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I am UNaware that Knowledge is so deep that it can’t be measured I thought the little knowledge that I gained is as huge as the universe I felt none could match my intelligence I believed that I can make
If Time is measured on those moments spent, On instances we treasured, how it went, While based on heartbeats that we often hear, When to each other we have come so near, Time seemed so fast, and gone before we
for Shimah A nature poem should be about snow hushed woods late at night, a rainbow’s refracted light, counting rings on fallen trees, glades full of honey bees, autumn’s harvest, summer flowers, the sun, the earth, the moon, the stars,
Yesterday as I was walking, talking to myself, thinking, pondering, My head was like a carousel! With a song in my head, As I walked past the field of wild fern, the one I daily walk by, I watched these
Time provides what the heartbeat hides; measurement and release for its subjects. Time provides us with existence, a temporary installation of measured quantities encapsulated by one quantum. Time will provide insistence of a contract between living things, a state of
Beauty is what you realise in nature , Begins to love every creature. Grassy field that grows in meadow, Things that are tactlessly bestowed. Radiance of sun that lights your day, Go out and brighten your way. Blossom flowers that
I have figured what is eternity, In longing, and boring hours of a day, Eternity could be anxiety, In half-second before a kiss would lay; Could love be measured in eternities? Does love subtract from life for lack of it?
That darkness in your eyes mirrors mine and that crowd in your head multiplying like quicksilver dropped and stomped gleaming like judgment I’ve seen it too It’s hard to exorcise things that are real and unreal their weight measured in
His last breath….. from within a white Portland ward, beneath white linen sheets. Were silent endearing sounds. They were not born of pain… but of peace. His loyal wife…his bonded sons… at his side. The oldest son softly whispering, “Go
Friendship is an oasis that is bound from the north by eternity’s wrinkle-free forehead, by life’s arid desert of mishaps from the south, by liberty that is in the hands of those who give it in order to have it
Love is neither optional, nor happens by choice. It just happens, you either accept or deny, Love can be at first sight or start at a goodbye plight, Feelings arise, touching the skies, A choice to act on them or
There are no haunted places, Just people haunted by pasts and presents. There is nothing not worth expressing, For no one has lived without falling. Not everyone can dream so celestial, For most people’s understanding is but elliptical. Not everyone
He walks in fire, Fire breathing all hidden passions In intense fashion, Moves him like a particle riding on mad waves. Boiling blood being too humid Pouring words of moist wants. Exasperated heart tempering with scenting dewdrops That cool uncalled
Their first conversation had few words, But seasoned it was with measured laughter. They agreed the tea was good, and the weather pleasant, And decided to meet the weekend after. He worked his beard a tad carefully that morning, And
You think that I don’t love you, Well that makes my heart so very sad My love for you if measured, Could go round the universe and distant galaxies time and time again, My love for you could fill every
her innocence tumbled out behind her crumbs on the forest floor the spent her twenties sharpening the eyeliner pencil of her soul scent of sandalwood shade of kohl the thighs of her jeans were torn out by effort, not fashion
Water with an immense depth… In eyes which haven’t slept… Adds to the beauty of a joy…. When trickles down substituting a smile Wonderful is a rejoice….. Carries in it precious pearls…. Mixed emotions in it always swirl… intensity can
What we do today will be planted for life and soon cultivate Hopefully into something we love and pray we’ll not hate It could be for someone we know or soon gladly meet Always treading fertile ground on our swift
Were alcohol to be available only with prescriptions, imagine what would happen to the alone & the broken hearted? Each moment of loneliness and every second of pain, would have to be accounted for, and measured in units of spirits.
Such things are rare now: the smell of rain of preceding nights going stale. And the potted plants keep back the reek like memories as do their counterparts keep scarred holes— gaping blank like a blind eye— on the ageing
Give the words, the forest and garden, he is in a lonely penitentiary. Have you seen the patio of roses beside the haunted house, a hothouse of wild dreams traveling wide path of island universe. In this fallen twilight, in
Midstream, in the stillness, a boatman rests on his oars. a lone bird in flight defines the sky. dark visions of rain dance into his sights. he heeds to a call from some distant star and pulls to shore. in
A rock within a shell encased, lifeless and stilled. Heavier than most, despite the wear and attrition. Stone, cold and caged within. Deliberately chilled. Once, in another’s hand, cast aside like spent ammunition. Collaterally damaged, withdrawn from further crusade. Surrendered,
Happiness happens when you least expect it. It can come after a while of being rejected. When you are feeling down, life’s moving kinda slow, happiness can happen from a simple hello. When you admire someone and they say hi.
On your face the shadow of a transparent wound bungles the capricious climate of the death of a thought which you could not carry very far. And that was all when I asked you some questions about life. You started
An instant explosion a title wave oh its burning up inside! What did you expect a pat on the back? Nothing is as it seems with masks parading every where no realness in this realm. Its all make believe nothing
The old tree grew in my grandfather’s compound It used to be beautiful and fruitful all around Birds always came down in swoops to surround Nobody knows the type of tree or fruit anymore It has no fruits anymore only the
Candle light, candle glow, inner sight, will to know, healing light surround me now, relieve my Spirit’s darkest vow. I am the Earth, centered and strong, I am the vessel for good and wrong, the human soul roots grow deep