Do You?

I can feel you, when I watch the sunlight glimmer, over the sea, when the moonbeams shimmer, over the stream. I can hear you, when the dust swirls high with a traveler passes by, when the nightingale sings with a lovely tilted eye. Strolling with my veiled steps, Into the twilight’s bright path, Echoed within thousands…

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On Trial–(A Satire)

Welcome to the Supreme Court of Humanity! We welcome the bravests among us to file lawsuits, But first we must warn you the rules absolute: Safety and acceptance are always pre-exclude, Appraisal, opprobrium shouldn’t catch you out of blue. Tell us your distress and ordeals, we will put you on the auto trials, In front…

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A Love Mission

At last, the creator speaks: My child, To recognise happiness you must first suffer, To understand humanity you must first stagger, To acquire compassion you must first in tear, To encourage bravery you must first meet tiger, Then we will see you climb this magic ladder, to embrace your eternal lover, and spread your lights…

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Choose You And I

Sometimes, synchronicity does the strangest thing to us, what it is that meets the eyes? A spark of recognition, A strange familiarity, And perhaps, precisely a soul’s clandestine honesty. I’ve been peeking behind moonbeams, chasing behind hazy dreams, And still, I’m searching for a true gold, risking all the tokens I once behold. I’ve lost…

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The Fantasy World

Poetry is a fantasy world, but I am incapable of appreciating some complicated words, for I have neither patience nor intelligence, for the vague and fake. too aloof, I’d save myself the grief. All night long, I’d rather hear the sleepers toss Between the darkened window and the wall. The madman’s whimper and the lover’s…

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What Do I Have?

What do I have? I asked myself…… Oh, I see, A name to utter, A birthday to remember, A profession to flatter, Some pains to suffer, Some memories to torture, Some rewards to pleasure, Some paths to stagger, Some talents to flower, Some strength to order. And, Some youth to squander, Some truth to decipher.…

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Empty Notebook

My notebook has remained blank for months My words have deserted its oath ever since thanks to the light showered around me, I have no use  for my pen, which lies  languorously without grief.  Nothing is better than to live  a storyless life that needs  no writing for meaning—  And when I am gone, let others…

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Youth, Still?

Between wheat-field and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between tundra and savannah, Where’s my lost youth? Tell it me, Good Madams! And now within itself the truth’s imprisoned As if it had never opened out: unknown Those blessed moments, when it shone As bright as the angelic galaxy lovingly shown And remorse, reproach, and irritation, frown…

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Heading Home

Bid me be silent, bid me to conceal, Secrecy has been a duty to me. I could reveal my heart absolute, But Fate doesn’t wish it to be. The sun’s bright path, outshining my delicate sorrow, Dark nights fade away, delivering to sky another tomorrow, The marble stone cracking exposed its magnificence at last, And yields…

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