I Believe In Me

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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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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Me, Today

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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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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A Love Consummation

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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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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Lily The Bird

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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