Baskadia

The bear and the two friends

Story

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

Poetry

اس کی بے وفائی عروج پہ تھی ۔ میرے سفر کا اختتام تھا ۔ وہ اورو سے ہنس کر ملتا رہا۔ میرے صبر کا امتحان تھا۔ لا علم ہو میی ہر بات سے۔ یہ تو آُس کا گمان تھا۔ ہم چل رہے تھے جس راستے۔ وہ راستہ بیابان تھا۔ اک انجان راستے میی۔ کہیی میی کھو نہ جاؤں۔ اک اجنبی کی تلاش میی ادھوری ہو نا جاؤں میی۔ پھر یوں ہوا ۔ میی چپ رہی۔ کیے فاصلے ۔ پھر دوریاں۔۔ کوئی مخلص نہیی ہوتا ۔ یہ ہی جان پائی میی۔ کبھی اس ڈگر کبھی اُس ڈگر۔ ہم لا پتا چلتے رہے۔ میری منزلیی بھی طویل تھی۔ میی جدا ہوئی اس شخص سے۔۔

The Tiny Stranger At George

One day at a pet shop, I met a man selling socks, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some white fox. "Got any white fox?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No white fox here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely crisps, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some wisps." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call electromagnetic,

A Birthday Wish From Lexicon And The Fantastic Four

A Birthday Wish composed by myself and four of my closest high school friends, namely, Dr Rhyme AKA Superstar, Don Diego De Shotingo, Hygienic and Gill Sam to a certain lady in high school that has made it's way into the Songs of Lexicon.

Effluxion

Of all the machinations of the divine. Man if'en thou feareth none, thoust must fear Time and its authority to corrode, erode and corrupt. It is time that undoes man and its effluxion that reduces mass and matter. Reader, in two centuries time would've reduced you to dust and obscurity! Such is! -Kudi Msughter (For the year 2100)

Spittle at Dawn

There is a little bird Sited on the flower Sipping the pollens, Singing without ceasing: All flowers all over the world Are nothing but bushes Domesticated like animals To adorn compounds As if they aren't bushes. Blossoming only at dawn Anytime our father refuses To drop his spittle They all withal All over the world.

Poetry

Sad 😭 Poetry

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.

BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES

They are like dews, whetting the appetite of my heart, Making me smile and laugh, I am glad that I have them. They came in phases of my life a baby, a teenager, a young adult and as an adult. I remember Looking into my mother's eyes as she sings and gives me my bath, Running out of the room at the sound of 'Daddy is home' Running into his arms as he lifts me up, How I felt I could touch the sky. Watching mummy come home with other babies, And the house smelling of new born baby, Watching my fath

No Means No

02/28/2023

Stressed Out

I sleep for there is no problem. On a field of rose, I lay my head. Basking in the ever living tranquility. Oh, how I wish, That this was true. That I had nothing sorry about. That I could just rest. But the stress is killing me. Crushing me like I am an ant, Carrying a mountain. Like I am one man, Facing the largest army. Anxious, I am anxious about the outcome, About what would happen If I do or I don't Sometimes my only wish Is to just rest. But I know that in this world, That wish is harder.

Broken

A poem that describes my whole emotional state 🥺 .... like if you can relate

A letter from the heart

A LETTER FROM THE HEART Dear Lover, To think just a few minutes ago, I didn't have the strength to write to you, but thinking about you makes me want to write..... Before we proceed, I want you to know that these are words I have always wanted to tell you..... Come closer, what I am about to say is private... Shhhh You know... I miss you so deeply that, every thought of you feels me with sweet emotions... You know... I love it when you call my name... oh, what I would give to hear you whisper it

Poetry

In the Whirlwind Of Love by Queen

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Spot the difference

We can differ but still respect each other

No. 2

No. 2 It's what i've always been I've walked behind a pair No one would even care I've sat alone in the back seat of a car Remained silent like a chargeless guitar I would try again and again but life became blue and grey No one even glances my way Life in the books; i envy it so much cause I've realized friendship like that is something out of my clutch Someone be willing to die? For me? I can barely call them when i need. So I idealize friendship of a book's script Hoping one day it will fill

LISTEN - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

Listen - Poetry by Alexis karpouzos

Soulful Threads: Navigating Digital Labyrinths

"Soulful Threads": Elian and Alina's metaphoric digital journey towards authenticity. Philosophical conversations unravel avatars, revealing the human longing for real bonds. A call to bridge the virtual-authenticity divide.