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My way to you

My Way To You I tell my tale A traveller lost On twisted roads that lead astray No lights to guide; On soggy nights, The dull moon; The sad rains The agonies endured No tonic for the pain O destiny, where did you hide Among desperate cries; among flickering flames To silent skies, a question raised Did I not submit? To all your ways A lightning heard; an answer paved On flesh so pure; I saw my way It was your face; it had such grace, surely an ace Do I deserve; such a place? My way to you I did

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

Poetry

A home away from home.                        On a brilliant chariot Driven by Heavenly messengers, Stacked with divine rapture, quietly thumped on my lawn entryway Composition of Elysium presented individually Empyrean drifted Immaculate welkin came to meet me, toward the beginning of the day hours Calling out to me floundering and mishandling I inquired, "Is it my turn today"? With a heavenly quiet, HE gestured Bang of a windowpane birched against it I staggered, anguished I felt and with esca

"Whispers of the Unseen Tapestry"

In realms unseen, where dreams take flight, A tapestry woven with celestial light, Whispers of stars and secrets untold, A symphony of wonders, yet to unfold. Beneath the moon's ethereal glow, Where time stands still, and galaxies flow, Unveiling mysteries, both strange and rare, An enigmatic dance in cosmic air. Ethereal beings, with wings unfurled, Guardians of realms, ancient and surreal, They navigate through dimensions unseen, Where imagination reigns, vibrant and keen. In this realm of bou

Surrender.

Lights were out, she curled up in bed Against her will, her mind flooded with memories In the quiet night, she could hear her silent cries She shivered and her heart ached The sky was as black as soot, not a ray of sunlight Mixed feelings in an endless loop, like the figure of eight It took bravery to say goodbyes when feelings died. With the passing of time, she was pacified Time was all it took to mend the heart-or what was left of it Muscular yet fragile, like a poorly wired circuit So it was

Joyous Sunday

The bells of Sunday ring With a joy that's all their own, And the birds in the trees above Seem to join in the song. The sun is shining bright, And the air is fresh and sweet, And the sky is a cloudless blue, And the world is at its feet. The children are out to play, And the flowers are in bloom, And the world is a happy place On this joyous Sunday morning. The cares of the week are gone, And the heart is light and free, And the soul is filled with peace On this joyous Sunday.

Speak to me

Speak to me, my love, with words that flow Like a gentle stream, soft and slow Tell me of your hopes and dreams, Of all the things that make you gleam Speak to me, my love, and pour out your heart Let the words you say be a work of art Let them be a beacon of light, Guiding us through the darkest night So speak to me, my love, and let your voice be clear For it is the sound that I hold dear It is the sound that brings me peace, The sound that brings me to my knees Speak to me, my love, and let y

Poetry

In the Whirlwind Of Love by Queen

My anxiety

Some challenges lead us to anxiety but we survive

TRUE MASK OF POLITICIAN

Talks about what politicians live for in a third world countries

MASK

She is sad, She is depressed She is lost, She is scared..... But everything stays behind that mask.... The mask of a happy, lively child Who smiles everytime With a life full of rainbows And not a shade of grey And then comes that time, When she is all alone, Locked in her personal hell Slowly removing her mask, She cries, she screams, she bawl Until she sleeps No one can understand, They will never But sometimes she wishes That they can feel, That all these smiles are fake, That her eyes had lo

Castle on the Cloud

034 Agony is the description of my life, a word that's my everyday's companion. My sleeves are always wet, not because of the water nor rain, but of my overflowing tears. But I seldom dreamed of a castle on the clouds. There, I have someone to hug me when I'm afraid. There are foods to eat when my stomach's grumbling. There are blankets to warm me during the night. At the castle on the clouds, I was not hurt. I don't have bruises nor wounds. I don't have dirt nor molds. I don't have an empty sto

Poetry

A great poetry of Parveen shaker and Faraz .

God's Blessing

A gift of grace, a blessing divine From God's own hand, a love so kind A source of joy, a hope that's true A blessing from God, just for you A chance to start, a chance to grow A chance to learn, a chance to know A chance to live, a chance to thrive A chance to find, a chance to strive A chance to love, a chance to share A chance to give, a chance to care A chance to heal, a chance to mend A chance to find, a chance to blend A chance to trust, a chance to believe A chance to find, a chance to re

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

Hell’s Angel

I fell like tears on a rainy day Down to my doom and awakening Enlightened with feelings afresh and motives anew I have now evolved into self discovery Broken and reformed into a masterpiece One Pablo would be proud of It is in this new form that I dare to challenge all boundaries and conformity for I have met with the bulls eyes I’ll indulge you once or twice But where were you before my rebirth

Title: Embracing My Passions Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

the explore of passions that light up my life and inspiration.I have discovered a world of self-expression and comforts. poetry is to express depths of my emotions, thought. And I Enjoy of playing badminton. Books enhance my vocabulary, imagination and inspiration, learning and Movies are my comforters, providing solace teach me about life, I find solace in the embrace of music.transport me to a serene sea, where I can sit on the sand and let my imagination free, comforting me.

شام جو هي پهر

شام جو هي پهر Evening poetry in sindhi #sindhipoetry555

RESPECT

Don't command respect but persuade respect. Don't disregard it but appreciate it. Don't take it for granted but rather take it as a privilege and value it . Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be oppressed. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be taken as a fool. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be used as a slave. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be treated as trash. Respect they say is reciprocal ,believe and accept the fact. Don't always exact aggr

I'm just one (poetry)

They say I'm two, but I'm just one, A mystery to unravel, yet to be undone. I stand before them, flesh and bone, But they see two, a duality unknown. They question my existence, my very being, As if two souls within me are disagreeing. But I assure them, with every breath I take, That I am one, my heart and soul at stake. They point to my contradictions, my every flaw, As if two personas within me are at war. But I tell them, with every word I speak, That I am one, my identity not weak. For I am