Money and power make one insane

Money creates emotional disinterestedness,

Replacing love and indebtedness,

These micro-interactions over time shape the brain erroneously,

All we receive from anyone is fake sympathy.

Common phrase; let’s be practical,

There is no good destiny with capital,

It remakes us, and there is rarer liberalism,

Let the wise rise and recoup the lost realm.

Money is a manifestation of authority,

Power is a manifestation of anxiety,

We cannot be free of hatred while we have a fortune,

Earth destroyed but responsibility not taken by anyone.

What are we afraid of?

Mostly, we fear destroying our planet off,

While keeping us environmentally cognizant,

Let’s return it back to our eternal parent.

By- Yati Sinha

The fresh greenery is flyblown,

Passerine comes in her earthy hued browns,

That affluent yet gentle manner,

Give a reminisce of timber.

The peaks are the green shaft,

Those gemstones at twilight,

Slopes that give a home to so much verve, Foundation for trees and pastures.

The flowers are a dancing rainbow with tuner,

The light and music blossom together,

They are colours to weave nightmare,

As soft and gay as any tussore.

The setting sun came to a sky of fire with wrath,

The orange of every wintry hearth,

The battle cry to the gathering night in gelidly,

The darkness is to show starlight indisputably.

By- Yati Sinha

Resilience gives power to accomplish your success

You will be on a cloud nine after success,
Your arduous endeavour finally disburses,
Notoriety has always been a kind of satisfaction,
An exhilaration to be celebrated with the whole conflagration.

The life will forever hurl gravel of crusade,
You have to clinch it with the entire leverage,
Aim it to fabricate a fortress of the conglomerate,
Let your fortune be so robust, that even assailant join you at commemorate.

You might confront challenges during the way,
But the climax will be as delightful as the blazing sunray,
Your rival will make an effort to authenticate pity,
But in the end, you will conquer their vanity.

Don’t tell how much you scapegoat to have a crown,
Never crave to chatter much with a clown,
Show your clout to accomplish your destination,
And finally, get a kick out of your triumph to rule the nation.

By-Yati Sinha

When the moon is absent

When the moon is absent,

The darkness rules the sky over a long extent,

It looks beautifully innocent,

But silently kills as an ailment,

The obsolete mind becomes insolvent.

When the moon is absent,

Your heart becomes indigent,

It does not give heed to your commitment,

It will provoke the death of merriment,

Exploited but effects are still transient.

When the moon is absent,

It will let you lost your dearest tournament,

Your mind will become impertinent,

Will let your mind think stuff recurrent,

Will finally make you impatient.

When the moon is absent,

Who will advise you, how to fight disfigurement,

Gloom will make you belligerent,

Make yourself thoroughly vigilant,

Remember, you are special and indifferent.

By- Yati Sinha

The bloom of spring flowers

The spring flowers ignite an inner grin,

They are as candle flames, wiping out pain,

Their colours illuminate even in darkness,

Illuminating our world after the long wintry frostiness.

They are chaos in the perfectly choreographed ordinance,

They are magic that follows it’s the essence,

In the silence of the woodland, they are the song for the sights,

Day or night shines brighter as the sunlight.

Numerous paintings up on the walls of any art gallery,

Gift it to someone, joy replaces their misery,

Their beauty can’t be defined by a particular moment,

That’s what I feel when they blossom, what keeps me so present.

By- Yati Sinha

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Angel of peace

Angel of truce competes with the patron of war,

Just can’t sell them in a bottle of the jar,

So halt glancing for her twin,

She is all virtue and all sin.

Her mission is to bring world’s recreation,

To bind together all humans with universal affection,

To unite us, to search the soul in the painting,

To sow discord among those intent on fighting.

When she sees the genocidal impulse rise,

She will see it regardless of the disguise,

Wear to yourself and every identity,

She will sow discord instead of unity.

You need to start reckoning of love and congruence,

Instead, of people as holy souls with emotions and arduous existences,

Can only result if all of you reap it together,

Choosing love rather than shedding the blood of one another.

By- Yati Sinha

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Water bead – A reflection of the moon

Water beads adorn the flora as the prettiest of protrusions,

That in time will flow rather than an eruption,

The water bead sits as mellow,

It is the spring-bud of a rainbow,

Born to blossom in the welkin.

In the sweet enveloping achromatic,

There is a new seedling stretching anabatic,

Its leaves striped in soft greens and reds,

Upon those leaves sits a water bead,

A perfect sphere, soaking in the starlight.

It rests as if it has come from another nation,

Shining as if it were a new moon,

And destined to rise into the heavens,

As I watch the rainbow swirls that dance over its ecteron,

I imagine them morphing into a living story, a dream-world.

By- Yati Sinha

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The charming nature of butterfly

The butterfly, flower of the atmosphere,

Dances by in a whirl of colour in the sphere,

She is born to fly from her cocoon,

To bring a beauty so delicate into the warming summer afternoon.

A mystery to the eye when the wings glitter,

It was that iridescent glow of the butterfly wing to flitter,

It casts a spell on these eyes, such a beauty,

So that my soul is brought into the moment with an entirety.

I feel as if my thoughts were more tuned in somehow,

As if I were a radio that’s found a frequency with a vow,

That is both calmer and more intense all at earlier,

Petal-wings brings the serenity to the camera’s flicker.

As sweet as the nectar she explores,

She is a rose on a shore,

She raises her wings as an organic hourglass,

She flutters away from the futile mass.

By- Yati Sinha

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Daughter- An elegant blessings

A daughter is an elegant souvenir,

Just as rare as any heir,

She is a wonder in the state of tranquility,

The soul in her own liberty.

She is not a vessel to the family pride to burke,

But a person born equal to the bloke,

She is entitled to make as many omissions,

And still, be a full recipient of family affection.

The girl is like a snapshot out of term,

Though her feet are scarred yet she stands firm,

Dances like the joy of life within her cannot be tamed,

Her talent’s price yet to be named.

She is not property to be financed,

In the new world, why is she tensed?

So seize vigilance of your daughter,

And know that she is a boon in full measure.

By- Yati Sinha

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