I have a long lonely road for my shelter
Some kindful garbage for my food
I thank you my good God above
For being so sweetly rude
...
Love lingers in your fingers
Like the snow broths of spring
Hauntingly it injures
The sweet pain it brings
...
The trees prayed to you..
For they wanted to live..
With the water sprinkled by you..
Which no one else could give.
...
When did you ask me for my other name?
The name that came out from my pen
The name that haunts me to delight
Oh! I have another name
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To be, or not to be..
The person that you want to be
It's not the question
But a difficult choice
...
Poetry is not easy to write too often
Unless one is filled with somekind of passion
A passion for love.. or a passion of joy
An eagerness to create..or an attempt to destroy.
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Time, it's time for you to procrastinate
First, give your second a hug for free
Feel the value of your minute minute
Those hours that were meant to be ours,
...
Lets celebrate and resonate
With our best frequencies and vibes
Give a time and date
We would make it great
...
Your powers are within
Don't lose it
For momentary pleasures
One of your eyes have rested enough
...
As we tread upon life's path so long
Please remember my distant song
Never say goodbye my friend
Make sure our song never ends
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You have kept your dark side in darkness
That's why you are charming
You stay far away, out of reach
That's why you are sought for
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We seek for our freedom
Which was what we thought
Unanswered questions
Utopian ideology
...
The book of my face, has nothing written on it
But has a lot to say silently
Read it with your feelings
Although eyes can see
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I had a dream
And in my dream I dreamt of you
Dreaming about me
And as I dreamt
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Memories, hits our minds and falls apart
Like diamonds and dust
Dust laden nostalgia
On sepia brown snapshots
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Prompter! Prompter! What is wrong with me?
The lines I mugged last night, aren't coming out…!
The stage is dark.. the spotlight's on me…
Those lost lines… are what the play's all about…
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The Beggar
I have a long lonely road for my shelter
Some kindful garbage for my food
I thank you my good God above
For being so sweetly rude
Some people fling a coin
And drive into the dark
As I shake my shapeless bowl
Begging in the park.
There is so much love and passion
On the benches in the dark
But is this the love that people know
The coin or the outcast stark
Some beg for love, some beg for money,
Some beg for food, and some for being better
I beg for these like others
Then why am I called a beggar?
Your output of poems is prolific. Command of language is good. Variety of topics too, from light to serious.
On Acrostic! , I find it really great. It shows one who has the mastery of the English language. Nice cadence and meter in your lines.
To rule, you need to commit sins within a sin and be proud of them.If you falter with remorse or guilt instead, that moment you'd be dead
Sometimes words are too weak to transfer feelings...perhaps that's why we have songs and poetry
When the We and Us Replace the Me and I A team gets formed With the blink of an eye
Most of our concerns for others are similar to our good wishes for them. We claim to exclaim, but actually don't! So when you get lauded for the things you feel like getting appreciated for, keep a bucket of salt handy
One thing is for sure.Our likings are very instantaneous and subjective.We just like something or don't within a few seconds.We don't have the time to go through the journey.We decide before we embark upon it
This poem is a masterpiece! The imagery and language are stunning, and it evokes such a strong sense of wonder.....