beyblade,
Like Ostwald and Veini,
My friends, the laughter, that craze.

 

Now friends aren't there all the time,
Those moments of terrific fun!
Now a bored, a useless grunt.

 

FB and WatsApp keep us paced,
Na, Na, it's not enough!
How long will apps reduce my loneliness?
Ouch! My eyes! They put 'em through stress!

 

 

Poet: Rishabh Raj

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Bereaved Poem Poet: Mona Singh ©www.wakenshine.com, 2017.

Bereaved

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The Happiest was the Dead,
For
It went away.
Leaving All My Grudge,
and Hatred;
On this so-called Mud.....

The Detachment Clouted Me,
Compelled Me To Clear out;
All the Debt Of,
This Deafening Silence.

But How?
But How?
The Impossible be Made Possible?

Because Now I Know-
We Both have Gone into
Divergence.....

Poet: Mona Singh

 

Editor's Note: Mona, losing a pet is the saddest of all tragedies. You lose the most important part of yourself with your loving pet. But as they say, life goes on, and it will only make you stronger than before. Wherever your friend is right now, you are remembered and cherished. Lots of love from all of us at WakenShine.com <3

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DREAMS: Divinity Or Curse

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Marks; Marks; Marks......
Sometimes it seems;
so disturbing to me;
Exactly in the same way,
as I got disturbed by late night dog barks......

 

The question arises in my mind;
“Is getting good marks everything?
“Answer got by teachers and parents; “yes child......
Otherwise, you are nothing "......
Another question:
"Is there any place for talent?
"Answer:" we reject this question. Don't argue further. Please be silent!"
Is this behavior of our elders: wrong or right?
Absolutely no! And this forces me; versus them;
To have some scornful fight.
In school;
Teachers tell us to buy this book, that book,
But why not teach us, how to swim in our dream’s brook,

 

At home: if I try to do something to follow my dream,
Why slogan then repeats: “study, study, study!”
Ufff! That horrifying scream.

 

God gave me the right to live, do whatever I want to,
So why dear parents, there’s always a big no?
God sent me here to do something, some great things!

 

That the people could forget the remaining;
(Implies the special works done in the past),
But only the thing piercing in my soft dreams;
Giving me undesired pain,
Is the long, so long?
Infinitely long "study train!"
So I went to tell the parents that I want to live my dream;
“Can’t study anymore and can't fulfill your dream,
Of becoming an engineer or a doctor.”
They simply said:"ha! Ha! Ha. Shut up!!!
Then forget your dream too.
Go to a village, do farming, we will buy you a tractor.’

 

How can I reach my goal with these appreciating efforts from my parents?
This situation is the worst; without being dead; I am enjoying the hell's ride;

 

A lot of pressure is there on my mind,
I forget to smile, thoughts in action;
Phenomena of this kind.

 

Sometimes I think it is better to end the life,
As compared to do what I exactly don't want to do,
But I stop myself as arises the promise, I gave to my parents,
“Mommy, mommy; papa, papa- I will surely make u feel proud.
A pride swelling your hearts when you introduce me, “he’s my Child.”

 

Is study the only thing which can make someone special and superior,
Or is it the dream, its fulfillment can give a lifetime: a hurtful tenure.
Can it be possible to do things which I do not want; I seriously don't know,

 

Oh lord!
Why are my parents digging up; a hole for my heart a hopeless burrow,
I’m waiting for god's miracle;
till then my friends its “sorrow, sorrow and only sorrow ".

 

Message from the Poet:

I talked about the worst phase of my life, still an ongoing one; this particular; is the story of the young generation in India. I tried my best to convey a sound and important message to all parents; please let your child live life without interference. Because where there is a dream; there is definitely a smoking talent residing in his or her soul and if you gave them a chance; they will surely stand by their words......

There is one line "it is better to end the life"...... This line is nothing but a useless and foolish thing to say n act when I think about it twice, thrice or more.
So it's a prayer to all, do not think of these silly things... It's an urge......

Thank you..... Rishabh Raj

Editor's Note:-

Youth finds the challenges of life tough. They think parents are stopping them from living their dreams. A parent only tries to protect the offspring, whenever possible. Maybe it's time for parents to listen, understand and trust their child's choices and for children to be focused on their dreams but never forget that studying is as important as breathing. Education opens young minds to achieve their goals as it fills them with reason.

 

 

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