Baskadia

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

"The All-Seeing Deity: A Divine Ode"

In the realm unseen, a vigilant eye, A deity above, watching you and I. With tender care, our steps observed, Guiding us, when life's paths unnerved. A presence divine, encompassing all, Heeding our whispers, both big and small. Through darkest nights and brightest days, His guiding light forever ablaze. A merciful gaze, upon hearts burdened, Love's embrace, in moments uncertain. With grace bestowed, our worries allayed, In His embrace, solace is conveyed. Oh, divine observer, majestic and wise,

Seldom

I was lonely one night and an inspiration came,so i thought of making that thiught into words. You are never alone out there,trust me

Change

The poetries, that once Became, the voice to my feelings; Run behind me today, To engulf and torment me. Yes, those very same words, Instead of filling me with extacy, Haunts me today. Why?! Because People change! And words can not...

Live A Little

For the likes of me

Recipe of Happiness

This is poem written by me "Recipe of Happiness".Stay happy and being happy is a medicine to all sad moments.

Utter Uselessness

That feeling you get when you wake up late in the evening.

The Talk of The Town

An exploration of the emotions that rouse from the phenomenon called 'gossip.'

1. Snowball By Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, But first it wet the bed.

Heart of poetry

Appraising the art of poetry ❤️❤️❤️

Loneliness

Dillagi

I Want You Out Of My Head

Thoughts, Nightmares Dreams and what nots.

The poor grape seller boy(poem)

In the scorching heat, a boy stands tall, Selling grapes, his dreams he recalls. A humble soul, with calloused hands, He weaves his way through life's vast lands. Each grape he holds, a story untold, Of resilience and hope, so bold. With every cluster, he shares a taste, Of perseverance and strength embraced. Beneath the sun, his spirit shines bright, A symbol of courage in the harshest plight. Through dust and toil, he perseveres, A silent poet amid life's tears. In his presence, a lesson we fi

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

شعر مرگ

مرگ، ای دوست ساکت و آرام، به سوی همه می‌آیی، بی پایان. نفس و زندگی را می‌دزدی، پایان مبارزات، درد و زحمت می‌باشی. لمس تو سرد است و آغوشت عمیق، در آغوشت، همه رازها نگهداری می‌کنی. به سوی جوانان و پیران می‌آیی، لمس تو، هر ضعیف و شجاعی را احساس می‌کند. تو عزیزان ما را می‌بری، تنها خاطرات و اشک را به جا می‌گذاری. تو جهان‌ها را شکسته و قلب‌هایمان را می‌شکنی، خانواده‌ها و دوستان را از هم جدا می‌کنی. اما شاید در آغوش تو پیدا کنیم، آرامشی که گاه سخت است بیابیم. شاید در آرامش کامل استراحت کنیم، و غم‌های

"Lost Connections: Solitude and Betrayal in the Digital Age"

Solitude and Betrayal in the Modern Era The disappearance of love and affection among friends and loved ones In this modern age of connectivity and technology's might, Where have you gone, dear friends and loved ones, out of sight? In the corner of cold, silent nights, The glow of televisions casts its blight. A small misunderstanding was the start, But soon it led to a chasm, tearing us apart. Where have love and affection wandered? Why do hearts feel empty and pondered? In the realm of virtual

A volition in a shackle

It's like looking at the mountains, At the top pebble shading the sun, With hands deep in pockets, and feet stuck in the mud.

Still dark even after a dawn

Dark And light

My mouth maybe silent My mind is the complete opposite My imagination it runs deep Of thoughts beautiful And sweet Sometimes dark And sometimes Light simutanrously spiraling within Black And white,Dark And light Both complete each other And mostly represents every Living thing Balance its MY sign but somehow Ironically its the most thing I struggle to actually find What Can i say but Trough it all having A beautifully chaotic mind Is something about me That i mostly really like 

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