Twisted

Maybe it is true, What they always said;

No matter how hard you try, No matter how far you go, You'll end up where you started, You'll end up doing what your destiny wanted.

In all this commotion, You'll feel the pull someday; You'll look back and see, And that's all it'll need to be.

You'll fall. You'll cry. You'll feel loved. You'll feel envy. You'll feel joy. You'll feel pain. At the end of it all, You'll feel.

Maybe it is indeed true, We're all connected, By strings invisible, Pulling us closer as we go farther, Maybe it is written, Whom we're tied up on the other end to.

Millions of people, Billions of strings, Some lead to multiple souls, But they're brittle and will break, You'll still feel a pull, Cause, You aren't done yet.

But when you really reach the strongest end, Your Thinking will bend, Your ways will mend, Your words will amend, Your faith will transcend, Two lives, into one, shall blend.

'Twisted'

She

She’s a she, with all her wit,

And that my dear, is the beauty of it.

We under-estimate their capacity,

We blame them for insanity,

We forget they were who gave birth to humanity,

Yet, why treat them with disparity.

They are as smart as anyone,

They are loved by everyone,

They are the apple of everyone’s eye,

Yet, why greet them with a sigh.

They’re born with the capacity to bear,

They’re even worshipped everywhere,

They’re capable of every work,

Yet, why look at them and smirk.

They’re beautiful, no doubt,

They’re cute and pretty, no doubt,

They’re personifications of angels, no doubt,

Yet, that not the only thing they’re about.

She’s a she with all her grit,

And that my dear, is the beauty of it.

‘She’ By Suhaas Putta  ©

The Retreat!

They rode down like rain, But in vain; Tears filled their eyes with despair, Ahead, their hopes beyond repair.

No longer the sound of the war cry, Their sense of victory, now wry; Hopes were now inanimate, Their future now burning in the grate.

They toppled the kingdom, They won their freedom; But they lost their own blood, Houses burned down to the mud.

They wanted to be free, All they now had was eerie; Life riddled them a riddle, Their life was now a fiddle.

'The Retreat' By Suhaas Putta.

A little Something :)

While the world brought me down,
She brought me up;
She never let me frown,
When I lost control, she was my stirrup;

She loved me for all that I was, all that I am,
She stayed with me when I needed her the most;
She was with me, while I saw the world's sham,
She is my idol, my last recourse;

She understood, misunderstood,
She praised, chided;
She showered all love, showed all fury,
She is a mother like all, A mother like none 

To my first teacher,
To my first love,
To all the times she put with my stupid behavior,
Thank you Mom! Happy Mother's Day 

Never Let Go!

Broken, in turmoil,

Wriggling in lowly soil,

Fist clenched in disgust,

Heart full of distrust,

In the deepest darkness a wry smile,

Easily, love, it did defile,

Knees bent to the ground,

Her senses, her cry, did astound,

Staring at the skies,

To let go, her heart defies,

Her heart beat faster,

Her vision grew duller,

Snow fell; rain showered, but strong was she,

It didn't matter; black and white was all she could see,

She barked all day at the grave,

To accept the truth, she never did brave...

"Never Let Go" By Suhaas Putta 

A Mission

The sword of justice, for long, has rusted,

We risked it all, and the wrong ones, we trusted;

Now that we've learnt, the truth has busted.

The eyes of law, for long, have been blinded,

Voices and opinions have been crushed and grinded;

It’s about time now, that Lady Justice woke up from the dead.

Faith, devotion and religion, for long, have been misused,

The iniquitous, hideous, nefarious have for long cruised;

It’s time we stood up, though broken and bruised.

For long, we've blamed the Diabolus Archfiend,

It’s time we realized it isn't the Satan, we’re the fiend;

All this filth has piled up on us, time it’s cleaned.

It’s not a greater tomorrow which we should envision,

The crime done is far beyond remission;

It’s time we washed our sins and woke up to a new inception.

‘We are our own gods; we are our own devils,

The day we get this, would be the end of all perils’

                                ‘A Mission’ By Suhaas Putta

By a chance of fate,

Or By a gamble of luck;

 Neither too early nor too late,

He met her who left him awestruck.

She was chirpy, and he was flirty,

They played it safe, didn't talk much;

None’s sleeves got dirty,

Not much they spoke, nothing special as such.

They spoke better through messages,

And soon they were acquainted with each other;

Little did they know that their bond was to last for ages,

They found more common interests as their conversations went further.

She made an effort to find him the perfect match,

Found no one and ended up in a catch;

He somehow knew why,

It was her who made him love-shy.

Time went by as he tried to woo her,

Some disastrous lows their relation did suffer,

But as true love would have it by it’s way,

She would now love him come what may.

                             'Ol' Fair Love' By Suhaas Putta.