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Together And Alone
What's in my wallet? What's on my feet?
The brand of my jacket, the foods that I eat.
My eyes are here; why do you stare at my bracelets?
You look at my diamonds, but never at my demons.
Look into my eyes and feel what I feel.
Let's permit the day to pass, ignoring the bills.
Can we talk, my friend?
Not to fool around and have a beer.
I have some broken lines I wish to mend;
Your wounds would be nice to hear.
You know what? Never mind.
You'd probably misjudge my turbulent tides.
You're just into what you see and touch.
This is invisible, untouchable; a force that makes the heart clutch.
We're always together but I'm alone.
You care about some new brands; what about my zone?
I sound too emotional, don't I?
My demons and angels are warring inside.
I'm seeking for that rare resource,
But I don't know the right course.
You don't know the rare resource, do you?
One that can hold you through;
One that can guide you in hard times;
One that can stand by your side.
I don't hear about it mostly, but here's your answer.
It's called "friend"; they're very small in number.
A friend has become scarce.
Everyone is cold like polar bears.
It's tough to carry the load on your own;
If somebody is there, the dusks seem like dawns.
If the heart was a king, there are way too many pawns.
Trying to knock those down will make me look too serious—
No one wants to have a real conversation, I guess.
I'd be accused for snooping in other's business.
If they don't call me serious, they'd call me negative.
They'd call me problematic; oh, I almost forgot sensitive.
Let me remind you fellas: sentimentality's in your blood.
You care about what others think, despite it being absurd.
No dress is beautiful, until the society views it so.
Your skills are worthless; people are needed to make it glow.
Pains and skills resemble, you know;
In fear of humiliation, you're afraid to show.
But if you have a friend...
I wish for the resource to rain from the sky.
I'd run for no shelter; I'd soak to never dry.
It'd be warm, it'd be vulnerable.
The drops don't judge; I'd be acceptable.
The drops hum slow, when I tell my story.
The drops warm my soul; there'd be no shame in my misery.
My sins are welcome, acceptance washes it all.
A friend stays when it's the time of your fall.
Fine days are nice, but they help in hiding true personality.
It's the terrible weather that reveals who's really with me.
Though, I don't wanna moan about the downs.
There are these people whom I owe millions of crowns.
Thank you, and I wish you the best.
You held me down when I faced some tests.
But still you guys are feeling afar.
I'm good, I'm fine; I have the hell behind bars.
#kr
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Together And Alone
What's in my wallet? What's on my feet?
The brand of my jacket, the foods that I eat.
My eyes are here; why do you stare at my bracelets?
You look at my diamonds, but never at my demons.
Look into my eyes and feel what I feel.
Let's permit the day to pass, ignoring the bills.
Can we talk, my friend?
Not to fool around and have a beer.
I have some broken lines I wish to mend;
Your wounds would be nice to hear.
You know what? Never mind.
You'd probably misjudge my turbulent tides.
You're just into what you see and touch.
This is invisible, untouchable; a force that makes the heart clutch.
We're always together but I'm alone.
You care about some new brands; what about my zone?
I sound too emotional, don't I?
My demons and angels are warring inside.
I'm seeking for that rare resource,
But I don't know the right course.
You don't know the rare resource, do you?
One that can hold you through;
One that can guide you in hard times;
One that can stand by your side.
I don't hear about it mostly, but here's your answer.
It's called "friend"; they're very small in number.
A friend has become scarce.
Everyone is cold like polar bears.
It's tough to carry the load on your own;
If somebody is there, the dusks seem like dawns.
If the heart was a king, there are way too many pawns.
Trying to knock those down will make me look too serious—
No one wants to have a real conversation, I guess.
I'd be accused for snooping in other's business.
If they don't call me serious, they'd call me negative.
They'd call me problematic; oh, I almost forgot sensitive.
Let me remind you fellas: sentimentality's in your blood.
You care about what others think, despite it being absurd.
No dress is beautiful, until the society views it so.
Your skills are worthless; people are needed to make it glow.
Pains and skills resemble, you know;
In fear of humiliation, you're afraid to show.
But if you have a friend...
I wish for the resource to rain from the sky.
I'd run for no shelter; I'd soak to never dry.
It'd be warm, it'd be vulnerable.
The drops don't judge; I'd be acceptable.
The drops hum slow, when I tell my story.
The drops warm my soul; there'd be no shame in my misery.
My sins are welcome, acceptance washes it all.
A friend stays when it's the time of your fall.
Fine days are nice, but they help in hiding true personality.
It's the terrible weather that reveals who's really with me.
Though, I don't wanna moan about the downs.
There are these people whom I owe millions of crowns.
Thank you, and I wish you the best.
You held me down when I faced some tests.
But still you guys are feeling afar.
I'm good, I'm fine; I have the hell behind bars.
I fancy you, I must admit,
You who are critical to my debut.
You will make right many wrongs,
Set in motion my rusty wheels
and make possible my wildest dreams.
Your passion certainly will cause my blood to be incensed, tear through the barricade of parched night skin and cascade over like crimson water.
Your aggression will quicken my withered limbs and will cause my body to convulse with sheer zing I fear my mind will explode—
Oh, the pleasure, my wonder, the pressure.
Till then, I shall lay dormant, hard as stone,
grey and dull from all of life's curves.
Till then, I have no desire to see past the greyscale.
But when your fangs graze my chapped lips in an unholy exchange of fluid,
Only then will I truly see;
Only then will I be reborn.
Tiill then, you only lurk in the shadows of mind.
Truly, I am your biggest fan.
#Everyone
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#Black
You who are critical to my debut.
You will make right many wrongs,
Set in motion my rusty wheels
and make possible my wildest dreams.
Your passion certainly will cause my blood to be incensed, tear through the barricade of parched night skin and cascade over like crimson water.
Your aggression will quicken my withered limbs and will cause my body to convulse with sheer zing I fear my mind will explode—
Oh, the pleasure, my wonder, the pressure.
Till then, I shall lay dormant, hard as stone,
grey and dull from all of life's curves.
Till then, I have no desire to see past the greyscale.
But when your fangs graze my chapped lips in an unholy exchange of fluid,
Only then will I truly see;
Only then will I be reborn.
Tiill then, you only lurk in the shadows of mind.
Truly, I am your biggest fan.
#Everyone
#poem
#review
#Black
Postman
Knock knock
Postman here.
It's pleasant to come and meet with you
I'm blessed you opened the door
Here to begin with
Are you sour?
To plead in front of you, I come
Hope you share me some
Across your little head and eyes you see
There is a small cute purple bee
That makes sound you don't like
With the motive to get a hike
Upon you and your angel bird
You don't realise who are you..
When the bee is around you...
Don't let it bother you
Because it's not your way
Make yourself feel better and sway
In the breeze of life,
Hold your arms tight
So that you can see the right
No left no right no wrong
No ding dong;
I was here just to deliver this message
I'm here. Your postman Sir !!
- Vidisha Mishra
Author's note-
I want to give the readers a sense of motivation through this postman I've talked about.
The message he tries to deliver is expressed beautifully in the lines.
The postman requests the readers to share their problems,if any,which are trembling their minds and their eyes.
Purple bee is described as the king of negativity and angel bird as the queen of positivity.
Through the angel bird, postman tries to make the readers realise that they must always look forward to the positive side of any situation.
#Everyone
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Knock knock
Postman here.
It's pleasant to come and meet with you
I'm blessed you opened the door
Here to begin with
Are you sour?
To plead in front of you, I come
Hope you share me some
Across your little head and eyes you see
There is a small cute purple bee
That makes sound you don't like
With the motive to get a hike
Upon you and your angel bird
You don't realise who are you..
When the bee is around you...
Don't let it bother you
Because it's not your way
Make yourself feel better and sway
In the breeze of life,
Hold your arms tight
So that you can see the right
No left no right no wrong
No ding dong;
I was here just to deliver this message
I'm here. Your postman Sir !!
- Vidisha Mishra
Author's note-
I want to give the readers a sense of motivation through this postman I've talked about.
The message he tries to deliver is expressed beautifully in the lines.
The postman requests the readers to share their problems,if any,which are trembling their minds and their eyes.
Purple bee is described as the king of negativity and angel bird as the queen of positivity.
Through the angel bird, postman tries to make the readers realise that they must always look forward to the positive side of any situation.
#Everyone
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It was the time when the soft
glowing light fall from the sky,
I was sitting on the ground and
staring at that mysterious moonlight,
and a spell softly whispered to me and uncovered the secret behind how the falling stars fulfill my wishes all the time.
#literalpoet
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glowing light fall from the sky,
I was sitting on the ground and
staring at that mysterious moonlight,
and a spell softly whispered to me and uncovered the secret behind how the falling stars fulfill my wishes all the time.
#literalpoet
#everyone
#review
I roam around the corridors of your skin
To look for the sun, the moon, the stars,
Where all demons die, my desires breathe;
My grips on your breasts, scratches of lust
Words dead, blowing life to your moans,
I push my light into the vast of your night
Thrusts after thrusts, i reach the depth
Rums and drugs ruining all our red veins
Orgasms after, we lose our paths to return
Where we sit silent, naked, to write a forever.
-subh
#review #subh
To look for the sun, the moon, the stars,
Where all demons die, my desires breathe;
My grips on your breasts, scratches of lust
Words dead, blowing life to your moans,
I push my light into the vast of your night
Thrusts after thrusts, i reach the depth
Rums and drugs ruining all our red veins
Orgasms after, we lose our paths to return
Where we sit silent, naked, to write a forever.
-subh
#review #subh
Wuhan torren devil
Nature harrow
Higgledy-piggledy ever present
Cities chock a block
Humanity dies through
Whan man kind felt how fructify
Sodeyn Wuhan torren devil disseminate O'er the land
Obiquitous quiescent
Despair and death; deep darkness O'er the land
Laughter of tears, Oonly known
Mo to lorn than gain
The elite fell embarrasst
Bornt no, the coercion to synte the devil
Authorities give their all
Social distance and stay at home the Oonly physik
To shuffle of this mortal coil in starve and devil, our dilemma
Weylawey !! Devil Rat-Tat
Survive we preye, Almighty
Here our steven, plesen
Outsterte thy poweer and sauf us
suffer and ladde us in thy way
Freely we rome in thy paramour hoo-ho-hold
#everyone
#review
#poetry
#ra Khaimin
Nature harrow
Higgledy-piggledy ever present
Cities chock a block
Humanity dies through
Whan man kind felt how fructify
Sodeyn Wuhan torren devil disseminate O'er the land
Obiquitous quiescent
Despair and death; deep darkness O'er the land
Laughter of tears, Oonly known
Mo to lorn than gain
The elite fell embarrasst
Bornt no, the coercion to synte the devil
Authorities give their all
Social distance and stay at home the Oonly physik
To shuffle of this mortal coil in starve and devil, our dilemma
Weylawey !! Devil Rat-Tat
Survive we preye, Almighty
Here our steven, plesen
Outsterte thy poweer and sauf us
suffer and ladde us in thy way
Freely we rome in thy paramour hoo-ho-hold
#everyone
#review
#poetry
#ra Khaimin
Summer and lilacs
Roses,Daisies and Lilies.
And summer's here
To cast away my moody willies.
Scented in sundry fragments of
Dusky lilac skies.
Oh! The summer's here
To cast away my moody willies.
Curls twisted, entangled in
Embrace of wilted daises and offspring lilies.
Oh! The summer's here
Mellow and mild,
Gentle and kind.
Wherein I been gawking for a while
To hear those memories unwind.
Oust from the clampings,
Of tender,sensual claspings.
©Bhargavi Yadav
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Roses,Daisies and Lilies.
And summer's here
To cast away my moody willies.
Scented in sundry fragments of
Dusky lilac skies.
Oh! The summer's here
To cast away my moody willies.
Curls twisted, entangled in
Embrace of wilted daises and offspring lilies.
Oh! The summer's here
Mellow and mild,
Gentle and kind.
Wherein I been gawking for a while
To hear those memories unwind.
Oust from the clampings,
Of tender,sensual claspings.
©Bhargavi Yadav
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#summer
#review
The pain in her heart
It was a time when I used to be too innocent that don't know what truely this life and my existence me to me
It was a time when I was used to be living in my own world and be always silent in my school with no friends
It was a time when I was used to be fooled by others and fooled them unintentionally
It was a time when I was misunderstood by everybody easily
It was a time when I was soo much unaware of the harsh realities and bitter truths of a persons life
It was a time when IAM never used to pray to God for myself
It was a time when IAM used to be very immature and dumb at the same time intelligent
It was a time when IAM used to cry alot sitting alone in my balcony remembering what I have did to my life by not knowing it's importance
It was a time I used to be care about others more than myself but no body gives a fuck about that
I was a time I used to be given a name called "selfish"
It was a time when everybody is there with me but it feels like there is no body with me
It was a time when there is a girl used to be insecured and jealous of her sister but she used to refuse it to say that
It was a time she don't know what to do with her life totally confused ,stressed, depressed and anxiety
It was a time when she come to know that she is interested in sports also with studies but it is too late for her to know that and no body supports her and instead of supporting her or encouraging her everybody used to laugh at her if she does some thing bad or some mistake
It was a time when she is continuously failed in her choosen career field
It was a time she's come to know that her life is meaningless without achieveing success in her life
It was a time she is still hoping for the best to come in her way and some thing magical should happen and her dreames ,desires and goals come in true and she achieve success in her life and life a meaningful life for herself not for others😇👍
Neelofar
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erybody
#ra
It was a time when I used to be too innocent that don't know what truely this life and my existence me to me
It was a time when I was used to be living in my own world and be always silent in my school with no friends
It was a time when I was used to be fooled by others and fooled them unintentionally
It was a time when I was misunderstood by everybody easily
It was a time when I was soo much unaware of the harsh realities and bitter truths of a persons life
It was a time when IAM never used to pray to God for myself
It was a time when IAM used to be very immature and dumb at the same time intelligent
It was a time when IAM used to cry alot sitting alone in my balcony remembering what I have did to my life by not knowing it's importance
It was a time I used to be care about others more than myself but no body gives a fuck about that
I was a time I used to be given a name called "selfish"
It was a time when everybody is there with me but it feels like there is no body with me
It was a time when there is a girl used to be insecured and jealous of her sister but she used to refuse it to say that
It was a time she don't know what to do with her life totally confused ,stressed, depressed and anxiety
It was a time when she come to know that she is interested in sports also with studies but it is too late for her to know that and no body supports her and instead of supporting her or encouraging her everybody used to laugh at her if she does some thing bad or some mistake
It was a time when she is continuously failed in her choosen career field
It was a time she's come to know that her life is meaningless without achieveing success in her life
It was a time she is still hoping for the best to come in her way and some thing magical should happen and her dreames ,desires and goals come in true and she achieve success in her life and life a meaningful life for herself not for others😇👍
Neelofar
#just writing
#story
#poem
#review
#ev
erybody
#ra
Wuhan torren devil
Nature harrow
Higgledy-piggledy ever present
Cities chock a block
Humanity dies through
Whan man kind felt how fructify
Sodeyn Wuhan torren devil disseminate O'er the land
Obiquitous quiescent
Despair and death; deep darkness O'er the land
Laughter of tears, Oonly known
Mo to lorn than gain
The elite fell embarrasst
Bornt no, the coercion to synte the devil
Authorities give their all
Social distance and stay at home the Oonly physik
To shuffle of this mortal coil in starve and devil, our dilemma
Weylawey !! Devil Rat-Tat
Survive we preye, Almighty
Here our steven, plesen
Outsterte thy poweer and sauf us
suffer and ladde us in thy way
Freely we rome in thy paramour hoo-ho-hold
#everyone
#review
#poetry
#ra Khaimin
Nature harrow
Higgledy-piggledy ever present
Cities chock a block
Humanity dies through
Whan man kind felt how fructify
Sodeyn Wuhan torren devil disseminate O'er the land
Obiquitous quiescent
Despair and death; deep darkness O'er the land
Laughter of tears, Oonly known
Mo to lorn than gain
The elite fell embarrasst
Bornt no, the coercion to synte the devil
Authorities give their all
Social distance and stay at home the Oonly physik
To shuffle of this mortal coil in starve and devil, our dilemma
Weylawey !! Devil Rat-Tat
Survive we preye, Almighty
Here our steven, plesen
Outsterte thy poweer and sauf us
suffer and ladde us in thy way
Freely we rome in thy paramour hoo-ho-hold
#everyone
#review
#poetry
#ra Khaimin
*Bleeding Scars*
Though scars don't bleed,
The painful memories will forever remain.
Haunts you to the core,
With fears that it might come back.
Often being careful in your doings,
To prevent the scars from bleeding.
Though scars don't bleed,
If you disturb it, it eventually will.
#everyone
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#NSara
Though scars don't bleed,
The painful memories will forever remain.
Haunts you to the core,
With fears that it might come back.
Often being careful in your doings,
To prevent the scars from bleeding.
Though scars don't bleed,
If you disturb it, it eventually will.
#everyone
#review
#poem
#NSara
Hey Babe!
I might not be the wisest nor the strongest of all,
I might not be the lover you want,
We might not marry,
Nor I become the father of your newborn,
Maybe i won't be in your good books till long,
Maybe i will be a friend but lost,
But remember Babe,
In all your troubles and all your wrongs,
Holding you dear,
I would be there for you,
Arm in arm,
For all long.
#review
#king
#poetry #romance #partner #lover
I might not be the wisest nor the strongest of all,
I might not be the lover you want,
We might not marry,
Nor I become the father of your newborn,
Maybe i won't be in your good books till long,
Maybe i will be a friend but lost,
But remember Babe,
In all your troubles and all your wrongs,
Holding you dear,
I would be there for you,
Arm in arm,
For all long.
#review
#king
#poetry #romance #partner #lover
*Sitting in a balcony*
Everyday sitting in a balcony she observed the furious changes in the day to day life by
Understanding and noticing the thinks taking place
Flowers stars to blossom in the morning and evenings why?she used to be very curious about knowing this things
Nature is so beautiful she thinks and feels that too
The air that goes from her face and she used to feel happy and releaxed when she used to spend her time by knowing small things makes a person happy why
she used to ask questions to herself
deep in her mind
The fragrance of home made bottles of perfumes why it smell feels refreshing
Busy and noisy mornings of children rushing to schools
Students rushing to colleges
With holding lunch boxes in their hand and turning so say byee to their parents
Beautiful evenings makes them happy
Quite and peacefull nights with more silence.
In that silence you can hear a voice who is saying for help to save him bleeding with blood and about to die that time you come to know life is too short when you woke up u come to know that it was a your imagination taking place your imagining things that had Neven happend infront of your eyes
#everyone
#review
#poem
#Neelofar
Everyday sitting in a balcony she observed the furious changes in the day to day life by
Understanding and noticing the thinks taking place
Flowers stars to blossom in the morning and evenings why?she used to be very curious about knowing this things
Nature is so beautiful she thinks and feels that too
The air that goes from her face and she used to feel happy and releaxed when she used to spend her time by knowing small things makes a person happy why
she used to ask questions to herself
deep in her mind
The fragrance of home made bottles of perfumes why it smell feels refreshing
Busy and noisy mornings of children rushing to schools
Students rushing to colleges
With holding lunch boxes in their hand and turning so say byee to their parents
Beautiful evenings makes them happy
Quite and peacefull nights with more silence.
In that silence you can hear a voice who is saying for help to save him bleeding with blood and about to die that time you come to know life is too short when you woke up u come to know that it was a your imagination taking place your imagining things that had Neven happend infront of your eyes
#everyone
#review
#poem
#Neelofar
A FATHER THROUGH THE EYES OF HIS
DAUGHTER
The signs of grief and pain,
Eyes which had deep insights of vein.
Leaning over a stick,
Walking with vexation,
I held his hands,
Which were shivering with agitation.
Tears rolled down his eyes,
Gestures turned generous.
Made me cry too,
Finding him voracious.
Trembling due to icy cold,
Extremely feeble and week,
He had nothing to say,
All his hopes were bleak.
Wearing torn pants,
And merely a cotton shirt,
His bare feet were,
Covered with filth and dirt.
His pensive state,
Simply signified his agony,
His life seemed nothing,
But a mere story of melancholy.
I don't know why,
What happened to me then.
I became empathetic,
Meeting this old man.
I asked him his address,
He replied nothing.
The picture was clearer,
He had lost everything.
I took him to my home,
Where I lived alone.
I made him seated,
He cried in a low moan.
I asked him,
The cause of his pathetic condition.
He simply gave a deep smile,
Tears in addition.
This reminded me of my past,
When I quarrelled with him for no reason.
And that, leaving deep impact on him,
Left him in bitter season.
This made him leave,
His own home forever.
With a resolute decision,
Which made him return never.
Recalling those days,
I heaved a deep sigh.
But unable to control,
Those days made me cry.
Anyway, I talked with this old man,
Waiting for his reaction,
But, I was surprised to see him,
Speaking through actions.
That instant, I realised,
The man is dumb and so was my father.
The moment left me dumb,
I was his only daughter.
His one hand in my hand,
Other on my head.
The day completely changed,
Me, My emotions, and My life ahead.
#review #poetry #poem
#yatin #everyone
DAUGHTER
The signs of grief and pain,
Eyes which had deep insights of vein.
Leaning over a stick,
Walking with vexation,
I held his hands,
Which were shivering with agitation.
Tears rolled down his eyes,
Gestures turned generous.
Made me cry too,
Finding him voracious.
Trembling due to icy cold,
Extremely feeble and week,
He had nothing to say,
All his hopes were bleak.
Wearing torn pants,
And merely a cotton shirt,
His bare feet were,
Covered with filth and dirt.
His pensive state,
Simply signified his agony,
His life seemed nothing,
But a mere story of melancholy.
I don't know why,
What happened to me then.
I became empathetic,
Meeting this old man.
I asked him his address,
He replied nothing.
The picture was clearer,
He had lost everything.
I took him to my home,
Where I lived alone.
I made him seated,
He cried in a low moan.
I asked him,
The cause of his pathetic condition.
He simply gave a deep smile,
Tears in addition.
This reminded me of my past,
When I quarrelled with him for no reason.
And that, leaving deep impact on him,
Left him in bitter season.
This made him leave,
His own home forever.
With a resolute decision,
Which made him return never.
Recalling those days,
I heaved a deep sigh.
But unable to control,
Those days made me cry.
Anyway, I talked with this old man,
Waiting for his reaction,
But, I was surprised to see him,
Speaking through actions.
That instant, I realised,
The man is dumb and so was my father.
The moment left me dumb,
I was his only daughter.
His one hand in my hand,
Other on my head.
The day completely changed,
Me, My emotions, and My life ahead.
#review #poetry #poem
#yatin #everyone
Peniaphobia (vol.2)
Is it that we the poor masses are scum of the earth? Peniaphobia!
I believe that even , if it is as few as one or two ways, we too contribute our quota to this society, why then should the rich use their wealth to oppress the poor!. The way the rich are endowed with the means we lack, I'm sure we too are endowed with the abilities the rich lack too Brilliant!!! God is not biasis in distributing his bounties
But is it a sin if someone do not have money? Of course is not a sin but then not everybody will be rich. Some will not have at their teenage age till they get to the elder age. What about those elders that I know but are still poor? It is God that is distributing it as he want, the world is fill of mysteries since we do not know our destiny, we need to work hard while we are still young so that we can relax when grow old and eat whatever we want in a golden plates and if eventually we don't become rich, when we should accept our destiny but first let work hard now..... Peniaphobia
Destiny? Just like that? Is there still anything like destiny these days? . Absolutely there is because our fortunes has been predestined from heaven but do not think destiny is working against you work hard first.....
Say no to peniaphobia!
Say no to miserliness!
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#Simi
Is it that we the poor masses are scum of the earth? Peniaphobia!
I believe that even , if it is as few as one or two ways, we too contribute our quota to this society, why then should the rich use their wealth to oppress the poor!. The way the rich are endowed with the means we lack, I'm sure we too are endowed with the abilities the rich lack too Brilliant!!! God is not biasis in distributing his bounties
But is it a sin if someone do not have money? Of course is not a sin but then not everybody will be rich. Some will not have at their teenage age till they get to the elder age. What about those elders that I know but are still poor? It is God that is distributing it as he want, the world is fill of mysteries since we do not know our destiny, we need to work hard while we are still young so that we can relax when grow old and eat whatever we want in a golden plates and if eventually we don't become rich, when we should accept our destiny but first let work hard now..... Peniaphobia
Destiny? Just like that? Is there still anything like destiny these days? . Absolutely there is because our fortunes has been predestined from heaven but do not think destiny is working against you work hard first.....
Say no to peniaphobia!
Say no to miserliness!
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Random Thoughts, Inc.
'Til we meet again, dear friend
You show me your face
As clear as the pure air at night
Calm
Quiet
Soft breeze
Leaves falling
Heart's feeling
Warm... sudden warmth
I hear voices from years ago
I hope voices from years to come.
A gaze of amber shades
Break through time
Smiles and sighs
The sight of your eyes
I see on the moon.
My dearest friend
My longest dream
My loneliest night.
You came
And time ceased.
You were
You are
You will be...
You came
And never leaved.
The owl
The wind
The trees.
The kind of music I enjoy
The presence that brings me joy...
You and I
How fragile life is
How strong a bond is
Neverending smile
A glimpse to eternity
In the deep of your eyes.
I didn't notice
The cold, the chill
of this melancholy night
Until aurora hugged me
With this freezing warmth
Whispering birds
Chant of a newborn morning
Flowing memories of you.
Still smiling.
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Author's Note:
What do you think
the poet tried to say...?
In the case of my poem, I just want to know what readers perceive about the images in the poem itself: What the words and verses are telling you, telling to your heart, what they are evocating.
I'm not looking for any kind of correction, but perception, instead.
#JaguarDorado#JaguarDorado
'Til we meet again, dear friend
You show me your face
As clear as the pure air at night
Calm
Quiet
Soft breeze
Leaves falling
Heart's feeling
Warm... sudden warmth
I hear voices from years ago
I hope voices from years to come.
A gaze of amber shades
Break through time
Smiles and sighs
The sight of your eyes
I see on the moon.
My dearest friend
My longest dream
My loneliest night.
You came
And time ceased.
You were
You are
You will be...
You came
And never leaved.
The owl
The wind
The trees.
The kind of music I enjoy
The presence that brings me joy...
You and I
How fragile life is
How strong a bond is
Neverending smile
A glimpse to eternity
In the deep of your eyes.
I didn't notice
The cold, the chill
of this melancholy night
Until aurora hugged me
With this freezing warmth
Whispering birds
Chant of a newborn morning
Flowing memories of you.
Still smiling.
#Poem#Poem
#Poetry#Poetry
#Review#Review
#Everyone#Everyone
Author's Note:
What do you think
the poet tried to say...?
In the case of my poem, I just want to know what readers perceive about the images in the poem itself: What the words and verses are telling you, telling to your heart, what they are evocating.
I'm not looking for any kind of correction, but perception, instead.
#JaguarDorado#JaguarDorado
The Pandemic of Ego
Swooned by the intolerance,
tears pearled as they rolled.
Noxious it was with ignorance,
my heart cried out hinting disaster.
Thwarted were their endeavors,
humans thought!
Your ego turned into aggressors,
I restate!
Can the delusions be with held
and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,
could it go away from life?
Questions unresolved in time,
panic strikes as the death nears.
Theories crack a wine,
but the mystery remains alive.
Doomsday is it? The pandemic?
Humans questioned!
Ask the creator, whose mind is feculent
I demanded!
Can the delusions be with held
and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,
could it go away from life?
Inklings left behind ignored,
and seedlings of wrath rooted.
Like the fiery waves ashore,
granted I was taken to adhere!
Any way out of this cobweb of pain?
humans asked!
Shower me love like a drizzled rain,
you will get my magical shade.
Delusions reach the dead end,
as you turn into a good Samaritan.
Never to be seen again till the end,
as I erased the creature forever!
Excerpt
We all are going through a tough time. Reality is harsh with the disease being violent and deadly. Any disaster that emerges is due to the imbalance in the ecosystem. We humans have taken our Mother Earth for granted since ages with a feeling of “Why should I care?” There could be a possibility that karma has been reverted back due to the ignorance uprooted. This poem is my thoughts over this situation, and how the Nature converses about the problems caused.
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Swooned by the intolerance,
tears pearled as they rolled.
Noxious it was with ignorance,
my heart cried out hinting disaster.
Thwarted were their endeavors,
humans thought!
Your ego turned into aggressors,
I restate!
Can the delusions be with held
and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,
could it go away from life?
Questions unresolved in time,
panic strikes as the death nears.
Theories crack a wine,
but the mystery remains alive.
Doomsday is it? The pandemic?
Humans questioned!
Ask the creator, whose mind is feculent
I demanded!
Can the delusions be with held
and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,
could it go away from life?
Inklings left behind ignored,
and seedlings of wrath rooted.
Like the fiery waves ashore,
granted I was taken to adhere!
Any way out of this cobweb of pain?
humans asked!
Shower me love like a drizzled rain,
you will get my magical shade.
Delusions reach the dead end,
as you turn into a good Samaritan.
Never to be seen again till the end,
as I erased the creature forever!
Excerpt
We all are going through a tough time. Reality is harsh with the disease being violent and deadly. Any disaster that emerges is due to the imbalance in the ecosystem. We humans have taken our Mother Earth for granted since ages with a feeling of “Why should I care?” There could be a possibility that karma has been reverted back due to the ignorance uprooted. This poem is my thoughts over this situation, and how the Nature converses about the problems caused.
#suan
#poem #poetry #nature #motivation #life
#review
Spilled Ink
There is an urgency for critical analysis of layers of this energy hungry tissues, one over another placed in a way to explore something different everytime the world needs to be moved.
This composite structure made up with very elements of this planet, dragged through the consequences of do’s and don’ts of our own ancestors.
Reaching here at a point of numerous theories to strive meanings out of this existence.
Learning and taking actions, creating situations for our children to get dragged through the consequences of it.
We are the ancestors of the days ahead.
Spilled ink in the book of evolution.
#everyone
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#quote
#sagr
There is an urgency for critical analysis of layers of this energy hungry tissues, one over another placed in a way to explore something different everytime the world needs to be moved.
This composite structure made up with very elements of this planet, dragged through the consequences of do’s and don’ts of our own ancestors.
Reaching here at a point of numerous theories to strive meanings out of this existence.
Learning and taking actions, creating situations for our children to get dragged through the consequences of it.
We are the ancestors of the days ahead.
Spilled ink in the book of evolution.
#everyone
#review
#quote
#sagr
Void-in or in void?
Since the ancient times from the start of an evolving aqua organism, till the day in the middle of the transforming and evolving society. And ahead till the eternity or extinction, we, the civilised mortal entities are wandering in between numerous theories and beliefs.
The religious blindness where creatures are battling for their beliefs to get sanctioned throughout this tiny planet.
And on the other hand atheists who’s denial to belief is a cult in its own way.
The chase towards advancement and progression is fashionable. And updating mentality is what society lust after.
Conquering lands are past clock now, conquering minds are innovations.
Philosophies after philosophies has raised us over thousands of years, giving various meanings to- what we eagerly want to believe.
Not knowing we were never set free in our way of defining actuality.
The incomplete unexplored paths of humanness or more than the human doings,
The roads never taken or never will be,
The skies reached ignoring whats beneath it.
The depths explored, but not true in depth
The advancements are so advance, it binds us from adding more to it.
It feels so fast, but its the same.
The time was and is time, but consuming got rapid. Where are we going?
“Nihilism is a natural consequence of a culture or civilization ruled and regulated by categories that mask manipulation, mastery and domination of peoples and nature.” -Cornel West
#everyone
#review
#thoughts
#sagr
Since the ancient times from the start of an evolving aqua organism, till the day in the middle of the transforming and evolving society. And ahead till the eternity or extinction, we, the civilised mortal entities are wandering in between numerous theories and beliefs.
The religious blindness where creatures are battling for their beliefs to get sanctioned throughout this tiny planet.
And on the other hand atheists who’s denial to belief is a cult in its own way.
The chase towards advancement and progression is fashionable. And updating mentality is what society lust after.
Conquering lands are past clock now, conquering minds are innovations.
Philosophies after philosophies has raised us over thousands of years, giving various meanings to- what we eagerly want to believe.
Not knowing we were never set free in our way of defining actuality.
The incomplete unexplored paths of humanness or more than the human doings,
The roads never taken or never will be,
The skies reached ignoring whats beneath it.
The depths explored, but not true in depth
The advancements are so advance, it binds us from adding more to it.
It feels so fast, but its the same.
The time was and is time, but consuming got rapid. Where are we going?
“Nihilism is a natural consequence of a culture or civilization ruled and regulated by categories that mask manipulation, mastery and domination of peoples and nature.” -Cornel West
#everyone
#review
#thoughts
#sagr
DEAR FATHER, NOT DADDY
Oops! We could not stop it all till it got burnt to ashes.
It bitters me to know every of the counting
number of our recent age is made filled with tears
You took away her voice, you made her silent
unconsciously, yet her endurance never quench neither do her prays does!.
If she could write a story,It would be the greatest ever told.
She learnt how to cry from words and flashback not just the pains you caused her. Hope taste like a cup of Garri in the morning to a woman who deserves glitters if not gold. we once thought it was all her doing, Age speaks and clarified the wrong thought we grew up with.
Dear daddy becomes beware of wilds dogs! Even
Dear father becomes we can do this afar
Any woman can have a low voice but every woman can't beat your voice, you took her for granted. Yes!
She speaks, she did at the top of her voice but she wasn't heard by anyone....
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Oops! We could not stop it all till it got burnt to ashes.
It bitters me to know every of the counting
number of our recent age is made filled with tears
You took away her voice, you made her silent
unconsciously, yet her endurance never quench neither do her prays does!.
If she could write a story,It would be the greatest ever told.
She learnt how to cry from words and flashback not just the pains you caused her. Hope taste like a cup of Garri in the morning to a woman who deserves glitters if not gold. we once thought it was all her doing, Age speaks and clarified the wrong thought we grew up with.
Dear daddy becomes beware of wilds dogs! Even
Dear father becomes we can do this afar
Any woman can have a low voice but every woman can't beat your voice, you took her for granted. Yes!
She speaks, she did at the top of her voice but she wasn't heard by anyone....
#everyone
#review
#thoughts
#thesimi