Baskadia

Time is of the essence

A poem about the importance of time

TRUE MASK OF POLITICIAN

Talks about what politicians live for in a third world countries

HOPE AGAINST HOPE

WHAT IF?

Talks about if we already living the dream why we still waiting to fulfill our potential. Maybe we already reach our peak while we thinikbg we just getting started

poetry

mai apne jzbaat alfaaz kbhi zaya ni krta mai wha jata hu jha koi aaya ni krta mohhoobat mehez ek dhoka hai par nibhane wla humsafar ho toh insaan kbhi dhoka ni khya krta

Poetry for love

Love deep

Incarcerated

The poem is about being afraid to be who i am because of the hatred and Rejection i will face if i don’t live to society's expectations of living.

OH MORNING!!!

Morning, a kind of fresh start reforming what seized to exist, peace. As for me I'll say my morning my peace.

Cameroon and African Poetry

Invoking Peace

The man in me

A poem out of inspiration to finding the man I am.

Happy birthday poem to a friend

Happy birthday to such a wonderful soul, Plentiful with love, you made it to become one more year old, Still slaying like ever before, Serving prettiness and sexiness, Hope you enjoy your day to the fullest, And this chapter will be plentiful with happiness, Happy birthday to you my friend.

Poetry for lovers

Galib poetry

Hindi poetry

Dil se Dil ki duri nhi hoti Kash! Koi majboori nhi hoti Aapse abhi Milne ki tamanna h Lekin khte h Naa hr tamanna Puri nhi hoti

Cry, it's never a Crime

Even if cry last for the night,joy cometh in the morning

Hemotional

People who feel are drooping flowers. The tiny ones that the rain beats with it's fists. Anger comes with it's boiling rage. Then the mouth speaks: dropping eggs that are broken alongside many hearts. The sadness follows and then it covers you like a warm duvet. It is like a bodyguard that protects you and pushes everyone else away. When laughter comes, it comes with fear that the good feeling is your salary: it never lasts. What a price to pay for being so sensitive, bending like the plant in t

poetry

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

The Talk of The Town

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

FORGET ME NOT...REMEMBER ME NOT

I think for the longest time I've been repressing my thoughts. I've been trying to forget something i know has never happened to me. The heartache i suffer when i think about...marvels me!!

These thoughts...

Have you ever been driven mad by thoughts?