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What human values have we today, Than just seeking a helluva lot of Happiness for the notifications When the virtual defeats reality Am I too in same cage? To forget my Man and Sons and Daughters And care about gadgets
One beautiful Sunday afternoon, down by the valley where the waters cascading down the rocks upon the stony bed I sat, lost in reverie on my life continuous struggles when His shadows appeared, silhouetted against the fading sun upon the
There‘s no power strong enough to halt this motion Thus, the universe, hinged upon a transient axis in her cosmos plane, spin and revolves in an infinite motion But not moving forward, thus days and years were born All substances
She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.
A song will be sung as war descends Calling on God’s invisible hand Enemies hordes crushed underfoot With no knowledge of why they came. Ships harboured in the bay Like sleeping sea serpents did they lay While out in the
The dead moon’s framed portrait Hung from the prussian blue sky, Staring downwards into the Lighted lonely city – With a well practiced air Of indifference. The pond with green waters And a cemented bank, Where local kids wash their
Once I lived in Swaziland, Away from my country my beloved homeland. A beautiful country of Southern Africa, Manzini and Mababane are its heavenly replica. We lived in coats valley near the grove of guava trees, My maid used to
Comprehensive to common minds yet impressive. Creative writing demands appreciating. His composition is his recognition. Unknown to this world his designation. Nor noted he’s deserted. Exiled deep in oceans of literature, Get him a defibrillator. Too less like him left,
The wind whirled, turning at a point, The bamboo leaves sounded cracking after being bent- With the “U-turn” of winding blow- There is no way to know- When the wind will change its phase- Turning to east or west? Only
All over the world, today Hearts are opening, filling the air with love As couples everywhere remind themselves Of the unbreakable bonds that tie them together. That’s one way of looking at it. But what about those who have nobody?
We all have flaws, Those flaws were part of our life, We just have to accept it. We have to change it. If they judge you, Criticize you, Accept it. Then, learn from your mistakes. If your father disowns you,
My love sent me a song so soft and sweet, Like melody that lulls babies to sleep, Hinting of angels in their dreams to meet, Assured in cradle of a mother’s keep; Like breeze that wafts, each note would float
I see them each day on my way to global politics 201 years worn, moss filled with cracks along the armrests I can remember one day seeing, two lovers in those chairs surely their intent, to facilitate the couples conversation
The heart hibernates In that pain Freezing the emotions Going numb timeless The warm waves Those touch and go Melting it a little One at a time Then a qualm lingers After the frozen heart And the melting emotions Drop
“Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me” – George Orwell There was a time when we were young, A time when we were young and free, When the sunshine and the gleaming dawn Brought us dreams
In my quest for Eternal Bliss I came to a Golden Arch, across its gate was written “No Thoroughfare” “Trespassers will be prosecuted.” I smiled I am love I enter everywhere!! in I went into a grassy land wet with
Soldiers are soldiers today or long ago So many not given the choice, they had to go Stories told like it was yesterday You could see the pain in their eyes Til this day some still cry Battles fought in
I am the shore and the sea luring myself in a ritual dance, quenching my earthen thirst with the liquid peace of my soul’s meat- the tumultuous clay’s restlessness numb in ephemeral, soothed by the penetrating rhythm of the immutable
The drifting clouds and desert winds Unlocks the inner chords of my mind As my eyes gazed the desolate dunes This desert edge one cold afternoon A dream that I pondered for so long And a wish that faded like
Thank the stars I whispered You slept well Last night Thank your stars You feel fine To run around And cook your food Thank your stars Your heart beats Without sadness today And the mind is at rest Thank your
The hardest steps are those taken alone lost and hopeless searching for home looking for the one place you belong, someone who’s heart sings the same song, forgetting ourselves along the way, searching for more, we were lead astray, vision
Church bells ring The choir sings Songs of praise Ancient of days Stained glass colors Arched cross hovers His mighty power A strong high tower Wooden pews Lilly flowers Sunshine and April showers A merciful God The children applaud Before
Nestled in the long loud smell of your kiss, Which reminds me of the smoke guzzling chimneys of my hometown And the yellow sunlight reflecting off our cemented yard Is the elixir of death, destruction and surprise. The surprise on
Looking at the mirror, I remembered, The day you had bought that dress for me. That silly dress, the one in black with white polka dots. You had told me, that when you come back, We would dance together in
This heaven is a pretty maid living in the Dark Age, With minds of the moron, hearts of the fool, crawling into her cradle of tears lying in waste, And she smiles, emotionless clusters in full. As the bleak eyes
Worship and glorify Jesus With Praises and songs Praises to raise our voices To worship and sing songs To honor the Lord Awesome and glorious Beautiful and always the King Of our Salvation who watches Protecting the ones who look
Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.
The winds whisper and sights release music of song Perceive, loneliness has its own melody ever strong Suboor captures that first in heart then in camera Inspiring it became, it’s a meaningful panorama Reminds me of great writer who wonderfully