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Charges, a poignant word brimmed with an electric power. that possesses a bitter venom with a dual quality that makes one pessimistic and the other optimistic who deems charges as challenges towards an indelible fame. Yes, the same charges in
Goal is a dream, Strive for your goal. Follow your dreams, Realize your potential. Seize every opportunity, In most difficult times. When faced with impending failures, Do not lose hope. Mobilize your thoughts, Overcome fear. Keep a positive mindset, Shun
walking through dark lanes , the night was soundless and reserve . wind roared with a whistle and rattled the barren leaves, thinking and analyzing the problem , glanced the stars which shine. they shine and shine , flicker but
This came to me while sitting in my room reading poems of doom and gloom. Other poems of despair and dread, even poems were people wished they were dead. What, did you miss taking our meds? ‘Cause you can’t do
When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re galumphed seems all uphill. When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. Remember a beggar and
If only he knew that day’s outcome; That his migraine so intense, would make him ignore the alarm’s sound; That he’d be heavily traffic-bound on his way to work; That he’ll get in the boardroom and see seated, his expectant
In a world where a hold is placed on perspective, and accomplishment is marked by material things. Never lose your inner child. In a world where everyone grows up and forgets the things that make them happiest, never lose your
I am not sure if you enjoy stew or not. But it’s one of my favorite things. You take some of your favorite meat and bring it to a simmer, along with a couple vegetables and a couple seasonings. Chopped
Every day in his life was hell, Repercussions he could hardly spell. He endured drudgery to pay his bills, No time for Netflix and chills. Man, he never had the privilege of peers, His world was always shrouded by petulant
Entering the room consumes all in the boardroom All eyes rise all phones are placed down without a groan or a sound Walking in proud owning the floor just walked on for sure endowed Honing the sharp minds for the
Aim to be the Master of Life. Heaven never waits; let’s take this today, before it’s gone like yesterday Every generation gets the grief, sure do we all; But the Master is he who doesn’t feel perplexed at all. One,
Dreams. They could have been of concrete. Of bricks, with the mortar of motivation holding them together. They were once. But now, they are a deck of cards. A house of cards as a child would make in his spare
TTTD my split personality The voice that speaks through me My co-pilot of philosophy My creative side kick That knocks the worldliness Right out of me The expression of thoughts Deep down inside of me The motivation that sets my
Very often we seek love, warmth, caress, inspiration and motivation to move on. Very often we ask for guidance if not from God then from men to confirm our decisions. Very often we struggle to live through heartaches of solace
Brave is nothing without proof But believe me I do believe I am brave Perhaps you will see that Maybe now Maybe in the generation Or maybe not It starts with the nature of you I am braver Than yesterday
I fall back into time and remember how loving and caring both of you were… What great time we had together…. Be it our Verbal Duel in English, Or, rickshaw journey to School together. After school snacking of Kachori and
You are source of motivation in life for continuity, Taking breath is, only, doable with your deep proximity. You are my dreamer in sprouting confidence, and love to live, I search, always, a little space in your heart to thrive.
Sometimes souls are inspired Sometimes souls are broken Sometimes souls have goals Sometimes souls be laissez-faire Is there really a purpose for the existence of a soul? My soul contemplated. First there was nothing when the soul was personified in
Please make me the one Your lucky one and not anyone’s Thy lifetime best friend and not just a friend Your forever companion in every situation Thy forever cheerleader because you’re my champion. I want to be the one Who
In the tropical section of the Earth, There stays a transient period. Brimful of relief and silence, that thresholds peace to any and all living blood. Then the commitment reverses, and brings a modest scuffle. After a prolonged omnipresent silence,
What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed
“HE” He is an important persona. He is- who is omnipresent, and makes me feel special. He is- who is outstandingly unique, that nobody can ever beat. He is- who rings the bells of my heart, with a dart. “HE”
A poet Is someone who just paints A rainbow of Eros In the raining skies of the lovers Beyond their horizon of lust, Below their zenith of thirst. And Someone Who lets them imagine The preponing of all seasons of
Father passed on nearly ten years before I got married He was not there when I finished high school Nor was he around when I finished college My youngest sibling was nine months There was a period of grief at
Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt
A songbird sings a melancholy song Deep within a forest, dense. No one could hear it, No one around and hence, The songbird he wondered, What he was doing wrong, Should he sing it louder? Should he change the song?
Moth against-the screen flitting at the light-repeatedly being blind- to the source it seeks- reacting over and over-to strive live and beat-long as it can more over- a thousand times-with wings kept moving-relentless-ly until it fails- in it’s attempt to
Lilac in the morning sun while the feelings were Still there lingering questions through my Cranium yet it fills a mental stadium full of Bad brain cells of bad memories and bad Frequencies, That means that everything that I went
The Autumn wind blows Fall leaves flow Crunch dry asphalt Friend or foe Days pass Pages flip Time flies Broken ties Daylight wind chaff Deception so daft Flying against the breeze Near the still pond It will appease Fearing for
O sailor a voyage you know and know the nautical miles , ways of winds find your ways faraway land you discovered , treasure beneath and distant,precious stones,waterfalls and fountains , everday I lit a lamp and hope you discover
There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.
If I knew you have moved on already, Eloped in other’s arms, enticed by her scent, Hope the memories are not so shady. Hope my touch isn’t lost, although faint. If I knew you have moved on already, Turned a