About days, when heart is alone..
Familiar faces but the soul is unknown.. The voice is unheard, Albeit it is loud, since I thronged by an extensive crowd..
About days, when home is Abode
Moments are time and path is road. Wings of desire gets crushed by foe O’ My niche is shattered in a bit of a blow.
About Nights, sleepless and weepy
A bane in life, an imperfect graffiti Still I dream and weave fairy-tale In a Zeal to chase joy from a life which is stale
About days, when sun shines bright
Birds chirping breaks my night Fly high with faith and belief O my love is back and my LIFE is Leif. Innovative thoughts Dream Famous poetic thoughts retold on Joy Short Poems on Struggle
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John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
To search you I am burning my wheels. Put your hands on my shoulders for opening the book. To read the message between the words. When the time comes I want you to smear my ashes on the stones of
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.
What is life I wonder? What’s the purpose of my existence? How did we all come to life? And how was it all even created? As a child I rummaged my brain for answers but could find none And I
Who am I, without the presence of my father? Who am I, without the support of my father? Who am I, without the mercy of my father? I am nothing, without the love of my father. All that I am,