Bilal Raja

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  • Ravi A Ravi A (1/26/2009 12:24:00 PM)

    'Love Killed'- Penning down the oppressive and depressive feelings of the world in my opinion doesn't constitute good poetry. Then, what is the difference between a poet and a layman? A good poet has to serve a good guide for the world. When there are so many themes for the poets to handle, to show the world the light of optimism, poets should not become a bundle of nerves like this. Kindly go through my three poems under Ravi Panamanna. Also search for my poetry at www.poetriesonline.com under the name 'Ravi'.

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  • Randy Briggs (1/21/2009 2:36:00 PM)

    'Potential turns to waste'

    Often this is how I feel. I try and try but never to the fullest I know I am capable of being. This rots me inside until I realize (or moreover remember) that man is lazy, all of man, and somehow as I am sitting with my wine staring at the moon whilst it rises full blown from the east I can be more satisfied than those with millions and those who don't have the wisdom to love and understand others.

    Good poetry, keep writing.

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  • James Bennett (1/21/2009 10:29:00 AM)

    Of your poems I like this the best :)

    Only thing i would chage would be from:
    'And now you must do the same' to 'Now you too must do the same' (for some reason it fits better in my head) But that's just my opinion :)

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Best Poem of Bilal Raja

‘love Killed Me’

The rain disguises the tears
The smile hides the fears
The age surprises the years
I’m here to make things clear
The pain overcomes the face
The love becomes the hate
Potential turns to waste
Destiny burns to fate

No more laughter
No life after
The final chapter
The deciding factor
All the faces have left
Everything sacred I felt
Kept me taking my breath
But now I’m waiting on death

The love is concealed
The world is unreal
Hurt is how I feel
Dirt is now my meal
The naivety of youth
Searching for truth
Loyalty is ...

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Insomnia

Counting time in my mind
Look at all the things you’ll find
In my space, familiar face
Another memory gone to waste
Broken soul growing old
It has already all been told
Seeing red, being dead,
A ghost living inside my head
Energy sparks in me