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Mona Motwani Poem
As blissful as ocean,
Yet as lonely as shore;
As strong as stone,
Yet as still as mountain;
As silent as tree,
Yet, like leaves, fighting with her inner self to make some noise;
Her spirit holds fire,
Yet her dreams are reduced to ashes;
As brilliant as warrior,
Yet made as disciplined as queen;
She is a girl with dreams....
As ignored as weeds,
Yet as caring as nature;
Much powerful to create a whole new world,
Yet fighting to secure her own place;
As awakened as reality,
Yet called sleeping beauty;
As melodious as a lullaby,
Yet her voice breaking into weeps;
She is a girl with dreams....
Praised as goddess,
Yet beaten to death;
As precious as diamond,
Yet bears the injuries of an iron rod;
As deadly as poison,
Yet turns to be healer for human realm;
Yes, she is a girl with dreams....
A girl imprisoned in dark cages,
Ragged and torn in all ages,
Like a glass, she prefer shattering down,
Rather than living in fear to get knocked around;
She wants to yell out loud her pain,
And needs to be heard by world insane;
She wants to wake up from nightmare,
And be welcomed by sun without being scared;
Protect her or kill her,
Anything in between seems endless hopeless torture;
Respect this girl in all forms-goddess, mother, sister, friend and wife,
Rejuvenate this vulnerable beauty of nature... give her chance to survive in life.
She wants to be proud to be born as a girl.....
With dreams and no screams...
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Mona Motwani Poem
Working for years, in TIME FACTORY ,
I follow every order of my boss THE CLOCK,
I wander in space from dark to shine,
Knocking every door, every district and every block.
Many people just avoid the knock,
Some who open the door, shut it back for once and for all,
I think I m not scary enough to make them so shock,
But that’s cruel truth, most of them are so scared afterall.
Only few open their doors to welcome me,
They respectfully greet me,
Courageous are they, not scared of me,
They take the risk and call me in.
I believe even with odd looks, I deserve some respect,
I introduce myself to them as OPPORTUNITY,
Though they are shocked by my identity fact,
I gift their life with sense of success and security.
I’m OPPORTUNITY disguised as weird soul,
much like angel but not so pleasing for all,
My wings ascends from my feet,
I do not wait long, for anyone,
Wings give me the power of speed,
Once ignored I will come back for none.
I hide my identity,
With scanty hairs falling across my face,
I decide your destiny,
Once u reveal true colours of your face.
What is weirdest about me?
It is bald backhalf of my head,
But its god’s great dynamics,
Once I fly off, you cant hold my hairs and grab me back.
My name is opportunity,
I knock at every door,
Without any discrimination and partiality,
I give you the choice to open the door or to ignore.
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Mona Motwani Poem
Its words that makes the music,
Its just the beats that makes a big man dance;
Its the dawn that plans the dusk,
Its life, where the death begins.
Its about the determination in my mind,
Its the fire within that holds me calm.
Its about the reality that I dream,
Its the mystery that I reveal,
Its not about what I am,
Its all about what I will be.
Its the beginning of chapter called life,
Who knows what theory of life can be...
Its not a university you have to walk in,
Its universe, you have to live within.
Its not about what world wants,
Its about the passion, your life demands.
Its not about victory that gets you big fame,
Its about defeat which gives you most valuable lesson to win life-games.
Its not about the world appreciating your name,
Its about your name that inspires them...
Its not about thousand tears falling over your grave,
Its about, even ‘nature’ showering rain as tears over your grave.
Its the beginning of chapter called life,
Who knows what theory of life can be...
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Mona Motwani Poem
The Little eyes weep -The world so big,
Considerate about their dreams,
Ignoring little heart’s screams,
Several roads to take, preferred is that of money,
Wild roads taken leads nowhere sunny.
Who we are, no one knows;
Who we’ll be, just the belittled shadows,
Shadows – that follows where the world leads,
So I went sometime Hitting the willows and sometime weeds.
Where is lost, my mere existence?
Darkness took over the shadow in single glance,
Always longed to live, but I never did,
I owe this life, A big bid,
Trapped by light, torn by dark with no way out of the hell,
I have a big sad story to tell.
To make my creative brain shrink,
They gave me healing poison drink,
They taught me to stay happy outside,
And to walk with turmoil deep inside.
Short life, graced with such a short span,
I stood still, just the time ran,
As they executed my mind , took my breathe,
Made my life worst than the death…
They call the scientist- the genius brain,
The artist who created the scientist – the mind gone insane.
Here I m, holding an unknown insight,
A great internal fight,
To turn the unturn, from earth to Saturn,
As an artist, I can create all forms of heaven.
World will move on… I must be my own sarge,
Clearing the dues of happiness in this world,
So as to take the next voyage.
Its amazing what an artist can see....,
how human loves the mystry of death with his open eyes,
And how beautifully he falls in love with life once he is about to die,
I have the power to unleash the mystery,
And to recreate the history,
To see the unseen , and reveal the zest,
I have power, immense, to win the crest…
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Mona Motwani Poem
Don’t know from where to start,
Its all weird darkness in my mind
Its all gloomy in my heart
Enlightenment, would I ever find?
I break into tears,
And watch everything breaking apart,
Its an unknown fear,
It all kills me from within and shatters my heart.
I am not a lier,
I see the things which no one else does,
I feel my thoughts squeezed through fence and wire,
I feel myself walking through great fuss.
Its all messed up
Something in everything.
Its has so much worsen up
Don’t want to do anything but nothing.
I want to quit, but there’s no end,
Neither here nor there
Its always a new begining
And I see it Everywhere.
Its me walking on endless roads
Craving to lose history
With no hopes and no sign boards
Tired of history of victory.
It must end now
This hopelessness
I can't lurk upon
Time costing helplessness
Kick away every expectation,
Causing me death every minute.
Not wasting a second at this station,
Every door of social nonsense i finally shut.
I break the silence rough
I shout to world
Though i am loud enough
But its the deaf world.
Its my life
World doesn’t needs to weep for it
Don’t dare to give me expectation named bribe
This time don’t target me for it....
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Mona Motwani Poem
Deep in the woods, sitting on a solitary rock,
I’m contemplating in the shock,
Searching the curse behind unfortunate events following that very day,
Which led my life into an ocean of plight and dismay....
Tracing it back, to that doomed night,
When I was stress free, so slept tight,
But out of blue, someone knocked at main door, I just ignored,
But knocks went on several times more.
Frustrated, finally opened the door
Just to find, this weird soul...
Face of whom, was covered by straight long hairs
Long wings ascending from his feet bare....
Much like an angel, not so beautiful,
He smirked at me, in manner not-so- cool,
Much to my amusement , he turned back and began to walk,
Bald on backhalf of his head, was another shock.
Before I could ask who he was,
As the whirlwind he flew off.
Since that day I never slept again
Cycle of misfortunes had just began...
I waited desperately every night, by the side of door...
For him to show up, just once more..
Today was that day, one knock at midnight
Without any delay I opened the door,
And he was back within my sight.
I asked who he was,
He said ‘I m opportunity, boss’.
He knocks at every door,
One who welcomes him, is happy and more,
One who ignores, meets life’s sore.
This angel was OPPORTUNITY in disguise, with hidden face,
Can’t be grabbed by bald head,
And cannot stopped for he has winged race.
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Hello,
I am something,
Something with existence but without body,
Some matter but without atomic and subatomic planes,
Like light without photons,
I am an AURA and not an ENERGY,
I am MAHASHHAKTI in Hindi
COSMIC RAY in English.
Today I opened my eyes,
I found myself trapped,
inside a black ball without boundaries.
It is endless and limitless darkness.
Its scary to see nothing around.
When Nothing is around, ‘something- like-me’ is metaphoric demand.
I am an enlightenment trapped in darkness.
I am heading, with great speed into ‘NOTHINGNESS’ – a BLACK space.
I turn back to find my source
And what I saw was...
‘MYSELF EXTENDING INTO INFINITY’
Maybe I came from nothingness,
And am heading for the same,
I am on a journey without a destiny.
May be this nothingness is eternal,
Without a beginning and without end,
May be this is what is called reality
And this reality perhaps is my GOD.
I have been travelling since time immemorial
and I am tired badly,
So badly
That I have started to shatter.
I m loosing my traits but still moving relentlessly.
But what amazes me is,
Pieces of me are creating miracles.
They have started to form masses.
Part of universe has just began to born.
I see some of these masses gathering up into beautiful swirling galaxies.
And it is no longer that dark and lonely.
Universe has began to show colour.
It feels like i was splashed paint from an artist’s brush on the way to strike the black canvas
And now here i am set at the right parts on canvas creating marvellous masterpiece.
The black canvas is coming to life, although slowly.
Centuries have passed,
I am old and now fading away.
I lost most of myself creating this universe,
And only a small piece of me is remaining.
I m close to get disappear .
But before I do so....
Here is my bucket list...
I want to create someone immortal,
Who will continue the process of creations further,
Who can be the god of emotions and life,
The one who can understand and tell his creations about my struggle to become god.
Someone who can convey how helpless was I, without words.
Someone who can tell everyone that it was not easy to be the ‘only one’.
And finally, Someone who can explain to everyone that it was biggest horror to be the 1st one.
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Mona Motwani Poem
Hey little girl!
World warned her,
'bout dangers of the road,
Yet she picked one!
She met the hell,
Met the noise,
Met the yell,
But by her choice!
She stumbled,
She crumbled,
She fumbled,
Yet she chose to walk!
She met the rains,
She met the hails,
But been through draughts,
She took bliss in every storm!
She saw the dreams
Turned into nightmares,
She was a warrior,
And fought them all.
She walked and walked,
It was long and tiring,
Dark and scary,
Road she took,
Was never taken before,
It was her all new venture!
She was guided a lot,
Protected a lot,
Told about dangers of unknown,
But yet here she was...
Dealing by herself,
Not answerable to anyone,
For her roads,
Her wounds and sores,
Were all her very own!
And here she was...
Yet so much happy,
For not being told,
How to be bold,
On long silent roads!
And here she is realising,
How much untouched and pious
have these roads been lately,
Carefree she walks,
Discovering ,the truth of road,
The lies of world,
And the joy of her life!
Now she is...
Unaffected,
Unstoppable,
by anymore noises,
No more vulnerable to world,
She embraces simplicity of roads
Over complexity of other's views!!
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