Baskadia

MEMOS

Darling mistress of Nirvana, One whose ecstasy brings fertility to the mourning mud. The reason of my own Had I abandoned thee To the reminent of this world? Certainly don’t agree. Let my departure Exhale no dereliction For the cause I had to upheld. The story I wish you could infer. Gregory have no say in this. The cambium of world chaos With his Catholic convey. I’m not at home with myself What is worse than death? Letting you go, what a torture. I crave for switch of fate, Where this never i

poem about brave girl

A brave girl, with heart of gold, Her spirit shining, young and bold. She faced each day, with courage and grace, Defying all odds, with a smile on her face. Her determination, unmatched by any, With every challenge, she learned to defy. Through the trials, and the tests of time, She stood tall, and made her climb. She fought for what she believed, And never once did she grieve. For she knew, she was meant to soar, To reach new heights, and so much more. Her bravery, an inspiration to us all, A

Dangling in mid-air

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Nature's Tapestry: A Love Poem

On this resplendent day so bright and fair, The azure sky a canvas for all to share. The sun, a blazing orb, doth bless and bestow, Its warmth and light on all below. The gentle breeze, a zephyr soft and mild, Doth bear the scents of blossoms undefiled. The flora, with colors bright and grand, A tribute to Nature's bounteous hand. The clouds that course and drift above, A tapestry woven by the hand of Love. The heavens bear witness true, To Nature's splendor and her sacred view. And lo, the verd

Blackbird

How sweet the harmonies of afternoon: The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams through whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly, while the Blackbird sings. How soft the love light of the West reposes On this green valley's cheery solitude, On the trim cottage with its screen of roses, And murmuring mill-race, and the wheel Its bubbling freshness—while the Blackbird sings.

Follow your heart

We all get entangle with our desires for amusement after all we only live once, and everyone dies. Happiness is a state of mind, not an actual fact. Follow what you love, but it must also love you too. Follow your heart, but don’t forget to find a home for your heart because you will be tired of chasing a clout.

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

The View From The Summit

010 Did you see that mountain's peak? It's so high and so hard to climb. I'm always behind its shadows and I'm so sick. But I am just me, So ordinary, I'm not strong. So I will not be able to climb that mountain peak. Did you see that high summit? I wonder how far my feet can take me there. But I'm just me, So mediocre, Far from strong. So I will not be able to step unto that summit. So I will just hide in its shadows, Never be able to see that sun ahead. I will just bury my self in my sorrows,

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Farewell

Shadows Within

In the depths of the soul, where shadows reside, A heavy shroud descends, a turbulent tide. A darkness that whispers, a relentless refrain, A battle unseen, a relentless, quiet pain. A weight on the heart, like a stone's somber song, A feeling that something's perpetually wrong. Days blend into nights, lost in shades of gray, The sun's gentle warmth kept at bay. But remember, dear heart, even in the darkest hour, There's a glimmer of hope, a hidden power. You're not defined by the struggles you

Dreams of imagination

Dreams of Imagination. In the depths of night, when the world is still, and the stars above, shine with a tranquil thrill. In this peaceful moment, my mind begins to roam, through memories and dreams, that I have yet to know. A world of wonder, awaits beyond the door, of my imagination, where anything is possible and more. From soaring through the clouds, to diving in the sea, my mind takes me on journeys, that set my spirit free. And in these moments, I am filled with pure delight, as I explore

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This is a poem about a woman, her beauty and stregth.

Chndrayaan3(देखो चंद्रयान आया)

This poem is based on Indian space research achievment.Chandryaan 3 This is the more important historical movement for every Indian . ISRO Indian organisation,

Valentine's poem

Valentine's gift

Life

Life, oh life, a precious gift From the moment we are born, we lift Our heads to take in new sights And learn from all the wrongs and rights A journey filled with twists and turns And moments that our soul burns Some days are bright and beautiful While others, dark and sorrowful But through it all, we must endure And learn to cherish, love, and be pure For life is fleeting, and time goes fast And we must make each moment last So let us live our lives with purpose And strive for what is truly wor

Father, my first idol

It is Poem about father. You make father as idol.

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Interesting poem

Pluto

This was inspired by my journey towards self acceptance and love.

Dry Land

If there was a someone, An island upon which to rest, I'd beach myself so gladly, From this ocean I detest, Be my refuge from the tides, They drag me under often, I wish to wake upon dry land, Marooned at daylight's dawning. If your arms are my salvation, I'll shipwreck this drowning heart, Be glad to wade through waves, To make a brand new start, There has to be a sand bar, Upon which I'll stand and view, Much better things to come, I only pray those things mean you.

Eclipse of Dreams poem

Eclipse of DreamsIn twilight's hush where shadows play, A silver veil gives birth to day, While whispers of the night retreat, Soft echoes of the stars’ heartbeat.The moon, a sentinel so bright, Beckons dreams from depths of night, A dance of light on velvet sky, Where dreams and hope in silence lie.In this serene, ephemeral space, The world finds its tender grace, As dawn’s first blush begins to sweep, A promise in the daylight deep.Yet as the sun ascends its throne, The darkness turns to whisp