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We live, we learn, We love, we care. In the process of learning, We make mistakes again and again. But then from these mistakes we learn again. In the journey of life, we fall, But then we rise Even if
Unfettered for a little while, I was catching the sleep visitor. It hurts when the dream ends and a poem starts. An eucalyptus, drinking lots of water, throwing the aroma incensing the air, I pick up the fallen seeds of
Tell me not to turn the page… it’s the distress that made me strong, it’s the distance that taught me to long. It’s the lies that taught me to nurture the truth, it’s the exploitation that gave me the courage
Their gossip is a debauched addiction, Aided by an imagination, so absurd… The borders amid actuality and fiction; Whizzes away, swift as an agile bird! They are uncaring for infliction caused, Or for the aftermath of tears and turmoil… For
You were broken down and I was bitter trying to find the answers but I still remained a sinner your pain was my game my mistakes were the chains sticking to your heart tighter than the veins I scream I
Divide & rule is a common act in our nations, They say politics is a dirt game, though every day we experience politics, Allocation of resources been major politics, It’s a horrifying reality but we have politicians & voters, Lisa
Freedom an aftermath of martyrdom,a mark of remembrance, A status of solace to be free from heartrending surveillance. But, Jasmine, the fallen pleasure on the road dust Stares at me with a plea to lift her tenderly, To save her
Have you tasted the silk in the pit of snakes? Exit was not in my fate. Winter was kissing my toes and spring was blooming down in my estranged poems. You don’t feel like to wake up for ingrained disbelief.
An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion in northern England on 22nd May 2017 killing at least 22 people and injuring many there was a massive flash and then a bang and smoke all around hundreds of people
After the weep there was blankness, then he started playing with fire for existence, of a rain which refused to shower. It was a fierce night of a hidden drought. A lethal dose of amnesia dissipates the calmness of a
And when it rains all of a sudden Water seeps through skin and soul I feel the droplets in my veins A shivering, drenched, shattered whole Something is wrong, somewhere for sure An abrupt pain, I can’t endure The gaps
Prescription for happiness Aspire to reach your potential Believe in yourself Create a good life Dream about what you might become Exercise daily Forgive honest mistake Glorify the creative spirit Humour yourself and others Imagine great things Joyfully live each
I miss you in the vacuum that was once you. In the stillness of a cemetry afternoon. In the dinner table, with an empty seat. In family photographs, now incomplete. In my husband-to-be, In the grandchildren you did not see.
This world has left you hurt, Your heart bruised and battered. Love was quickly taken away, like you never mattered. It’s hard to trust, it’s hard to love The anger and rage in you grew. To think back on all
In your arms I find the heavenly solace; In your embrace I find my sanctity. In your two eyes lie my universal happiness; In your heart lies my vanity. Your touch ignites the passion of love; Your words make my
Dare to question madness, valiant, ever courageous, interrogate absurdity, what you find vexatious. Never refuse to face unyielding resistance, stay true to your beliefs, remain ever consistent. If there is a price to pay for the right of knowledge, and
The lines she wrote still linger in my mind, So full of care, caress and sweet regard, That when I sleep, in dreams, I still would find, Those very rhymes from such a lovely bard; The words though parted by
Reticent were moon, sky and birds. A pall of gloom spread on the trees. Stoically I rode on the wings of pain, to watch the descending values. A timeless truth separates the charm from lies, and I long for the
Measuring mantra to the drops falling from tap a visitor to the abode of Khwaja suffers pushes from the crowd and yet remains thirsty: the Khadim promises prayers Gharib Nawaz feeds the soul he returns to the Sun City through
To those profound little eyes every gesture espy, The tiny mind suspects all odd Alike little Alex was, with his ceaseless questions, Made people go “Oh my god” Tossing his schoolbag, rushing towards the kitchen, That day Alex asked ‘Mom,
A flight of inspiration, An art of imagination… It is a Kite of hopes That light up the lamps of lives ! Like a chariot of ‘Venus’ Drawn from horizon to horizon; Like ‘Jove’ the Swan Flies from earth to
Anti-howling receives the deserter. There was a mass breast-beating without any noise. The pugnacious jaw drops. Shows a frail sensitivity to tormented values – of invisible mirrors, shutting down the wolf’s face. An ancient spider jumps on your bronzed ego.
To many drugs! Yes, I said to many freaking drugs! As I once thought you could never do enough, But now my whole world is completely and utterly messed up, Where I’m nearly forced to say that, yes, enough is
The wine the wine it tastes so divine… The world is our oyster with pearls before swine… The laughter and rejoicing in everyone’s mind… The food is as fulfilling as times are so fine… The moon is full as my
On this earth’s breadth and width So many reside. All live, and die. Some brief, some bold. The history of humanity; God’s manuscript! The good, bad, and some extremely sad. Heroes, villains, and victims; Stories of ordinary, and extraordinary He