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What should you do when people bother you? not react? not notice? not speak? just endure????? It is easier said than done When they stare in your face When their auras are dark and they eat up your space When
That dark and lurking shadow With its looming sense of gloom The overpowering pain it could bestow Tearing into laughter and relations, slow That dark and lurking shadow Which so sullies the spark of life Casting an eclipse of endless
Our lives are so filled with negatives that we often forget about the positives We have convinced ourselves that bad news sells, and good news is a side story at best As parents, we love our children dearly, but we
This world isn’t a positive one. Sometimes you lose your inner strength You eventually feel you’re quite done Your intellect is out of length Your childhood deceived your present state Your home is now a cave You let your life
Somewhere and somehow, how and where I don’t know. But from ‘twinkle twinkle little star’, to the melody’a thing of beauty is a joy forever’we grow up. The past 15 years can be compared to the life of the ‘Brook’.
Sore with discontent, Oblivion beckons, Fade out or live long- Perhaps not an option. Choices are illusions, Life a big lie, Return to innocence- Most desired. Loath and anguish, No logic to talk about, Haze of negativity- Call it depression.
Death sits in wait in the empty valley of your sleeper cell. The confession of a guilt liberates the funeral of a martyr. Give me your breasts for a modular test. Don’t let the milk go waste. Your pearly teeth
I had a heart which knew to care But had a problem…. wanted all things to be fair. Did not realise….. love is beyond any need Beyond anger, anguish, pain and any greed. The heart cried and cried Till the
Our hearts have this huge corner Deep deep inside Vulnerable to the slightest hurts To every criticism, negativity or slight We build walls around it Of cynicism and pride It was tender long ago Now we cover it and hide
Known by tiranga, is our developing nation, Dreams come true, people play their part with passion ; Civilised,cultured lilliputs with big hearts, All together, love together is the dream for my nation…! Salute to the soldiers, their attributes and sacrifices,
Word Death is enough to scare all Many dislike me for uttering it Some see negativity in me Many thinks i spoil their mood several hesitant to open my mail All agree to disagree with my thoughts Oh ! Death
As I ponder upon the color in my life a friend brought, I fall into a boulevard of meanings which is difficult to sort, Which compounds a lot of emotions together making a heavy stout, The satisfying talks that I
Freedom, a word you can truly embrace, a lot don’t have freedom and wish they could have a taste. Everyone wants freedom, and want it with a passion, while freedom can come in every shape, form and fashion. Like the
Trust is sorta like a piggy bank it’s good ’til it busts You stop being self centered and you start thinking about us but please take your time, wait a second, please don’t rush just one slip up and the
When I look in the mirror of my reflection, I see just another human being swallowed up in depression. When you look in the mirror do you like what you see? Is the self esteem absentee? Are you only 5″
Damned thoughts keeping me confined Enter inside lets see what you can find Plenty of negativity always haunts my mind Repressed memories about mistakes Emotions I can’t express because of the stakes Sexual thoughts roam amuck with no breaks Starting
Oh and as I put on the WHITE LIGHT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT nothing can harm me Today…like a mirror all around me Negativity will see its own reflection And flee because negativity can’t stand Itself but if anything good
I sit by my window every morning, Wanting, willing to write a poem. The pen in my hand yearns to touch the blank paper, Like a lover yearns to touch the beloved. The paper breathes patiently, The warm sun brushes
Who Are they? Wonders, or walking living machines? They sleep in a cradle, fed on their mothering arms Growing up desensitised with fictitious joy There they open their arms and glide. Their eyes gaze on the synthetic flashy lights Where
like ether, permeating all space mesmerizing, he walked away, head of his enemy in his hand, like a trophy? frighteningly orangish a decapitated body shudders. The holy war demands its price of a joke. The face of red and blue.
The wine the wine it tastes so divine… The world is our oyster with pearls before swine… The laughter and rejoicing in everyone’s mind… The food is as fulfilling as times are so fine… The moon is full as my
My beloved I always remember Once my soul Had taken a ride On a marital-bliss river Jubilant nothing or no one Could put us asunder. But after I learnt You have sown mistrust On the fertile ground Of my heart
In the forest the summer steam retreats Confusion breaks like a fever, sudden Relief flooding the mind with quiet murmurs A symphony of whispers cover the screams And tears evaporate as the cry dies on your lips The shadows listen
Time has kissed all over your Wide strong frame like a Much married mistress. Shrunk your dependable muscles, Loosened your chestnut brown cover, Sculpted your face with lines That deepen your smiles and worries. That chest where I lay curled
While out hiking high in the Cascade Mountain Range, with jagged mountain peaks acting as my back drop, I watch as I behold in the glory of Creation a rainbow being created after a gentle rain shower. An eagle appears
My innocent little sister In your eyes You see me as a guardian Shining bright with a halo over my head Wings as pure as jade A mountain that doesn’t move Even when the earth shakes When the thunder strikes
The danger lurks in corner. After double helix, Now cobalt pencil writes the history of mankind. Dirty bomb gives determinate meaning of peace. I turn back to be eaten alive. Like a blade of grass you bend for the cuckoo.
He came along into her life, Like a sunshine after a horrible night. The bliss that followed him, Buried the pain and let it dim. She held him close to her bosom, for the happiness that formed a chasm He