There are many who hurt, but few who heal. Let us all bring about a small change in our small worlds, maybe that would lead to the betterment of the society we dwell in , today.

Save me from him!

HEAL THE WORLD.....

Annesha Ganguly

FRIVOLOUS UNCERTAINITIES

This poem is straight from my heart...Undergoing a lot of stress off late...

A hellish sea storm…some impending fears…

To sow good luck with some good ol tears—

Teeming with conspiracy is the devil’s mind;

Some peace of mind where shall I find…

Everywhere and nowhere, where do I go--

Directionless and aimless, the winds do blow

Darkness and solitude seem long lost treasures,

The agony, the pain, knows no measures…

Heavily enough the fortune has played;

To and fro the opinions are swayed;

No help, no support will you find this way,

Chaining itself to a life of dismay…

Thinking and believing all that is good;

Inflicting wounds on the serpent’s hood…

It grows each time and you hit it everytime;

Chaining its spontaneity to your own rhyme.

You don’t know, you don’t realise,

Never is it good enough to be always wise,

Spontaneous you become, forget all limitations,

Free yourself from the pain of imitations.

Be yourself and let the winds blow

Let the lightening bring the only glow-

The questions will haunt you –

They will trouble you yet again—

But you must persevere at all costs to ultimately gain.

They will try to defeat you and will hold you back;

Chaining you to the lowest rack.

Never lose hope, never lose your calm,

Time – will act as the sweetest balm.