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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.

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

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Toxic Moon

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only if the moon was a forest

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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

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

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Silent Echoes

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Homelands

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Short poem

Rain drops with a desire To wash away some undesires... The cold wind flows as it has no destination Touches our soul with a sweet shiver.... Thunders struck with flash Unraveling the darkness around.... Clouds mingle with each other Creating a grey canvas of an unknown artist.... The environment dances without any tune Making our mind and thoughts sway with it....

Stay

I hope you stay with me, until the very end. be true to me and don’t make pretend. like the bamboo who stand and bend— we will never break, we will never meet an end.

A FRIEND INDEED

Tells you he will forever stay true to you, But in reality, stays until through with you. Takes from your thirsty soul that cup of water, Pours it into his over flowing well. Takes your last coin, Makes up for the ninety nine he has. Takes your secret, Keeps it with the wind. Takes the thirty pieces of silver, Gives you in with a kiss. Takes it all from you, Leaving you so in need.

ANHEDONIA

In this condition a person is totally shuttered and he often feels uneasy in a pleasant situation.

The Crow and me

This poem consists of two parts. The first one was written nearly in 2008th