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Messengers of God came To reform men All toiled hard to spread goodness and upbraid vices Generally they suffered and were agonized Noble minds believed and weak minds not So happened with the wit of every learned or enlightened person
This world has a large crowd of shadows Substances innumerable with their density Relative to their actions For everything has life with assigned actions Light symbolizes virtues While darkness vices So why shadows are always dark Even though shedding of
Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.
The speed of my automobile exclusively Depends on the wheelman which earth born Crave where the passengers await it destination, Seeing an endless road ahead. Every four years is its renewal with the Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma
It’s an adjustment, everyone says, life is to adjust Without questioning, what this adjustment means to anyone. Keep silent, when the other-end goes on shouting and argue For or against, do agree, whatever the other end demands, Without asking why
Cast your gaze upon this earth; The home of man, And a million others. The days are past, when we wallowed in dirt; Fragile and helpless, prey To nature’s hunters. Observe us now- We thrive in shallow ecstasy; Blissfully unaware
She is within an ever-lasting atmosphere, She is beneath the never lasting core, She prays, searches, hopes and fights, To find this never lasting door, A door leading to peace and promise, She is running out of time, So why
Billions of billboards and floods of commercials Bombard and pollute young minds and our values Where social vices overwhelm visual material So, what are standards of beauty and virtue? Is beauty really only skin deep, let the young ones judge.
O, ye grave digger what do you dig? Grave for a flower of heaven, who dropeth on earth With tears , smiles and gurgle Goeth unscathed , unhurt and untouched. O, ye grave digger what do you dig now? Sepulchre
An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God
When all the darkened drapes of night were drawn, And mirth has left the room, now cast in gloom, Except there played a glint, to stay till dawn, On feline eyes, that spell a rodent’s doom; But oh, how lovely
Somewhere Down Over South Hawthorn’s Way That’s where we would always meet at the dark End of the street in the moon’s shadow Teenagers sneakin’ some kissin’, some huggin’ And some lovin’ until the break of day and just A
Sinuous roots stretch scrawny limbs, Seeking security in a forbidding terrain. Tentative fingers probing for purchase, Momentarily anchor, creep and grasp again. Mindless ambition, an instinctive will, Drives a path to solar sustenance. Revitalising rays multiply cells, Promoting uninvited regeneration.
Became a Stribu model barefooted. One of many but an ordinary person. Wore a shirt I bought from Walmart. A denim shorts from Jcp. My teenage daughter was humiliated. I felt great, forgot my illness, heartaches. Stood proud clothed in
You can learn a lot about a person watching them eat an apple even watching them in the supermarket give them a five dollar bill and tell them pick out any apple you want, it’s on me those store aisles
After separation from death rain-scented moon was rising in broken sky. Night birds started fluting one to another relentlessly; earth unjointed, was speechless, in failures we meet often, a little while. I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, the life had
Revelations from your cherished words, Echoes in my inner mind like love birds Enlightening those songs, you sung Engraved within my mind forever. After years and fears of destiny I ran into the chambers of darkness; Setting off in grief, seeking
When in this deep poverty, I look around and see the haves, My heart burns with anger, They have it all, I have nothing, They took everything away, And we, the have nots, Live in deep poverty, Hardly affording three
Hey, what is that your cold piercing gaze searching for? After breaking my heart into pieces, what you sailed away for I hope I will find you someday, somewhere at some someplace But love is what you are, you don’t
Halycon days in perennial Eden Windblown leaves, sunbeam kissed Slumbering Oaks in the autumn sun Sprinkling their leaves one by one As they fall like golden snow Cooler breezes begin to blow And soon the Oaks denuded stand Like skeletons
Generation grips, I am the street in dysphoria. You run, shout, the arc bleeds, you become your enemy that kills the alphabets A statue was hung upside down to eject the violence from plastic lips. Blood stained sidewalk throws a
She has opened her eyes, to feel the beautiful smile in her mind! Recollecting that he had promised… She stepped out into the world, to feel the dew filled grass Filling her with untold Love and solace… Flowers had bloomed,
She is a cold hearted Walks with random dresses and those messy hairs Her stunning expressions melts the tough hearts She is silly girl with so much class Her character becomes story which cant kept in an any frame She
As if it was a long drawn wait As if she is the known one The people’s sound And the sound of silence Pure pleasure of bondless Bondings That light The light of nipple flowers Upward Not in direction But
Monitoring for movement, scanning expectantly for signs. Electric eyes, barely blinking. Knowing the prey and her hiding places. Prowling the night, thoughts blacker than the surrounding darkness. Staccato stalking, sleek and streamlined, she smells the air. Nervous nose, almost aquiver.
My love, I always dream of your return, When bluish hues adorn the skies above, And kindled hearth, with glowing embers burn All through those blissful nights, so filled with love; Where countless blooms would scent the wafting breeze Across
Is it really ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright; too hyped. With an insatiable attitude of me, me; me, gratification. And there is always so much noise. People in cars, in trains, in
Life is about getting over it, all of the tragedies and all the victories, all traumas and triumph. The beautiful fractures and bruises, veins and jagged cracks asymmetrical maps of linear life falling forever forward. Glued together and displayed in
If trees can talk Even a mindless rumble Everyone will gawk But they remain stiff and sombre Supposing they are under a spell Imprisoned in their present demeanour Standing erect and motionless Like the guards at Buckingham Palace When it
The pain in their eyes, still fresh, bleeding. I know their sleepless nights, trying to put together the missing pieces of this puzzle called life. A Poet who writes in the garden and then must write in the war, may