Baskadia

IN THE EYES OF THE ONE I LOVE

In the eyes of the one I love, I see rainfall in the desert, I see peace in the storms, Everything becomes beautiful. In the eyes of the one I love, Sorrow leaves and joy stays, Smiles stream deep from my heart, The sun shines on everything I do. In the eyes of the one I love, I fly high like an eagle, Mountains become surmountable, My dreams become achievable. In the eyes of the one I love, I find strength when I am weak, Tears are but streams of joy flowing endlessly, My heart beats melodiousl

CLOTHES

⚠️🚨 ATTENTION It comes late but it's worth the while. This is a poem that talks about men's mental health. Though it is hardly spoken about and no one cares to acknowledge the fact that men also go through hard times. Clothes is a word I used in describing changes of emotions and how tough and difficult we become when pushed to the limits. It is not supposed to be like this despite what we go through. Pls 🙏 appreciate the efforts of men we are only human after all. We are not gods. #men #luv

Unconditional

011 You and I against the rules, the boundary of what is ethical. We are souls searching for comfort, found it, but was wrong. A mark has drawn, society deems it immoral and the world would never accept. An incongruent vessel, a mistake to be shown, and a blunder to speak. But We are not a mistake, our feelings are valid, and we too, are human. Loving one another was a blessing, even though society saw it wrong, even though the world was against. We may have the same sides, We may not look like

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...

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