An Alien Search - Poem

The Aliens were perlustrating through this perpetual galactic circle,

     Suddenly, a breedle heard from their system, directing them to an unknown enticing globe

their foo fighter comrade peeps through their binocular eyes to that peripheral

     oh! In a blink, they have found some species are rolling on the floor

their mental acquisitiveness makes them seek this obscure philosophy

     as of being possessing an indigenous character within their inner self 

that assist and guide them to conceal their very identity

     AI gear marked to their senses to some innocuous location by their robotic shell

they all are mystified by the pitched dark enclave with groves all over around 

     tied up under the non-concrete surface in the hue shades of brown

and these creatures just got torned up with these immaterial things and weird sounds

     and are looking for some human species for their fact-finding compounds

pocket flash glimpse onto their extraterrestrial face

     Those peeking homo sapiens got petrified dreadfully in a daze

They look so over shrouded with green dermis with so creechy noticeable limb 

posing their 6 pointed fingers and shimmering blue stale eyes with top glowing antenna string

They instantaneously triggered onto their unco dynamic system

     and disappear like a lighting speed in a flick of second in boundless galaxy system

but haphazardly, some unknown traces are left behind in that particular terrain

     by which our great erudite minds will surely make through to uncover this trail

 By

Akshay Gupta

Tags:- Poem, English, An Alien Search, Alien, External

Nostalgic - Poem

Hey, Come here! did you have taken anything from this shelf?

my winsome smile took me at my hiding closet with no anticipated plan

and after getting caught as usual like all other times

I always tend to make her laugh with my comely pleasing smile

those moments of teasing is of my "selfless great pride"

balancing bicycle and life is no so much difficult at that time

singing tone unseasonably makes me flight

those loving moments are so bright and are just perfectly right

craving desire to get surprise gifts is our only world of fancy

leaping on the floor with suitably showing our courtesy so that everyone can able to see

Aditya and Ruby are the only ones who always by my side 

and got me everything reasonably fine

helping me in my every suit, they are like indeed friends of mine

Oh!, I remember

waking me up early has taken place by my 5 minutes in repeat

mom keeps scolding  - oh god what I do with this child "he did not take any heed"

I apprise her, mom don't be so harsh anymore

I count to 3, I win round like ever before

Those fonding memories got me nostalgic at very point of times

want to stick in that life interval, Is growing up really necessary, can you define?

pounding, again and again, I always want to sit underneath in those shielding clouds

magic will surely happen, when you take round inside aloud

By

Akshay Gupta

Tags:- English, Poem, Nostalgia, Nostalgic

The Power of Music - Poem

The reposal air came to my aural

sound seized to my very soul in normal

the dive has taken into some deep thoughts

soothing tone intercept my psyche sort

melody timbre lay of the ecstasy like a blessing in disguise

symphony relieves woe with his saccharine vibes

That moment, dopamine flows like a fluorescent river

glimpse is so blissful it's felt so much close to my heart, my dear

this relieving feel bring calmness to my very soul

the remorseful state of mind gone so far in no time as a whole

the power of music is so gratifying

making this piece of life truly sublime

gracias to all who rejuvenate and caressing this heavenly composition

melding our life with such euphony cognition

By

Akshay Gupta

Tags-: Poem, English, The Power of Music, Music, Song    

Yearning Fruits - Poem

Sustain the adversity

reveal only far-reaching

maintain euphony with ecstasy

maturate spirituality

thrive kernel

like a knight

aggrandize thou

aid the nonconformity

be hankered like unprecedented

overlook spurious

be candid

to yearn the fruits

By

Akshay Gupta

 Tags: English, Poem, Yearning Fruits

The Shrieking Elephant - Poem

I am 

in the state of misery

I think I am being assaulted,

by some unknown.

I was just feeding my baby,

can someone tell me,

what was my fault?

gasping for breath every minute

the twain of me

exhaling heavily,

in the sinking tone.

I feel like my body is maiming,

and oh my god!

someone save my baby,

and bring him alive

my burning skin weakening me,

I am losing my tonne.

I don't know what had happened,

by eating that pineapple cone

In any moment

I could die

please save my child

I sigh in the moan

By

Akshay Gupta

Tags: English, Poem, The Shrieking Elephant, Mother Elephant

The Forest - Poem

Unbounded 
by bestial 

enclosed 
by undergrowth

maintaining 
tranquil

swathe
 by frondescence

beckoning
 fringed leaves

prosody
 warbler 

and

the lull eventide

now and again 
squally clime

unsoiled 
ambiance

"We"
"The Forest"

"the everlasting perpetuity"

By 

Akshay Gupta

Summary :

I "The forest" spreading my arm broadly bearing no borderline for my creature's livelihood covering myself with enchanting shrubs and trees maintaining a total calm and peaceful domain with no disturbance pertaining to nature's breath having boundaries with scenic greenery beauty where fiber green leaves gesturing in leisure encouraging abounding lives. The proverbing poetic rhythm that has been sparkled here to appraise how the chirping birds singing in melody with soothing tunes escalating happiness all over around but as you all know that in the night, I used to sleep in total stillness in the silence of the night and some time or say frequently, I being showered with the downpour of rains with swift breezes making my aura truly sublime. So, "WE" is indicating my whole family contentedly living under my protective roof reflecting myself "The forest" with my everlasting eternity going on and on and on.

Tags: English, Poem, The Forest, Tree

The Art of living - Poem

"Welcome"

I came to know about you

believe me, there is a lot of things inside you,

that can surprise you.

point of view to this life journey,

will shape you to its length

but what's the point of this life!

I tell you, my friend,

all everyone knows about happiness, but

do you what is sheer happiness?

and from where it will come through!

maybe it is taking nap inside you 

oh! 

then hearken me

nothing is permanent here

what is "now" is your living but

what makes humans in the situation of sanity?

I would say just take the halt from,

meddling in immaterial things,

which bothers you.

false lies are everywhere

but the truth is inside you

nurture that art,

recreate the journey with every good start.

every life part is not timeless

but priority takes it all

grab right sight of yours,

light it's with your own self vibes,

 and says it all.

everything is undone,

if it is poured without your wholesome efforts.

cover the strap,

with all your mirthful heart,

so that's to be considered

unseen, blindfolded words,

will always mystify you.

when knowledge is there,

everything is clear in or another way

my dear.

An art of living is only been there

where both mind and soul blend with eath other.

now I hope some fragments are clear to some extent,

adding this beautiful part into my life segment.

and so I like this to be"penned".

"Thank you"

By

Akshay Gupta

Tags: English, Poem, The Art of Living