Soft Skills Mint

  Can We Hope For Love Eternal   Who knows what's love indeed? An unsullied sentiment – a frugal deed – A tempest of heart – clash of impulses – A fruit of loyalty or a moment's need.   The first flicker of love when you fall Head over heels, and install A brand new heart dancing euphorically, To love and to be loved, breaks down every wall.   The newest glossy blush of crush New me, new earth, everything new Is crushed soon by routine rush, And veils behind grayish hue.   Over the time that just-fell-in-love feeling Evolves, stabilizes, charges, long lasts Delves emotions into healing, Journey is filled with cheer-blasts.   Time flies by when you two are together And crawls like a snail after seeing off. Envy wants to care and be cared; But as trust grows, worries tend to fade.   Love as an amateurish pastime, Prompted by impulse not by rhyme,   Bursts at the loss of a penny, is parted Lik...

  Raindrops   Behold, it’s raining, leisurely, tinkling, Emotions elating with glee – sprinkling Damp drops chorus a lazy pop, a sequins’ arched row With moist hues paint a prismatic rainbow.   These unbiased drops – fine tuned and messed, Pouring alike upon destitute and blessed, Whitewashes the greenery the greener Mystifies against Nature, the beloved schemer.   The earthy scent invites folks at doors to peep Raindrops outside, but insides drown deep. It succeeds to splash thrill all-around, The melody of ‘water-wave' holds them spellbound.

  It’s Not My Thing   On the days darker than winter nights, In the battle of emotions fiercer than armies' fight; I wish the sun of purity would dazzle, For a star isn’t my thing.   My intelligence longs for childlike innocence, My weary breath dreams of indolence; I wish a torrent of verve would gush, For a drizzle isn’t my thing.   Into disgraced ocean of smears, And the woods of undesirable fears; I wish the magma of valiance would erupt,                                            For endurance isn’t my thing.