A step into the real world Putting her first foot forward she hesitates, Though exploring the realms of the unknown excite her, Enthuse her to find her own niche; find for her a new domain, Nostalgia holds her back.
Faraway in the sands of time are etched little footsteps Accompanied by a little shadow An infantile thrill grips her as the waves splash over her feet. The sparkling laughter fills her mind as the memories wash over. When in stories princesses triumphed over evil witches, her little eyes twinkled and slipping her tiny hand in her dad’s she learned how to never let go. At times, the young girl struggled and stumbled her way through the darkness reaching out for a new morn. Along the way, a wisp of brush here and a stroke there she added diverse pastels to her life’s canvas. Suddenly a resplendent butterfly circled around, beckoning her to sprinkle her hues in the world. Take a step into the real world.
I have always had a special interest in reading and eventually writing poetry. Writing, for me somehow has always been the best way of expressing myself. The art of writing and reading gives you this unique and exciting opportunity to communicate with people across different time periods. And what could be better than to have a site dedicated just for that!
Modernity. Technology. Racing head long helter-skelter into the future. Like a runaway train speeding out of control. Historic societal norms breaking apart. What to think, what to believe losing resonance. Explosion of information barraging our senses. Overload. Current institutions clueless
Be it at 9 in the night or 6 in the morning, she is required to quicken her pace, She lives with worry lines that crease her forehead, with fear that clouts her face, She isn’t allowed night outs, parties
God made the world for you and me Let us go travel discover and see Beautiful Oceans,Rivers, and Lakes Deserts, Jungles and Valleys of green Animals of a variety you have never seen Flowers will dance in a fairy way
The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment, For their beauty is their curse; One can not listen to the cry, As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,
In this life, sometimes we face, Steps we have to take, that brings disgrace. Those around you, will point and judge, But if those steps for you, are good, I say, do not budge. For what steps we take, that