Inspirational

The Land of Nothing

What is present at this land?
Well, it is nothing but sand.
It is the land of nothing,
Where you don’t find anything.
No flowers, no trees, no one.
The land only has a sun.

Some brave ones may try,
Not letting this place dry.
But never succeed

In their good deed

The land of nothing is so hot,
You could fry yourself in a pot!
In this land, heat shall remain,
No green shall retain.
No flowers, no trees, no one.
At the land of nothing.

Aditi Deepak
21st April 2020

Inspirational

Never Did It Cross My Mind

Alone I sat,
Thinking…  just that.
Never did it cross my mind,
disaster I was about to find.
For hitherto things were nice,
And I knew not there was a price
What we humans have done,
Is not a load of fun.
Months and months of monotony,
Oh, the irony.
Being trapped in my own home,
I went back to my thinking dome.
Will things change?
Or shall things be as strange?
Never did it cross my mind,
A pandemic I was about to find.

Aditi Deepak
7th January 2021

Inspirational

And I, A Lone Orchid

A garden full of roses,
and I, a lone orchid.
A thousand sheets of blank paper,
and the broken nib of a pen.
The glistening dawn that can never become the pensive dusk,
and night that can never become day.
Scribbles hailed as calligraphy,
not a word follows the call of destiny.
I halt for a moment,
and there walks another in my stead.
The tranquil moon that can never become the radiant sun.
The numbing winter that can never become the carefree summer.
A thousand days of unsaid words,
and the hushed chimes of the wind.
A garden full of roses,
and I, a lone orchid.

Aditi Deepak
2022

Inspirational

A Splash of Ink

The clock has begun ticking again,
a splash of ink on paper that had been plain.
I ran along with the sudden hustle and bustle,
shoving aside my mind in a tussle.
To break free from a world where,
the shadow of danger lingered around every familiar face there.

The pleasure of allowing a pen run free on paper.

Halt once again, to watch the flower wilt,
and there fear stood, barricaded by the wall that had been built.
It is time to bid our farewells to monotony :-
with a reflection as stoic as a bleak expression,
lost in the bitter caress of expectation.

The clock has begun ticking again,
a splash of ink on paper that had been plain.

Will I be sitting on the same chair,
past the curve in the path there,
praising the humanity that tipped the ink over?

Aditi Deepak
10th July 2022

Inspirational

Surreal

A lucid, surreal world,
the manifestation of our endless thoughts,
the depths of our minds unfurled,
our hopes and fears evinced.
Where reality merges with imagination,
where tranquillity and chaos walk hand in hand
In the midst of satinlike clouds and alluring stars,
and the hushed chimes of forgotten whims.
To walk along a hustling street
of faces unbeknownst to us,
or to gaze at the vast, pensive sky
at the plethora of wishes unfulfilled.
It is a lucid, surreal world,
where tranquillity and chaos walk hand in hand.
But don’t let the mirage shatter,
for everything has an end to it
and a deep, endless void awaits.

Aditi Deepak
2nd April 2023