Poetry.

Here I would be chronicling my poetry (As edited by the NDTV official website).

I consider each of my poetry as a feeling chronicled...probably a writer writes his work...but a poet lives it...the beauty of painful poetry lies in being appreciated and recognized for the pain you once lived...that well equips you to smile over your own suffering...and a smile...:) time for me to do that...

I cried for the dove...
- Poojjaa R Hegade

Doth trust truly exist?
Or is it just another myth?
If it doth, then why am I so oft betrayed?
Though warmth’s all I ever conveyed.

Perhaps I’ am crowned with isolation,
Always to end up on a no man’s station.
But the throne of solitude
Is what I accept with gratitude.

I live alone with my power and pride,
With no supportive soul by my side.
My feelings as usual rampaged,
For the emotional wars that I never waged.

Life’s always been so vague
Not worth living for anyone’s sake
‘Morrow I’ll sit alone by the lake
With no arm around my shoulder
All alone o a bulky boulder
Though the very thought makes my heart go colder.

I had framed a portrait of love
Above flied a peace denoting dove
Beneath were we by the cove
O'er…the heartache I suffer
Oh my portrait…oh there it shatters.


Here comes the next one...its been published again n again n again...well I bumped into few 'ol associates last night...quite unexpectedly... who were the reason for this "feeling" lived...

The fake laughter-
Poojjaa R Hegade

When hope fades away and life goes astray,
And you still can't find a way...
That is the day,
When you think of the time you were happy and gay.
Think of those times as much as you may
Your past always haunts your present day.
While the nights are ferociously filled with fright,
And there is no help in sight.
That is when you get the strength to fight.
May whatever comes thy way.
You will always support the right.
But at a point to survive…
You have to master the fake smile and laughter.
Else life would be impossible
In this materialistic society thereafter.

Note:I do not chronicle my joyous feelings...so kindly do not presume that I have not had any...Once I have my copyrights on my other stuff...maybe one would see more of poetry on my blogs but until then...Life's good...