No time for God's word—
the leather bound forgotten
volume sits lonely,
companion to cobwebs and dust
when it should be read daily...
It's My Life...
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No time for God's word—
the leather bound forgotten
volume sits lonely,
companion to cobwebs and dust
when it should be read daily...
It's My Life...
please leave me alone
let me drink joy from the cup
of my loneliness;
it is not only soothing
for the heart but gives me life !
''surrender'
surrender is sweet
when you are willing to bend
to the will of love
but surrender is bitter
when all it achieves is loss.
"family"
Here we all belong
Unity is very precious
Knowing who we are
People we completely trust
People whom we dearly love
"lost"
My friend my heart used
to be but it's my friend no
more; what has gone wrong?
my heart has totally changed
sides and speaks for you!
barbarism
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barbarism:
brutal and savage.
religious fervor the cause.
or that's what we're told.
but can we trust what we're fed?
politicians can corrupt...
time
it will spare no one
it will come and pass in haste
it is your friend but
at times more than a bitter
enemy whom you can't stop
Himalaya
The wars of sages
are all destined to travel,
to meet challanges,
on that one behemoth: Tell
tales of heaven, where gods dwell.
Einstein with his violin
thanks but u forgot to give the new topic... :)
kaleidoscope
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I take my brush, stand
watching the canvas go mad,
with blending colors,
blinding colors... I have lived
my dreams therein.
Curtains drawn back to let in the morning
Nothing can prevent
the sun's light spilling in, framed
by two closed lids.
Open your eyes, home, let me
know warm stars in the daytime.
A broken cobweb
The rest is blurry
in carefully woven mists.
It seems we cling to
vulnarability, which,
when broken, shows the world clean-cut.
Ladies' hairpins
Waved and versatile
Practical and clean looking
Changing with the times
Made of green stone or white bone
Decorated with solace
Self-cultivation