Baskadia

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

The battle inside

My mind

The Art of storytelling: captivating hearts and minds

Storytelling is rigid art engaged by the telling/creator that essentially reanimates the feelings of thrill, emotion and empowerment. Its been mis used some times in our world today. but, it stands to be the most powerful form of art and theatrics.

Man and Dream

In the wide world, man walks, A heart full of dreams, hope ahead. Search for the meaning of life footprints in the sands of time Among the stars, the soul flies freely. Full of emotion joyful and also sad Humans dance on the stage of life. In a branching story they search for meaning Engraving traces of the story in the eternal destiny sheet. From stardust born man shines brightly But also vulnerable to the darkness that comes. Reaching for the stars, stringing dreams in the sky, Human, you are

Towards the light

- Maybe you think the winter is gonna last forever - Maybe you long for the sunkiss with a change of weather - But have you ever thought that : - All this darkness is leading you to an endless light - And without the night - you'd be blind from seeing directly the sunlight - Your eyes needed to grow - For you to learn how to dance in the pain under the rain and let everything flow - We're all here to feel the sadness - Try to color your own world with gratefulness - in life we have the freedom t

By the river side.

By the river side, A peaceful retreat Where a gentle breeze blows And the sun's heat The birds chirping and singing, The trees blowing in the wind, The grass swayed in harmony, The water trickled in a gentle din. The sound of the river soothes my soul, The scent of the grass sweet and bold The sight of the river, so clear and blue, It's beauty like nothing I ever knew. The river side, A place of solace and peace, Where I can go to find A calming release

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

Pain with pleasure

There are no clouds, there is no storm Will it rain? Inside of my heart, ratial riots? Oh my heart! Why are you beating for the love with the person who I don't know before? Which the broken relationship of the distant born, Will follow me beyond the birth? Birth is not true, I found it now because of you. What is your root? And, I fell in love with you, But I still don't know what is your name is! Only your thoughts are buried in my neurones, What can I do?

When We Fall

In the face of darkness, we stand tall, For hope is a beacon that conquers all, It's the strength to rise when we fall, In the grand symphony of life's call. When storms rage fierce and clouds obscure, Hope's the anchor, steadfast and sure, With each challenge, it grows more pure, A force within, forever to endure. In the depths of despair, it takes flight, Guiding us through the darkest night, With hope in our hearts, we'll ignite, A future where everything's set right. So hold onto hope with a

FREEDOM FROM EVERYTHING

This poem basically explains the struggle that I face in my life and how I feel being different from others

If You Think

Thinking is thought or reasoning. An example of thinking is when someone takes the time to work out a problem in their head.

Thank you

Melody of a broken heart…

Words of soul

There is a rainbow in my eyes, It is talking with touching the two eye lashes, Is this a magic, Rain Will give hot.... I am seeing my mom's face in you..... First time in my life, I am confusing without knowing what is the reason.... You came into my life like a mirror, You show my image in front of me... My heart filled by dreams, Its all because of you...

God’s Knife

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WHY ?

This poem is about a person who is not with me, but her memories are always with me.

A letter from South Africa

Love is amazing. Love is MIRACLE. Even though you closed your eyes, you still can see the beauty of love

ANHEDONIA

In this condition a person is totally shuttered and he often feels uneasy in a pleasant situation.

With Known Haters, Enters You, Renown Predators

Everyday’s been the same, within a prayer, of flame, Being ashamed, of the crisis, blaming the fame, for the demises, Teaming fate, with the dices, dreaming late, cheating the spices, Of hope, who beat the mices, of haters, with the vices, Meeting the later part, of our latter future, who greet me, to nurture the carts, with pleasure, And leisure, neat in closure, without the measure, Doubting the plagiarized ensured, about the plague, that raised, and cured, With the trust, as we piggyback, the

Lonely soul

Sometimes people find you weird and end up being lonely

Another world

Have you ever closed your eyes and wandered inside your head only to find yourself in the wrong address Because I did These aren't my thoughts This isn't my mind I wandered too far and now I am losing myself in someone else's head, drifting away to a place no beloved one can reach to save me. The faces, the vibes, the pattern of thinking Even the colors aren't the same I once painted my world in the colors of sunset, I lit the horizon with pink and lilac flames But this, inside this mind there w