Baskadia

"Beloved Mother: The Eternal Flame of Love"

In the realm of love, a celestial presence, A beacon of warmth and unwavering essence. She is a mother, beyond mere mortal ties, A symphony of grace that never dies. Her gentle touch, a soothing balm, Calming storms, bringing tranquil calm. With eyes that hold a universe of care, She embraces all burdens, willing to bear. Her voice, a melody, soft and serene, Whispering wisdom, a lullaby unseen. In her embrace, fears find their release, A sanctuary of love, a shelter of peace. She nurtures dream

"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,

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...

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

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.

Loneliness

Dillagi

Love Unknown

Written thoughts of how it feels to be in love with someone not existing.

I Want You Out Of My Head

Thoughts, Nightmares Dreams and what nots.

Heart of poetry

Appraising the art of poetry ❤️❤️❤️

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

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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