A Mini Poetry Blog
Happiness….. Not in another place, but this place; Not for another hour, but this hour; Not in sweet heaven, but this bitter earth; Not desired by stars, but this weary heart. We have wasted so much life, worried about future, dwell on past, afraid of a true self, fear of the collective. We want love,…
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Hijacked by Fate, she brought me there. I was sired and weaned in a Motherland, where I was not suppose to be, where a new identity was given, and where a wronged story began….. In a tropic world, ruled by year-round sultry summers and visited often by typhoon and storms, I knew the palm trees…
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I know I can run, but I have nowhere to hide, for my shadow will always catch up behind, unless, I’m determined to bath in the light. . . . . . Read Next: The Grand Melody Read More: Two Eternities
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Seasons come, seasons go, All day long, I can hear that souls’ echo, Calling me home. But to where? My life had been a story of survival, All my years I kept my own counsel, I’ve tasted my tears, covered by nights’ heavy pillow. I’ve tested my fears, hidden behind dawns’ soft meadow. And if…
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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? 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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I have known the silence of the sky and of the sea, And the silence of a city when it pauses, the silence of a child and a maid, And the silence of the sick when their eyes roam about the rooms, And I asked: For the sake of depth, What’s the use of language…
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Today, I heard a song makes me insecure. Today, I saw a post triggers me insane. A date, the meaningful remembrance for blessed many, and, the dreadful reminiscence for selected few. Perhaps, selected by God, or volunteered before birth. But, it makes no difference, Hell was waiting…. I did not know what hell look like,…
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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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The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love, and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed. — Jiddu Krishnamurti . Who has never eaten his bread with tears, Who has never, through night’s wretched hours, Lay on his bed and…
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At that first sight, he seems to be confident, Too much so, to the discerning eye, there harbors a thick layer of pride; he seems to be controlled, so much so, to a degree of unescapable repression; he seems to be friendly and unaffected, But what he’s really after is to be loved. One could…
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As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe . To make a confession, I have no poems proper. I found words quite foolish. For I have learned to look on nature, Not as the hour of thoughtless youth, But hearing oftentimes, the still, sad music of…
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She could be any woman at all, Somedays off-guard, all days on-guard. With her hands stroking or strangling and maybe with her intentions half-hidden. But she is as she is. Her gaze is always Distant away from its pupil, And what she’s really after is you to love her. She reflects who she is. She could…
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With all those false Ambitions, what had I done? Little with Passion, and least of all with Love; Yet they came unsought, and shocked my core. Made me all, but a fragile stranger in their world. Yet, this was not the end I did pursue, Certainly, I once beheld a nobler cause. But all is…
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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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Lily The Bird 🐦, Cheerful her chirping, Daredevil her spirit, Sometimes flirty, Sometimes lofty, Sometimes hasty, Sometimes naughty. I marveled at such a dainty creature! Lily The Bird 🐦, slightly chubby, big eyes sparkling, Utterly uninhibited, tiny head demanding, Special charm has been my Lily, Oh, please, “Serve me that Sweet milk 🥛 alongside French…
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