The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

Dear Sushant Singh Rajput, If you are watching your fandom, From wherever you are, I can picture you smiling with tears in your eyes, But please let me interrupt you for a while. Dear Sushant, First of all, I would make it clear, I'm sorry, but I hope you understand, I'm definitely not and was not your fan, But I would raise my pen on behalf of my friends. Dear Sushant, I do not know the cause of your deadly plan, But I do understand, the pressure and your pain, I apologize on behalf, of all the ears gone deaf, When you needed them, now we are all too late. Dear Sushant, If you are watching, people mourn for your fate, Only you know what's true and what's fake, Sir what darkness you saw that day, But maybe you see the light today. Dear Sushant, This morning I read about you, on the internet, I felt something familiar, cause I am the same, NASA was our dream, only you were fortunate, Maybe our dreams alone, won...

If only we knew, The weight relived by the clouds, After the rain, Belonged to the Earth, borrowed for a day. If only we knew, How the Lotus never, Absorbs a drop of water, That flows in the lake. If only we knew, A mother never complains, About her pains and aches, But worked her way out of the day. If only we knew, A poet swims into your pain, Owns it and drowns, not in vain, She returns with words, that flows this way. We would never judge or criticize, A poet rhyming, YOUR joy and pain, Like her own,  Tricking the world, with her ink pen. -Natalya Ludwick-

The stars shine, Cause the sky is dark, The sky cries, To give relief to the clouds. The rain falls, To nourish the Earth, The beings live, As long as they can work. Honey, when you cry, Remember the clouds, Honey, when it's dark, Search for the stars. Honey, when your heart bleeds, Remember life's good deeds, Honey, when you can't go on, Take a break, look how far you've come. Honey, when your hard choice,  Is haunting between humble and pride, Remember your trying times, Never forget the value of a smile. Honey, when I'm gone, To the next chapter alone, Don't let your heart be a stone, I tried my best, but you made me go. Honey, one advice, before I go, This beautiful Earth, is a wonderful globe, There's a purpose, this life is quick or slow, Your purpose in life, is the hidden glow. -Natalya Ludwick-

If the time, the Sun chose to rise, Is not called day, then what is it? If the time, the Sun chose to set, Is not called evening, then what is it? If man didn't, destroy Earth, Then who did it? If words didn't break your heart, Then what did it? If the stars don't twinkle, Who does it? But if a ghost don't haunt, Humans will definitely do it. If you didn't mark time, Who did it? If you didn't watch him on the sly, Who did it? If you didn't build up your bad name, Then who did it? If my words weren't correct and sharp, Why get affected by it? If you didn't try showing off around him, Who did it? If you weren't damn dramatic, Whose drama is it? If I'm tired of your drama, What should I do with it? If I know you are wrong, Why support you with it? You with a husband, begging a boy’s attention, Why are you doing it? If you don't call that flirting, What do y...

A red, metal heart, A rare smile, Mean words, Those proud eyes. He ruins my day, He screams for lies, Alone he should live, They added to my mind. There I was standing, From a distance, he permits, Their words, still hard to believe, So, I paused, before I rhymed. The tug of war, in my mind, On one end their words, On the other, my inner voice, Reigned as they stole, my sleep every night. That day, facing the day light, I quietly observed, sharpening my sight, As I stepped close, the heart was bright, What happened next, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Yes, that heart was of silver metal, Covered with blood, so precious, Not coated, but pierced, With sharp swords, of love and fear. As I observed close, I see it’s severe, They need to be pulled out, one by one, And stitched carefully, with nothing but love, I didn’t know how to react, when you proved what I found. I wish I could tell you, I sneaked in and out, ...

Obeying the rules of quarantine, Seated on my roof top, To enjoy the beauty, I quietly sat on a wooden chair, Towards my left, I watched the streets, The roads were bare, But the birds, flew freely in the air. The cuckoo of a Koel, Was heard from my right, He looks like a crow, With dark red eyes, The squirrels ran, From branch to branch, Butterflies flew, Decorating my view. Along with this, I began to dream, Of my future, And of course, of you, Don't blame me my dear, But when I think of you, I know I am very inquisitive, To know our future, to get to know you. As I sit, I wonder, When will we meet, As I sit, I wonder, How will we meet, My dear, I prefer, If we find ourselves, And my parents; your in-laws, They too prefer the same. I wonder, will you hold my hand, As I dream, I wonder, will you cheer, When I succeed, I'm impatient, to know, Your passions, your hobbies, I'm impatient, ...

  A precious necklace, covering her neck, A thorn piercing her heart, again and again, A pearl covering, her ocean blue eyes, Her knees touched, the rough ground. Her white skin, dressed up in red, Her figures rushed, like a wiper in the rain, Her sobbing reigned, like an express train, With a deep breath she said, it's okay, it's okay. Once again, she heard the beep, With trembling hands, she reached out to see, "Mom, I miss you, I'm sorry I was mean", Her pearls dropped faster; she could not resist. Running away, from the patients in her ward, Taking away her mask, soaked in tear drops, She cried out a loud, "Help me my Lord", In no time she heard, "Dear Hero, Be Strong". -Natalya Ludwick-

Through the storm, We tend to reform, As the storm reigns for too long, We look for peace within us. Through the rain, On the muddy grounds, Dancing, on a rose yard, Until we step, on a rose thorn. Under the hot blazing sun, We travel around, the world for fun, With Camera clicks, louder than guns, To save our skin, there's a lot that's done. While we watch, the waves splash, On the tough rocks, fearlessly crash, Kissing our feet, as they go back, By the Encyclopedia called Nature, My heart is dragged. -Natalya Ludwick-

Mankind have paused, In fear of an organism, To the eye, invisible, To destroy, infeasible. Mankind have paused, Cause death is unacceptable, To the heart, unbearable, To the mind, troublesome. Mankind have paused, With invisible tears unexplainable, The greatest of the living, but mortal, Who belongs to the father, immortal. Mankind I pause, Cause what can I say, We never know, if I'm the next prey, Until we overcome this someday, Mankind, kneel down to the Almighty, Together let's pray. -Natalya Ludwick-

Hi, I know, I'm late, But better late than never, So here I go. Since our day is not TODAY, I think you need reasons, For my DELAY, I mean even the once among us, WOMEN. So yes, I'll be honest, Firstly, I forgot that we had a day, Secondly, I was not bothered to raise my pen, Why? Cause everybody was there to appreciate. So what made me write about it today? Actually, I can explain, Let's start with my first excuse, If you are Okay? As a young woman, Or shall I correct it as Lady? It sounds more classy and polite, That's my opinion, you are free to have yours. So, yes coming back to giving excuses, I forgot, cause I was busy, Yes, very busy on a holiday, I was busy worrying about my career development, I was busy, worrying about my future, Cause, I'm single, I was busy, worrying about further education, Cause, this is the age to complete. Yes yes yes, I was worried, and still I am, Cause they force me to worry, They say, as a GIRL, I need to earn while I'm not y...

Dear Mr. Darcy,  I thought you should know, This world is fake, Try to see, a little bit more, Than what they show, You'll see there's a huge change. Dear Mr. Darcy, I thought you should know, How my heart disobeys, Even though I moved, to a different floor, If only you knew, the magnitude of this pain, But how? I never leave a trace. Dear Mr. Darcy, I thought you should know, When I felt that you've walked away, My heart cried, and left no trace, There's no tear drop, you'll see on my face, But a smile, that only turn my eyes red. Dear Mr. Darcy, I thought you should know, I pretend, I don't care anymore, When I see you, my heart beats a little slow, When I hear your name, I step on an icy road, Weirdly my heart is under your control. Dear Mr. Darcy, I thought you should know, If in case, your mind has changed, I swear, I was true to you, for sure, For your grand arrival, I patiently stayed as...

Dear Mr. Darcy, There's bridges, that needs burning lately, I wonder, should I burn them at once or slowly, Being hurt once is better, obviously, But being hurt too much, at once, is risky. Dear Mr. Darcy, I don't feel the pain, of this wound inside me, Nor the odor, distracts me, The scar looks like, an usual part of me, That's how much, the delay in the burn, hurts me. Dear Mr. Darcy, I stand at the edge of the bridges, I've soaked them with petrol, In my hand a burning candle, I stepped out, leaving my sandals. Dear Mr. Darcy, I left everything, that touched my hassle, I burnt all at once, yes this heart is stubborn, But Dear Mr. Darcy, the bridge between us, Is made of Pure Diamonds.... -Natalya Ludwick-

Papa, I've never cried, so hard in my life, I've never cried, this long in my life, I've never thought, of ending a cry, I've never known, sorrow has no time line. Papa, I tell myself, be strong, Cause I have to accept, that you are gone, No body can help me, life has to go on, I can tell it to myself, but papa, it's hard. Papa, I neglected, my blog for a while, I missed her, and Mr. Darcy's smile, But I couldn't write, a single line, This unexplainable sorrow, I felt for the very first time. Papa, I seem to be alright, That's what I should show, to the world outside, But Papa, this burning larva inside, Burns my eyes, and sends down tears, every night. Papa, there's a lot, that I need to write, But the keys are damp, they too might cry, Maybe not for the words, I write, But I don't want my tears, to soak their eyes. Papa, this picture, was clicked that day, Uncle clicked it, cause I'll...

Yes, the pages, of my diary, Has been empty, lately, Not because, my mind is empty, But because, it's too noisy, I don't hear, a single word, clearly. Yes, the pages, of my diary, Are soaked, with salty water, frequently, Not because, I've forgotten, my vocabulary, But because, of my tear drop's vanity, I don't find, a single word, to beat it's quality. Yes, the pages, of my diary, Got maroon stains, they were red previously, Not because, I painted them, happily, But because, my heart cried out, this tragedy, I don't find, a single color, that explains so brilliantly. Yes, the pages, of my diary, Has gone wordless, there's no clarity, Not because, my mind has, gone crazy, But because, she wonder, cluelessly, I don't find, a single thing, better than an ink free diary.... -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

I've felt pain, a million times, I've cried, oceans, that covers miles, Coming out strong, with a fake smile, I was tame, when my tears dried. I've been shocked, by thunder strikes, I've sat quietly, in tears, while I let time fly, Getting back on my feet, I realized, It was just a chapter, in my book of life. I've lost, when I thought, the win was mine, I've knelt down, with a blur vision, as I chant why, Lifting my eyes, I saw beauty, in the sky, Though the victory shine, it was about to ignite. I've reacted to situations, each and every time, But this pain, shock and loss, that's about to collide, Have locked me up, I know, I'm sad inside, But I'm locked, in a haunted house, they've switched off the lights. There was pain but no tears, when cookie said goodbye, I've failed, to convert my pain, into tears this time, I'm annoyed, I want them to be punished, for their crime, I di...

Dear Mr. Darcy, It's me again, The one who writes, To you everyday, I'm sorry,  I'm unable, to post them, daily. Dear Mr. Darcy, This season, I learn, While I'm trapped, in an iron fence, Life goes on, while I helplessly stay, I'm worried, a loved one,  In my family, would bid farewell. Dear Mr. Darcy, I've not heard, from you, for a while, As life goes on, I hope, you continue to shine, Have you, forgotten me? and if it's so, It's alright, throw my letters, to the flames, Your expanding kingdom, in my heart, is safe. Dear Mr. Darcy, To save my blog, From been renamed, Is it alright, If I write to you, Within short breaks? Dear Mr. Darcy, In this life's voyage, There's lessons, to learn, everyday, One lesson, I share, with you today, We complete, just one course, During our stay. Dear Mr. Darcy, What's in my heart, I wish, I could say, More clearly, someday, Bu...

From a distance I see, She stands, at the edge, With a hopeless face, To the world, she wish,  To bid farewell, Maybe I should talk, To her heart, She might breathe,  For another day,  If I help. Just below, I see, On the bumpy hill, They are having fun, As if they are mentally ill, With the highest speed, They could ever reach, They are about to crash, Maybe I'll signal them, They might not get hurt, If I help. A colorful bush, A flower bed, Bird songs reigned, As they build their nest, The evil hiss, to be heard, But quietness instead, As it observes, it's prey, Maybe I should, chase it away, They'll continue to sing, If I help. Seated on the branch, As the tree stands tall, Observing the surrounding, Like a ghost, after its death, I hear, a loud voice say, Whenever, I go out of my way, To save a smile, In no time, they make me regret, But Lord, they did worse to you, So who am I, t...

The sun goes down, But it’s light, Surely returns, With the moon. The fruits fall off, But it’s seeds, Graciously multiplies, With the trees, they grow. Tear drops fall, Purifying the eye, To heal the heart, Who wish, to stop at times. Rain drops fall, Releasing the weight, Of the heavy sky, To give life, to the ground that's dry. On my knees I fall, A sobbing soul, with bleeding eyes, Lying on a bed, of rose thorns, A crushed heart in my palms, Like a puzzle, impossible to combine. To rise back up, And walk in a path, Filled with beautiful roses, That delights, my heart. Stronger than ever, In the arms, of My Jesus, Experiencing, the greatest,  Love of my life. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Isolated? hmm, they all disappear, Of course, the coast, was very clear, Better than your? you have no clue, But fortunately, that voice, I did hear. Your words echoed, at a stretch, in my ear, Change, is for sure, what we all fear, My clueless heart, agreed with you, She seems to be, too stubborn, this year. She's gone crazy, this is, so severe, To fall for you, she does, volunteer, I fail to fight, the love glue, I'm glad, you don't, sneak peak in here. Imagine, he reads, what's hidden here, I slapped her, pump blood, don't interfere, I underestimated, everything else she can do, Here comes, her army, she's the brigadier. She chained me, on to, the chandelier, Everything she wrote, I read, in fear, Aiming her head, I threw, my shoe, Now I'll hide her, in my blog, right here. This is how she began, to write in sincere, That unexpected hour, In my favorite color, Out of the blue, You did appear, ...

Do not doubt it, I am a Swiftie, I know the importance, of the number thirteen, I wish I could throw it, to the deep sea, Cause it's lucky for her, but not for me, She's gifted, and thirteen, she doesn’t need. Passing by that day, increasing my speed, I heard that voice, for the first time, clearly, It was her birthday, I did feel happy, But a month later, they drowned me, in water, That did not, at least, reach my knees. Stepping in that day, obeying the command, Closer to the stars, but farther from the land, It was packed and crowded, like it never had, I felt the need, of a helping hand, A caring heart, only to understand. Things went worse, on my return, A lonely house, instead of my home, The silent cry, from a heart that burn, Thunder struck our minds, going from bad to worse,   The loudest noise, I've ever heard. In the rush, falls a tear, for the camels gone rotten, With troubles of their own, the world has for...

Each morning, before, the sun rise, Stepping, into a, fairy tale, On a white rock, by the wishing well, I drop a coin, I wish and wish, and again. Each morning, before, breakfast was served, Listening, to gossips, of the world, With doubts, I run, to the wishing well, To drop a coin, and wish and wish, and again. Each morning, before, I step out for work, Wondering, if, it remembers, Just to make sure, back to the wishing well, I drop a coin, I wish and wish, and again. Each afternoon, as, I sit among friends, Through the joy, we, exchange, My heart runs back, to the wishing well, To drop a coin, and wish and wish, and again. Returning back, when, the moon waves, There's no time, Mr. Moon, I might be late, Looking down, into, the wishing well, I drop a coin, and wish and wish, and again. On the day off, through the dew, sun and chills, Living, in an, endless fairy tale, With feet, that are barely felt, by the wishing well, ...

Lifeless, I'm falling off a cliff, Breathless, I'm drowning in the sea, Speechless, am I a baby, fallen asleep? No, I'm standing steadily, as I breathe. Shivering, I'm in an ice machine, Smiling, I'm happy, I see, Gone red, have someone slapped me? No, I'm seated, staring at the screen. Childish, this can't be me, Where's that pride, for sure, this isn't me, Dumb, no no it's not me, Yes, these happen, but this can't be me. Staring at the mirror, I speak, Easy easy, look at me, Breathe, breathe and again breathe, I'm totally fine, but ohhhhh, passing by, heart please. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

It's the beginning, of a new year, A new decade, with the old us, With minds, filled with rust, Hearts, torn apart, And the same old confusions, Dear Mr. Darcy. I start a new centenary, With my rhymes, And thoughts, that haunt, Would you mind, If I continue to write, to you, Dear Mr. Darcy. The journey starts, On an isolated path, With dreams, that light, My heart, with joy, Maybe, I'll join you, along the way, Dear Mr. Darcy. I've roamed too far, Crawled, when I can't, Smiled, with a broken heart, Stayed strong, ran fast, Just, to kneel down and cry, Dear Mr. Darcy. A considerable, space, In my, mild heart, Is occupied by you, Is it alright, If it remains the same, forever, Dear Mr. Darcy. One thing I hate, Is to be a pain, If I was so, to you, Please forgive me, I assure, never again, will I be a pain, Dear Mr. Darcy. Along with this been said, Maybe, until someday again, ...

Things are about to change slightly, Cause we've traveled for 45 weeks, And reached a century, So, here's the journey, we began with poetry. We've stepped, into the burning hearts, We've dived deep, into wondrous thoughts, In the night sky we flew, hunting for beauty in the dark, Together we cried, together we laughed. The roses that grows, deep down in my heart, Was shown to her, while life was falling apart, She felt the pain, from the thorns, Together we wrote, to the world, we wrote to God. We've seen flowers trampled, not knowing their worth, It's wondrous to see, their re-birth, We've seen, the incredible powers, Hidden in the heart, of the softest flowers. There was beauty in the sky, with the setting sun, Darkness reigned, when the moon refused to come, But to admire, the beauty of fairy lights, We had to enter, the darkest night. We've tasted, bitter tears of the world, Confusing thoughts,...