When a thought is created,
It leaves an impact fated.
The heart follows as mandated,
Emotions are then generated.
Based on those feelings,
Behavioural pattern changes.
Between bleeding and healing,
This mortal outrage ranges.
I wish I could lock away,
My tremulous mind, for once.
And let not these monsters sway
my bliss of a thousand defiant suns.
Copyright © Sneha Narayanan
Beauty is not when you look your best,
Beauty is when you give your best,
Your success and physical appearance may fade,
But your inner beauty shines through the facade,
Beauty is a reflection of your soul,
Compassion and benevolence makes it whole.
Inner beauty enthrals and charms,
It has a unique character ; More than its presence, it’s absence is felt.
P.S- This poem has been penned by me . Please do not use it without permission.