Trying something other than poetry. This one is a long read, hope you bear with me as for most it would have very less context but the underlying truth is same for all as if WWIII happens, it will be over water.
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Revelation
Posting after a long time. A poem that we all can relate to. Hope to provide a good read
A turn..
A new turn. I took a new turn, took a new lane. Took a path, dared the unknown treading a new terrain. It was a new song in the same old player! Took a long breath after a dead stare… A new season maybe! A new life that’s less hazy. A new turn maybe of …
A Cry….
Our world needs to safe for everyone, women in particular. It's a species duty to support, save and nourish each other, instead of snatching and tearing out the minds and bodies of a human being under the influence of a sexual urge.
A Story from a Song
had nothing to write , just a passive effort ..... Posting after along break.....
HATRED
Hatred, such a potent force! Always among us, it has no remorse. It has no remorse for its cruelty, Neither can it feel pain, Nor does it subsides it brutality. For centuries has it bonded men together. Innocents from all race and religion got slaughtered. Its calling is clear as the " Fat boy's" …
Something like a poem
I once wrote, once wrote something , something like a poem I wrote the thoughts that cluttered my mind, and the voices without faces, whom i could never find. I once wrote something , something like a poem. Tried but failed, to jot a few lines. The irony in the face of my agony, …
Democracy
Democracy, it’s a truth, a mystery, Always befallen by your majesty Spending days without a piece of bread in my belly You being the “Duchess”, living in your aristocracy. Always the righteous, oh! You democracy. As I walked down the pavement, of your self-proclaimed generosity. As I look up towards the "Antilla", and stumbling …
THE Stroll
As she takes a stroll, a stroll down the memory lane, she walked passed a shabby man. In his ragged clothes, he looked liked filth. His gazing eyes, there were questions in it. His face seemed familiar, she thought; The questions were for her, she understood. As she walked further, a little further down the …
Broken Heart and a Cigarette Butt
She was there, gaping up above Up above into the night sky. With thousand thoughts, Filled with agony and aghast, There she sat, with a broken heart. Lonely as the stars, did she feel; Nudging her skin was the breezy chill. Riddled were …
