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Birds levitate and are airborne, Flapping wings soaring to the highest stratosphere, Flying into the blue yonder, Over snowcapped mountains, abutting the clouds, Flying, gliding, landing, so sublime Perching themselves in the tiny gap between other birds on a cable
A string of colours attached together What a captivating and lovely sight To those eyes who see them as blissful oceans rivers and seas But not to those eyes who know the truth As the truth is not always the
Temptation- Part One Its evening and I’ve finished my class. I run through stairs, pass by corridors, And brisk walk down the lane. A dancer swaying in the peak hour trance. I reach the station, no intention to miss the
Dream the dreams that once had tip-toed softly through your sleep Dream of the immeasurable, so silent and so deep, Believe in the impossible, yet be prepared to doubt Your whispers are just dreams of night that haven’t learned to
(Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed on an equal or greater benefit. Napoleon Hill) For him the moments in life appeared to standstill, everything seemed happy and went according to his will. There was beauty
Why must you lure me so? You bewitching jewel, your radiant skin is only matched by the glint in your eyes. Your hair cascades down your shoulders with More conviction than the most splendid waterfall, But after all this, do
It was so sweet, so alluring, Mysteriously attractive, seducing. I was mesmerized, so hypnotizing. Your voice truly a heart captivating. The way you sing my favorite song, you are worth listening. The way you gently close your eyes and utter
About Book Veeransh is a book of Urdu/Hindustani poetry that puts forth powerful facets of human sensibility. Each poem makes one ponder over the inherent honesty that is often overlooked in the chaos of life. Artfully segregated into sher, ghazal,
Yet be another dawn as pristine and pure With captivating awe and everlasting allure Sun rise once again same as since before Exuding perfect glory to behold and adore Stray clouds wafting free spirited unbound Casting soft shadows on perfect
Love is super, love is supreme, love is an ever flowing captivating stream. Love is forgiving, love is so kind, love can be sweeter than the finest of wines. True love will stand the test of time. Love is Divine.
Two score years down the ages, the day was just like the one before; the Sun rose in a solemn brilliance just like the day before, but with a peculiar aura: beaming with an infectious brilliance Thus attracting everyone and
“I am pure blue-blood”, said he, “as pure as it can get.” of the tall, fair, handsome varieties. Twice over I despised him but managed but a smile, as he deviously managed to convey his derision for us darker-skinned commoners.
I go to work to keep sane, The youth loathe me in my face. Aloof, I display a character of experience, Of Poise, of dignity and inflicted disgrace! My mirror welcomes me home silently, I caress my dry lips with
What really matters? Questions with no answers! Rules with no questions; Tyranny of the “righteousness”! What is right or wrong? Better go ‘left’ & strong? Yet lost and confused, Crossroads aplenty, myriad. Participate or get lost, Disagree and be an
‘O Rana¹’ The odds are heavy The match is five to one Or may be more Our enemies united For our annihilation And knock like Ocean waves At our doorsteps Surrounded From all sides We are With no help coming
Here I stand, on the land where you wish me to dig my own grave with few seeds in my clenched fists hiding them from your glance Watching you write on my gravestone a name you gave me, ‘Frailty’, though
Silence It’s only when they can’t see, That’s when the tears runs heavy. In the silence i make no sound Though everyone is around. It’s goes on for hours into the next day And the tears still flow anyway I
Tick tock goes the clock or does it now could just be an illusion in a world of confusion in a man-made world built on lies don’t you just wish you could disappear through a door somewhere to another world
A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman, Kornfeld, and Lang Was originally supposed be a three-day music festival, and up it sprang But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled With
I wonder, sometimes, why it is a fact, A gifted, handsome man should be alone. My iambic pentameter’s intact, And yet I tend to lyric on my own. Alliteration alienates romance. The ladies scorn my struggle with cliché They scoff,
Our race against extinction. We all come from the same cradle. Though we think ourselves mature. Our childish and petty ways are truly obscene. We are products of our environment, fine tuned to fit the scene. Some are black with
You are peeling me off like a crab. Time has sunk very low. For the hungry kids who was growing crab apples? Creating art, arriving between the pubes. A microfossil roosting within me. I could live without oxygen. Incandescent, the
Inspiration, a nest of love, robust, tough, and polite, the queen of queens, and its only right, yet I feel wrong, for in this life, I was not able to treat you right, all the diamonds in this earth do
the smile returned first that shy hopeful grimace couched in lips lately pinked as if from stolen candy there was rain that night fine and soaking and the leaves were glad of it all that street dust sliding into the
To achieve each goal, you become industrious, Queen and worker each by roles distinguished. To cause to flourish and be established; a colony whose peace could get precarious, when intruders are stung in defensive fury by your weapons of stings
I find comfort in self pity. Belittling myself, my actions and even the mere five second thoughts of my success. I’m tied up by this part of me. The part I’m inevitably dependent on. It is the initial segment of
A life, lives, many lives – millions struggle. Liars to the left and right of them, in front of them and in back of them, beneath and on top. Everyone dismayed; like those before them none can make a reply.
Let Freedom Ring from Extremity to Extremity. Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! The only word in the dictionary of liberty, water that nourishes the tree of liberty, Chlorophyll in every green plant, the photosynthesis of life. Freedom millions had sought and died
They fill my stomach, block its sky lIke reams of paper hasserai acid shades of autumn leaves sent aloft without a breeze they cloud my brain they rain, un-rain and rain again. and stall each lane of acumen thrashing, crashing,
YOUR COFFEE MUG still sits where you left it, half-empty, atop your favorite porcelain, brim smudged with a curious combination of dried froth and pink lipstick. It’s my little testimony, you know, to a life well led and a union