Baskadia

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

WHAT DO YOU DEFINE AS PRIDE

what is pride in your perspective? cos a times you wanna be judgemental. Listen dear judge,that you call me by my name ,i wave my hands at you and don't wanna talk doesn't mean am proud. That you tap me with your hands to snap you then i felt your hands and wave my hands to say'NO' doesn't mean am proud. That i don't wanna talk at the moment you wanna talk doesn't me am proud. With all these little incident you call pride,Have i by any chance snubbed you? Remember i waved , cos in accordance

Sweet Pills Pt 1.

DISCLAIMER ⚠️⚠️⚠️: This is a self awareness poem and does not have the intention to paint any organization in bad colors. TikTok is mentioned as reference to all other social media apps and other apps that are not social in nature and I don't want to mention them due to Community Rules and Regulations. Move with caution. Be safe.

WHAT IS YOUR REWARD

you talk to tannish your neighbour's image, What's your reward? You go about people's house seeking for what you didn't keep What your reward? All because you wanna know the in and out of the person so as to use it as your topic. What's your reward? You pretend to love them but in their back you stroke them. What your reward? You pretend to be bossom friends but deep in your heart is evil What your reward? Hey, Why calling me your neighbour when envy is singing all over your body. What your rewa

REVISIT YOUR PASSION

Growing up, you had passion to do things, you were so eager about it, that you wanna pull down the roof down. The keen to achieve your dreams were so high. You were optimistic about it, You were crazily in love with it that you wanna achieve it at all cost and by all means. But now, you drawing back relenting. The enthusiasm was there, so why do you wanna tell me that all of a sudden you no longer keen for it. My dear fix some senses into your brain, come back to the realities of life.cos it your pa

I DON'T WANT

I don't wanna be an excessive talker cos a times ,i talk and dash out secret which is unhealthy. I try not to step on people's toes cos i don't wanna be involved in unnecessary argument. I take my time not to over do things cos i don't want others to get jealous and feel i wanna be the most love one. I don't wanna over give cos i don't know your motive knowing that experience they say is the best teacher cos i had engage my self into it ,with the ulterior motive in your heart you lay insults in

The pursuit of true love is betrayed by true love itself

In the dance of fate, a man's pursuit, Chasing dreams, love taking root. He sought her heart with fervent might, In the realm of day and shadows of night. Her laughter, a melody, echoed sweet, He weaved his verses, laid at her feet. Yet, destiny played a fickle game, As she wandered off, another's claim. Through the tapestry of time and tears, He watched her drift, casting off fears. Another's arms embraced what he craved, Love's illusion, from his grasp, enslaved. In the echo of silence, he sto

My letter to you

MY LETTER TO YOU🤗 Born by your loving hands and warm heart You cared for your offspring at the time when it was an infant, Took in all the misery as its parent Gave it food,shelter,resources,clothing,knowledge about the world and the people around You protected it from all harm that was coming to its way as it was still an infant You taught it to be kind,loving,carinģ to the people around even when you were stabbed in the back by its other parent that you were with in the process of its making E

AM NOT MOVED

Am not moved by what i see cos i know am definitely gonna conquer Am not moved about the circumstances that comes my way cos i know am gonna scale through . Am not moved by your irritating words cos there are better things ahead of me. Am not moved about the fancy things you put on cos my goals are beyond that. Am not moved about the insult cos it definitely not gonna add or subtract my values from me. Am not moved by your mockeries cos am appreciating you are depreciating. Am not moved by you

This is for her 😘

This poem is dedicated to someone special 😘

Love poem

In the boundless sky, our love takes flight, Stars dance in the velvet night. Moonlight whispers secrets deep, As our souls in love, forever leap. Clouds like dreams, softly drift by, In our hearts, love's eternal sigh. With every dawn, a new embrace, Our love's story, time can't erase. So let us soar on wings of love, Guided by the stars above.

COMPARISON IN RELIGION

Comparison in religion has really eaten deep in the life of every believer. I am a christian, You are a muslim, They are traditional worshippers. what are the talking and discrimination cos every religion is built up with it own doctrine,so why not mind the religion or the group you belong to. Why the competition and the comparison cos every religion has it reason to existence . Why the comparison knowing fully well that they all belief in one true God,the most high who created heavens and ear

DON'T BLAME ME

Don't blame me for being mean Don't blame for loosing my manners Don't blame me for being wicked Don't blame me,if am not a good giver anymore. Don't blame me ,if my heart is hardened. Don't blame me, if i no longer care about you. Don't blame me ,if i no longer share bonds with you. Don't blame me , if i no longer share bonds with you. Don't blame me, if i no longer respond to you the way i used to cos you caused it ,cos you know i was loyal like a servant who serves the royalties but you took

Deep line

Emotional

Poetry

In the bloom of youth, dreams take flight, A canvas of hopes, painted so bright. Eager hearts, chasing the sun, Adventure whispers, beckoning each one. Dance of laughter, in the moonlit glow, Friendships forged, like rivers that flow. In the tapestry of time, their stories unfold, Boundless potential, a tale to be told. Rebels of passion, questioning the norms, Breaking through barriers, weathering storms. In the symphony of youth, a vibrant song, Echoes of courage, resilient and strong. Yet, fl

The Blind Old Guitarist

037 Along the dirty pavement of an old city, where each dark alleys are covered with peasants begging for alms. The blind old guitarist were cramped in the corner most of the alley, gently strumming his worn guitar, creating harmonies to get some dimes. The melody travels along the cacophony of voices, masking the reality behind the poor and dark passage. The music lives behind the curtain, overlooked by their velvet and silk dresses. T'was a horrible reality where poverty is their entourage. Th

The formative power of music

Music holds enormous significance in the existences of humankind, offering a large number of advantages that range across the profound, close to home, and actual domains. It has the ability to recuperate, inspire, and give pleasure to people, everything being equal. On an otherworldly level, music can rise above language and social obstructions, interfacing individuals on a more profound level. It can summon a feeling of greatness, permitting people to encounter a higher condition of cognizance

Never again in human race

Amidst a world grasped by dread, The startling breeze of Coronavirus moved close. No differentiation made among rich and poor, As it lowered all of us, thumping at each entryway. Disarray ruled as the infection spread, Leaving no corner immaculate, no spirit unshed. The well off and strong, pushed to the brink of collapse, Understanding their fortunes couldn't get them ease. The world secured, in disengagement's hug, An aggregate work to dial back the race. Roads discharged, urban areas stopped,

The wounded soldier

Section 1: Obligation's Call In the core of a country limited by conflict, Sergeant Daniel, a committed fighter, felt the heaviness of obligation. His obligation to guarding his nation outperformed the apprehension about the front line, as he embraced the call to lay his life down for other people. Part 2: Family Ties In the midst of the sorrowful farewells, Daniel left his family at home, conscious around evening time, thinking about their appearances. His better half's quiet strength reflected

Title: The Relationship of Rich and Poor: Perceiving the Worth in One another

In our general public, there exists a complicated connection between the rich and poor people. While it might appear to be that the rich hold all the influence and assets, it is vital to recognize that both the rich and the poor depend on one another for their vocations. This paper means to investigate the association between these two gatherings, featuring how the poor add to the rich's success and how the rich, thus, support poor people. Furthermore, it accentuates that abundance isn't exclusi