Baskadia

Happy Things

I sometimes think about how a lot of people don't write about happy things Including me sometimes Then I wonder Why a lot of them easily hold onto bad things Especially the one's that are so deep Why does happiness seem so slippery That a lot of people don't hold onto it It can be so deep But why does the world make it look so shallow I guess we should never really forget the bad things But we should also never forget the happy things I once heard that there are no scars for happiness In a way,

When did I?

When did I lose myself? Was it when I was told their dreams were mine? Or was it when I was gonna die? Was it when I came to exist? Or when I questioned why do I exist? The day I looked upto admire someone, That day I realised what wasn't mine, My aim in life wasn't minr, Because I've been a naive little child. The show, is it really mine? Or am I a puppet in this being ruled by people behind? If I break the strings, Will I still be alive? Or will I be dead, And be refined with a knife? I am pil

God’s Knife

New poem for you...

Nelson Mandela Speaks :

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

You Can Win

“winners see the gain; losers see the pain.” ... “Winners dont do different things, they do things differently” ... “Under Adverse conditions - some people break down, some break records” ... “If you think you can - you can!” ... “Winner dont do different but they do differently”

TRUE FRIEND

A true friend is suppose to be a friend indeed.so why backbite her cos you wanna hurt her. Why allowing yourself get overwhelm with jealousy cos you think ,yeah you think and feel that you can't attain the same height as her. Why allow hatred penetrate your heart cos you have enveloped it with envy. Have you forgotten that envy makes the bone to get rotten. Remember, there is a proverb that says,"A friend in need is a friend indeed". 'Don't you know ,that friend of yours can be an elevator

ALL HUMANS - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

All humans on earth are one

The society

A society created for order. All wars have been settled and there is peace. Only clear skies ahead for this community. But that is not how it goes. In the so called order, there is chaos. In the proclaimed peace there is conflict. Within this society there is division, And all are not united. A society should be either white or black, But there is a plethora of grey. Good and evil, mix together till they are indistinguishable. The society can never be perfect, It can never be truly clean.

"A Bright Spark In The Bleak Sky"

Inspired by Lana Del Rey's music & stuff💙 Written on 03.07.2021

freedom of choice

Freedom of choice I want to develop and fly like a bird, fly so high that only sky will be my limit. Penetrates the clouds without any permit and return to the land as I pleases. I want to be flexible like a waving flag. I want to move in all direction with ease and current of my movement will be natural, but in contrast to flag I will be my own pilot. I want be visible like a flag when I please and disappear in the clouds like a bird if I desire. I want to live in the edge of no danger but fall

WHY ?

This poem is about a person who is not with me, but her memories are always with me.

An Empty Girl

Poem of the day...

When I Hold You

When I hold you, the world grows calm, In your arms, everything turns gentle, The day's turmoil softens, a soothing balm, And I find refuge in your temple. Your embrace, a precious remedy, Against the troubles of daily grind, A tender haven, where love's the key, Where only peace and solace we find. When I hold you, I feel so strong, In this cocoon of tenderness, Worries dissolve, they're proven wrong, For near you, there's only readiness. It's in these moments, simple and true, That I find sola

Toxic Moon

001 The Moon's serene light cascaded upon my being, creating illusions of my deepest desire. To be on its embrace is what I kept on wishing, but it was ruthless and won't look to what thing I'm eager. The roses exuded enthralling fragrance, but its thorns are like poison, painful and unfeeling. In every hidden and simple glance, lies inside are my turmoil and grueling. I desire to be in the Moon's embrace, but what I got are all endless pain. I conspire to be with the Moon's grace, but what I go

only if the moon was a forest

~ if only the moon was a forest, the moonwalkers could get the sharp - edged stones pricked in their sensitive feets, but with the swishing sensation of the crumpled yellowish leaves, the feets get the touch of the quietened subtlety. the humming and murmuring of birds have the force to wake up the burried sentences being intricated with the silky strands filled up with sugary nectar sucked up by the butterflies residing inside the abdomen which on consuming evokes the feelings of slightly crunc

A letter from South Africa

Love is amazing. Love is MIRACLE. Even though you closed your eyes, you still can see the beauty of love

Urdu Ghazal

Sab khasara hua hai mujhe,, Gam tumhaara hua hai mujhe!! سب خسارا ہوا ہے مجھے،، غم تمہارا ہوا ہے مجھے!! Ban raha wo hayaa aur ki,, Jo utaaraa hua hai mujhe!! بن رہا وہ حیا اور کی،، جو اتارا ہوا ہے مجھے!! Hairatii Dar khushi se hai aur,, Gam sanvaaraa hua hai mujhe!! حیرتی ڈر خوسی سے ہے اور،، غم سنوارا ہوا ہے مجھے!! Saaz o saamaan rakh baand kar,, Kuch ishaara hua hai mujhe!! ساز و سامان رکھ باندھ کر،، کچھ اشارا ہوا ہے مجھے!! Ab hua hai wo aashiq mera, Ab wo haaraa hua hai mujhe!! اب ہوا ہے وہ عا

When you get grey hairs

When you get old, the way time flies

Guard your peace

Learn to speak the truth so that you guard your peace. Be honest with your diagnosis so that you may heal. Don’t conceal rather reveal because that seed consist weed. Our hearts are loamy and that weed will bloom. Compromise but you must know how to prioritize. Guard your heart and protect your mind. on red flags don’t turn a blind eye, and don’t pretend if something is not alright. Consult your conscious for consent before you conduct your inner peace and actions should not collide. Your organe

What do we forgot, when we found, we’re not

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