Once upon a day, in another time Grandpa thought there was only truth. No rogues, charlatans and crime And philosophers like Socrates in sooth, An
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A Mug of Ambrosia
A mug of ambrosia, brown dark and bubbly A layer of foaming cream floating on top The aroma wafts in as it comes humbly Go
Flight to Fantasy
I wish I could delve into a reverie, And be free to do whatever I wanted, Instead of being stuck in the misery, Of a
Agony of One Night
Lonely stars searching for happiness afar On the black blanket of sky where life is lost Fractured emotions, bleeding feelings & scars Dying silent deaths
Draped Dreams
As soon as the drapes of both eyelashes drop The red curtains of the stage slowly rises An excited troupe rush along with their prop,
The Admirers
I’ve got a massive fan page, millions follow I’m the master, towards me their faces twirl Call them my children, upon me, they wallow I
Melody of Nature
Sounds of nature, panacea to my pains Incessant subtle rustling of the spring leaves Melody of the dancing drops of the rains Joyous Chirping birds,
The Dead Tree
Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! they all sang the song of death, Swinging away at the trees their axes shone, Every single tree they hacked with
Thought for the Moment
There’s a lot distraction that comes in the way Of fantasies that we sprint and chase after On the road of that we want to
Never Give Up
Fatalities, accept benevolently. Wrecked heart fixes vision to reality. Change is imperative, accept gracefully. Patience helps to change you in totality. Accomplish targets and dreams
Spellbinders
How politicians of all colors and hues Speak in many tongues and walk in many gaits Promises many they make to clear all dues Fishing
Little Boy
The sirens blared, then stopped and started once more, The city Hiroshima fearfully teeters, When finally the plane Enola Gay tore, The sky- releasing from
O Evening!
As I sat by the gurgling brook one evening The brisk breeze carried a song, melancholy I wondered if it was a lover grieving; The
The Parched Body & Soul
When the inky-black clouds rumbled and thundered; And the lightning struck terror inside and out, Parched body and soul, with jumbo joy, raptured In hope
Wild Flowers
I sat down to draw the flowers that grow wild Beside the old broken pipe that waters them My pencil poised, one of them I
Disrupted Speech
I stutter and stammer right from my childhood, Not all, but a few words do come out unclear. Suppress my voice and shun, do you
Why the Discrimination?
From the same ambrosial fluids, I emerge As do others genders of human species Yet, in prejudice against me, there’s a surge Even though sexism
Muchas Gracias
Birthdays are the days to feel the gratitude, to thank the universe to give us a chance of being human with diverse attitude to upskill