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Australian songbird Blue Wren Uses secret passwords As an identification to their offspring’s. The fact is that the mother bird teaches The chicks when still in egg form A special song that they remember When they are born. When one
Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry
I truly love Canada always my home though if I could this planet I’d roam India fascinates me chaos and all China’s a mystery that long friggin’ wall Cuba’s resilient they keep trudging on more than paid for their sin
Tan riding pants, old big strong leather boots, Wears the man who sits staring at ashes and coals, A look of confusion, of loss and of grief, Written on his face for generations to come. Barren ground, in a drought
Im in a bar, not just any bar, a magical place that takes me any place. A couple of stellas and I’m starting to think wouldn’t it be great to go to Australia and actually not think. The banter,the bollocks
Swamy consented to give interview to an Australian team of six men None of them expected such a stunning miracle that awaited, then Swamy outlined at the outset oscillating health of the mother of one of them Who too nodded
She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: ‘With this heart I Thee wed! ‘.
Indeed if I play the victim can’t feign but it’s a fact Balance forever skewed short changed not exact Deprived of a fair share in an equitable level field In situations near similar had always but me yield Moments utter
A distraught moon takes a misstep and goes behind the hill to take a holy bath. Disconnects with a trespasser and sends to night, a bouquet of stars with muffled prayers. Shades of lies haunt, in flames of faith. A
I see building blocks ferociously multiplying around me. Into people, places, things An ongoing chaos of nothingness I am standing still, witnessing vacuum Trying to breathe in this noisy ensemble One sigh at a time. Dumb charades, my favourite childhood
Shadows danced along the sea. Inviting. To move with the currents. While the waves unfold Seducing. To sing with the screams of the ground Beating hearts rolling out. Like love. It felt like one. But the risks are quite painful.
Words and ideas can change the world! Yes,you gave us this hope. You gave voice to many of the dilemmas that churned in my mind. Day after day, night after night. But, one August morning, Not so august, though; Came
When I was borne my mother passed away and one day father also left the hut leaving me alone and my destiny was now homeless, helpless and orphan vagabond I was now roaming around the road and streets in search
The flowing water from up-streams Carried my hopes towards the sea On currents, swift, bundled my dreams To float like branch that has broke free As trickles that started from brooks Like small things from which greats begin, They gathered
Allow his thoughts to enter your mind, Allow his feelings to merge with yours; Allow his emotions to mingle with yours; Allow his soul to be one with you. So what he is much much younger to you, So what
Though every country in the world has freedom I don’t feel we are very free No, not the richest or the poorest, not anybody Bound by chains we may or may not see No, we haven’t yet escaped slavery, Why,
They’re playing jazz in Leavenworth, ersatz Bavarian tourist trap of Washington State, a brittle-fingered quartet sentenced to the cellar of a failed Bierpalast fake snow sweating down the cinder block walls. the musicians don’t care; music coats their stomachs extra
To act ceaselessly ordained, By reactions inevitably chained, Karmic Wheel relentlessly turns, Fruits it haplessly churns, To rebirth, in new cycle to return. One his Truth who Knows, Neither as actor nor action, Neti, neti as the Sages said, Mere
A tiny drop of tear Washes away my fear Enlightens my heart with hope Encourages me towards the Lords’ rope Eyes shedding the waters Drops,tip top and the cheeks wet Somewhere,in me,the pain rattles I confuse people with this rain
All my walls are taken down, Nothing but little pieces of rubble, And I try to pick them up, But I fall down myself in a puddle; A puddle of hatred, of ribbing I’m broken and completely inside, I’m stupid,
Years from now I’ll remember this day The time I tried to write about you and didn’t know what to say There are thousands of thoughts running through my mind Finding the one that describes you completely is what’s hard
What makes you really happy? Happiness is so subjective to what is in our hearts That some say it is going to see the Great Canyons or a necklace made of pearls Yet to others it is driving a Lamborghini
In touch with my inner feelings, The emotions of loving and being loved, Spanning from admiration to adulation, Reflecting all diversity of love, With a silent glance, Eyes speaking volumes. A gentle whispering kiss, I flap my wings to soar,
The mysterious rival: suffering of resignation. I am reading myself for the surrealism of life, juxtaposition of love and hate. Another blast went off. White rose and black rose in the same garland; ruins of truth were older than lies.
Words have power to light fires of passion in the soul, making unsaid words waltz in unison of the hearts. Words are breath of life, a narrow line between, the real and declared, within one’s awareness of subtle meanings. Words
I am jealous of my fellow poets They get comments, favorites, and votes Yes, it’s true…I am no Truman Capote I have written about loss, love and depression Writing has lead to my mental decompression I have poured out my
In hours of desolation, rue and despair Helps nothing except a heartfelt prayer Incessant teardrops of guilt and shame Might from hell’s list remove my name As kneel I down to my Lord so clement My hands of their heinous
People took pictures of each other Just to prove that they loved one another Just to prove that they really existed People take pictures of themselves Just to prove that they’re happy with themselves Just to prove that they’re really
Take time, To stop for a while, look around you, look at this beautiful world. Take some time, to be free, from this hectic life, and to enjoy the scenery. Where you are, might be the place, which you had
Room full of candles, crystals and paintings Well and this one is my little masterpiece… Deja vu in my silver and black I am pulled Back in a flash like lightning from out of the Midnight blue to a certain
There‘s no power strong enough to halt this motion Thus, the universe, hinged upon a transient axis in her cosmos plane, spin and revolves in an infinite motion But not moving forward, thus days and years were born All substances