Pearls of life

                          Pearls  of life
Relations, on one hand are the best part of life on the other hand is the most delicate of all. This poem is an effort to make people understand the importance of relations and their delicacy.
                  They are the pearls of life
                    They take years to craft
            But don’t require even a second
                       To drift and shatter.

            They are like threads of cloth
        Undergo a course for being strong
               But once broken can’t be alike
            And always bear a knot of fight.

               They are life’s link and bond
                 Which are shared forever on
              They are simplest thing of life
    Teaches to handle delicate with might.

                    They are petals of flower
                 Full of fragrance and light               They often fail to bear
                    the pressure of fight.

           They are tough to make and retain
                 But can be done with full faith.    On one the who shares his delicate of life
      Yes the one who shares the pearls of life.
 
                                                                              By :- Jay Sotta

The two faced people

The credit of this poem I give to one of my friend who made me realized the real face of my friend and helped my other good friends to pass my friendship test with ease. This poem is for my two faced friend. 

This world is full of people

Who own a special quality

They act as two and speak too

And own an attitude or two.

    They are the messengers of evil

Who say the unsaid things to others

They are inflammable fluids

  Who are cause of many fires

They are ones with weak relations

And are in seek of chance

Where they try to create a  

Fight between others’ dear ones

   They always try to sow 

A seed of envy in hearts

Of two; they always live a 

Life of people two.

Tribute to Helen Keller

I was born like an

Ordinary child as were thee.

But the ghastly February

Brought a gift of illness to me.

It transformed my world into

A dark and silent place to live

I couldn’t even learn to breath,

It was too early for me to believe.

I was left with no way to put across

My expressions were left in me.

Not could I speak so meek,

Neither could I hear nor see.

  

My garden was the one

That my mind could read.

Paradise of my childhood with bees,

Nothing else was left that my heartcould feed. 

Friends are Life

They are the ones who

Make our life giggle

 With whom we

Like to mingle. 

The ones who wipe

Our tears

And ones who  

Make our years.

Life without them 

Is pen without ink

Eyes without blink

The sail that sinks 

And smile without wink.

It’s a package of feelings,

No one can make it,

Neither can break it,

Nor explain it.

It’s one can feel it

They are like a star that twinkle and glows

They are like an ocean that gently flows

  They are gold that one should treasure

And should be cared forever and ever

I am so blessed to have such friends 

With whom I’ve grown so close

So this little poem I dedicate to them

Because to me they are the “MOST”.

The Solitude of my life

It is a condition when

One’s feelings are hurt

And mind goes shut.

The span when one feels 

Distressed, Dejected and Disappointed. 

  The feeling I feel

    It is hurt and heal

 For me and my life

             It is Solitude of my life.

An outlandish individual

I am consider

But for me it’s me

And not a nutty

With broken heart and spirit

With Weak will and 

Determination I roam

But want someone to

Express hearts elation

No one to ask and utter

                                                   No one to open the shutter

 Of my heart and life

It is solitude of my life.

There is someone who lacked

There is someone needed

Always there is someone in 

Everyone’s life who 

Has importance and significance.

But for me there is no one 

                                                         To convey my thoughts
                                                                As it is my life i.e.  
                                                       It is Solitude of life.          

My First Poem

THE WORLD OF GAMES, THE GAMES OF WORLD



           This world is an ambiguous game,
           In each step everyone wants fame.
           The right step taken leads to success,
          The wrong step makes one notorious.



          This world is an ambiguous game,
           In each step everyone wants fame.
           In this game one should be smart,
           Making difference for cunning heart.


          This world is an ambiguous game,
          In each step everyone wants fame.
                                                     
         The saga of life is to get crushed in mill.
           But one should be full of hope and will.
                                       Jay sotta


            This world is an ambiguous game,
           In each step everyone wants fame.
            People here are pretentious and hypocrites,
         One has to keep fighting for rights.

my first post

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