Category: MicroTales

Moving On

Moving On
Collection: Subtlety
Penned By:  Priti
Concept & Design By: Sumaiya

Transcript:

I buried the pain of past.
To greet one hopeful future.
The polaroids once locked safe.
All are ashes after a burning pyre.

The shoulders once soaked after my tears.
Seem weak and feeble enough.
My stories to certain ears
Are untold now in a pursed cough.

I simmer in my solitude.
I glitter in my gloom.
Like a deep rooted tree,
I spread my confidences to bloom.

The shutters are down to make it dark.
To enjoy the light of self shine.
And I dance like never before.
To the victory and to the defeats of mine.

Little Things

Little Things
Collection: Subtlety
Penned By: Priti
Concept & Design By: Sumaiya, Salina & Tanushree

Transcript

Don’t leave the one who empowers you.
Who agitate the zeal
To achieve something greater
To break the greatest deal

Don’t abandon the one who think good of you.
In this careless crowd
No one has got much time to do
Hence feel blessed. Feel proud.

Stay with the one. Who values your dream.
Lies down with you, in the darkest of nights.
Faces the evil. To make you strong.
To take away all the plights.

Cause the zeal is stronger once you share.
The goodness is longer once you care.
The dreams are more real, once dreamt together.

Puzzled

Puzzled
Collection: Subtlety
Penned By: Shalini
Concept & Design By: Sumaiya

Transcript

I have two fathers in the same man.

On one side, he is the man who has let his daughter fly,
On the other side, he is the one who makes his wife cry.
On one side, he has never shouted at his daughter,
On the other, he argued with his wife and eventually fought her.

On one side, he has never forced his daughter to marry,
On the other side, he tells his wife what to wear or carry.
I can’t call him a male chauvinist,
As he never forced his daughter to cook,
But I can’t call him a feminist either,
As he left his plate which later his wife took.
So now you tell me, what do I name him ?
Feminists for his daughter and misogynist for his wife,
Should I raise my voice or just continue with my life ?

Then tell me, do you face this dilemma too ?
Are you in the same boat as me ?
If yes, then let’s sort out this together,
Or else untangle this piece of puzzle for me !




The Real You

The Real You
Collection: Subtlety
Penned By: Shalini and Roudrav
Concept & Design By: Salina

the real you
the real you

Transcript:


Don’t woo me with the smile of yours that makes you feel alright,
Woo me with the reasons for your crying in the night !!

Don’t woo me with your dumble lifting in the gym as art,
Woo me with the weight you carry being wounded in your heart !!

Don’t woo me with your social circle for whom you are never enough,
Woo me with the count of those  who’ll lift you from the trough !!

Don’t woo me with an image that will be difficult to keep as true,
Woo me with your character which will always stay with you !!


See through my eyes

See through my eyes
Collection: Subtlety
Penned By: Priti
Concept & Design By: Salina


Transcript:

It all is bigger than what you think.
You see love. I see compassion.
And the compromises.
Made for the passion.
You see success.
I see the hands.
The rough the more worked out.
I see the eyes.
The dark the more dream deserted.
You see fame.
I see practice.
The tiring rehearsals.
The sleepless struggles.
You see silence.


I see suffering.
Not having someone to burst out to.
Not having someone to confide into.
You see the World. And it’s people.
I see commotion of emotions.
The desire for feeling loved.
The desire for importance.
And the deprivation of desires.
It’s all sad. And it’s all lonely.
Still we walk. Craving a company.
Still faking the happiness in solitude.
It all is bigger than what you think.



You: The Subject Supreme

You: The Subject Supreme
Collection: Subtlety
Penned By: Roudrav
Concept & Design By: Sumaiya

  • you
  • you

Transcript:


I read, I write, it’s my own choice,
Words on paper are my literary voice.
I see, I write, all figments of the mind,
These are my paintings that one will find.

I hear, I write, not to compete,
Rhyming the ends, feeling the beat.
I trust, I write, to put my views out there,
That’s how my heart with the world I share.

I feel, I write, it’s like my doctor’s cure,
What one reads is what I am, that I do assure.
I think, I write, creating my comfort zone,
Words in my mind never make me feel alone.

Enough about me, let’s talk about You,
It’s You whom the writer credits all through.
All the senses we have are used when we write,
To take in Your creations, to find respite.

Not just letters in sync, not just a flowery line,
You, our subject, we try to make divine.
The mind and soul agree, show no signs of strife,
You become the Poem when words come to life.