Baskadia

Broken Marriage Vow

005 A string of fate was tied, knotted into eternity and longevity, locked inside the vault with the promises of forever. Dress as white as snow, flowers blooming in morning dew. What a lovely sight to see. But all was just a moment- fleeting ang passing- changing sceneries and moving places. A string of fate was just a string, can be cut apart, can be broken through time. The white dress will be tainted in red, as the heart will drown in misery, killing it and causing pain. A horrendous act of

The Unexpected Meeting

I have met many eyes, and only i got lost in yours. When our paths accidentally collide, I open to you my closed doors. As I fell, really hard, It was you who catch me first.

Happy Things

I sometimes think about how a lot of people don't write about happy things Including me sometimes Then I wonder Why a lot of them easily hold onto bad things Especially the one's that are so deep Why does happiness seem so slippery That a lot of people don't hold onto it It can be so deep But why does the world make it look so shallow I guess we should never really forget the bad things But we should also never forget the happy things I once heard that there are no scars for happiness In a way,

God’s Knife

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You Can Win

“winners see the gain; losers see the pain.” ... “Winners dont do different things, they do things differently” ... “Under Adverse conditions - some people break down, some break records” ... “If you think you can - you can!” ... “Winner dont do different but they do differently”

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

An Empty Girl

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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

Toxic Moon

001 The Moon's serene light cascaded upon my being, creating illusions of my deepest desire. To be on its embrace is what I kept on wishing, but it was ruthless and won't look to what thing I'm eager. The roses exuded enthralling fragrance, but its thorns are like poison, painful and unfeeling. In every hidden and simple glance, lies inside are my turmoil and grueling. I desire to be in the Moon's embrace, but what I got are all endless pain. I conspire to be with the Moon's grace, but what I go

only if the moon was a forest

~ if only the moon was a forest, the moonwalkers could get the sharp - edged stones pricked in their sensitive feets, but with the swishing sensation of the crumpled yellowish leaves, the feets get the touch of the quietened subtlety. the humming and murmuring of birds have the force to wake up the burried sentences being intricated with the silky strands filled up with sugary nectar sucked up by the butterflies residing inside the abdomen which on consuming evokes the feelings of slightly crunc

When you get grey hairs

When you get old, the way time flies

Guard your peace

Learn to speak the truth so that you guard your peace. Be honest with your diagnosis so that you may heal. Don’t conceal rather reveal because that seed consist weed. Our hearts are loamy and that weed will bloom. Compromise but you must know how to prioritize. Guard your heart and protect your mind. on red flags don’t turn a blind eye, and don’t pretend if something is not alright. Consult your conscious for consent before you conduct your inner peace and actions should not collide. Your organe

Silent Echoes

Africa's heart, a story unfolds, Silent echoes of a rising star, untold. A melody silenced, a soul laid bare, A tale shrouded in whispers of despair. Mohbad, they called him, a voice so pure, His music touched hearts, his lyrics endure. But envy's grip tightened in the shadows cast, Colleagues turned adversaries, the die was cast. Some say they bullied him, torment unkind, Others whisper dark tales of drugs that bind, Seeking a path different, away he yearned, From labels tainted by vices unearn

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 little kindness

We are civilized yet this life is a like a jungle, we battle not to be consumed but survive, hoping to live and see tomorrow dawn and dusk. We are all having dilemmas that disturb our peace, keeping us frozen in hot summer day, non-real phase. A life where  mind and body dwell in apart company. Some dilemma are visible and some are latent, some dilemma are durative some are brief event. Some are dealing with trilemma and infit-lemma . So I plea with all, let us share a little kindness to all, li

Lonely soul

Sometimes people find you weird and end up being lonely

Echoes of the Heart

The poem expresse the emotions of someone who has experienced the loss of a significant relationship.The speaker's heart beats for their former partner, but now aches with pain as they come to terms with the end of the relationship. The speaker reflects on how they gave their all to the relationship, but it ultimately resulted in ashes and dust.The speaker expresses their intention to move on and love again, but with more caution and less haste, and hopes that their next love will last forever.

Mindless thoughts

A conversation with my mind.

Near yet so far

To the land of hope,a journey. Within my strength, a snail's stride. Embracing the thorns as the journey Unfolds,on a slow but furious ride. My flesh bleeds bitterly Sailing through the broken glasses That which illuminates brightly  The path of the fulfilled wishes Having sighted the land of vision I exhale merrily,a sigh of relief  That a thousand mile mission Will surely come to an end,my belief For it's near,yet so far it seems Getting there the struggle continues

Starry Night

033 Tonight, the stars in the night sky are the brightest I've ever seen. It sparkles in the dark background, making me amazed as I've ever been. It is shining brightly in my eyes, blinding all of my fears. It twinkles in the darkness, sending me into tears. Science would say stars don't shine. Buy hey, I'm a poet, so I'd like to describe it as one. But honestly, I am just describing your image in my eyes. I am just writing my feelings using poems and rhymes. You were like an asteroid ready to l