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A helpless, harsh cry Erupts the neighbourhood Then comes the sound of rumbling As if there is a storm breaking down Our thin walls I listen intently and feel my heart Pound in fear I look around the tiny room
A man’s choice for imperfect specialty Devoid a woman’s continued quest for security Likewise the two waters in diversity. He believes compromise leads to serenity To the long-haired nothing but a fallacy Then why do the waters co-exist in harmony?
The study of history is one of the greatest resources for models and lessons of life. History records a runaway slave who went on to finished college in Ohio. He relocated to Mississippi and became a wealthy planter. He later
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,
Magnificent silver space suit please; as I journey to a cosmic galaxy full of extraordinary things, Floating endlessly in a kaleidoscopic machine; the void of space is insignificant when light beams, A field of planets to watch as the spaceship
Whereever I go there you follow When in the morning Sun rises you follow me with your height growing taller then mine As the Sun moves up at noon you would walk by my side with your height shrinking in
Words pierce minds like spear hits a beast. The burning passions evaporate in the mist. My body wriggles to straighten from top to bottom For I feel like a burning pipe to burn in ashes But , the incorrigible minds
The mother knows compassion and grants permission the father accepts responsibility and manifests reality the child is born and experiences god directly the adolescent unfortunately forgets its connection to the divine the teacher shares self-evident truths and growth occurs the
Haunting wilderness voices filtered through early morning mist On the shore of the meandering Tulameen River A renegade pack of coyotes, greet the dawning of a new day in Nature’s Pantry Ribbons of orange and gold dancing in the shifting
Black and white, our favorite colors I write to feel alright, but it’ s hard to write right, my favorite duress, its my plight and it lasts all through the night even during the day sometimes, even to date but
When it comes to communication, It is what connects humanity A strong bond that keeps the human race together So different, yet understood communicate orally, non verbally It will make sense, more meaning When spoken, learn it, or sign it
Hands trembling as I write this poem On cold chilly winter morning Dead silence ring in my ear Dim light by the fireplace, Knotted together in this tiny house That we call our own Where love is shown, and hate
Trapped in your body a city starts screaming. The master has broken off a huge iceberg. An Antarctica is burning like hermitage from the spark of a red robe. Lips are riddled with lies. No face is left to smile.
Delhi the mighty city, I love to hate, has withstood time and is steeped in history. With its harsh climate and its harsh reality it doesn’t give excuses, doesn’t sugar coat its being. With pride it says i have it
We are called a “shadow”, they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams, We are called ,’ugly’ because we are black ,because we are different , Our
26th January is our Republic Day, India’s adoption of the democratic way. India founded its own constitution, Concluding its great revolution. Its a day of great victory, Narrating our grand history. Its the symbol of our unity, Despite the spectrum
Carlton the caterpillar loved to explore the branches of the trees, way up high, his days full of joy but like many a boy he dreamed of the clouds in the sky. But unlike his friends, his dreams knew no
The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault, This afternoon dies slowly forever, The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue, Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma, The prima donna of
Night after night, with the stillness of death, dreams flashing on the screen of the mind, rasping breath going of like minute bombs thru’ the constant o of the mouth, groping hands giving off carbonic fumes, sculpturing odoriferous forms, abstract
One man against A mountain— Steep And, inhospitable! A man called Nelson Mandela— And, a mountain called The Pretoria regime! He was determined Like the proverbial spider… He was not one To give up! His crusade against Injustice Landed him
Nearly four years ago, we sold our home where we had lived for nearly fifteens years. That was long enough to grow a nice garden of all kinds of flowers, including roses. Unfortunately, I was saddened that we could not
And so, with trembling heart I dare to embrace your clean white sheet And mark it with my scribblings. To make a sentence, where to start? And where to feel complete? Does it matter if my style don’t rhyme? I’m
TURN Stones into blossoms Blossoms into flowers Never shall we fall Animosity into friendship Friendship into relationship Never shall we fall Vices into virtues Values of the great Never shall we fall One-step up one-step down Saves us, Dear God
The king is dead! Long live the king! History of rulers is no different from ordinary mortals, The crowns and kohinoors travel from one head to another uneasier head. Emperors, Monarchs, Kings, Pharaohs abdicated By methods natural and unnatural, Thrones
She falls in love with you the way you portrait yourself.. She falls in love with all the fanciful words you used to describe her She falls in love with you whenever you tell her that she has a virtuous
Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.
There’s no one to talk to, Nobody understands, Nobody feels like you do, You need a helping hand. No matter how you feel, There’s always someone there, Someone to help you heal, Someone who really cares. You feel the world’s
I will sit or lay. Not in sadness or tears, you don’t understand. I’m in-between everything. That time I starred at that horse. I wanted to be it so much. Its pensive eyes knew I was not worth a glance.
Too many die every moment around us. Not wounded fatally though, but maimed and left to lurch and die. Too many ‘uv us’re paralysed enough to act. Hamletian syndrome. Too many tongues burnt on pyres fuelling a feudal society. Too