Baskadia

Poem about Marriage

Several times when we look at the present generation, We may wonder about the reason for the marriage; Many marry for money and not following the love of their heart, with caution; Has the value and concept of marriage already changed? Now it requires courage? The modern generation has a different view of marriage than the previous ones; Today, one day they are married, tomorrow they file for divorce. Had the wedding performed been serious the day before? Or anguish for the bones? Marriage that

The Tiny Stranger At George

One day at a pet shop, I met a man selling socks, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some white fox. "Got any white fox?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No white fox here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely crisps, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some wisps." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call electromagnetic,

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

Embracing My Passions In Life Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

Introduction: the explore of passions that light up my life and bring me immense joy and inspiration. Through writing poetry, playing badminton, reading books, watching movies, and listening to music, I have discovered a world of self-expression, comforts during ups and downs in my life. Writing poetry is my chosen path to express the depths of my emotions, thoughts, and experiences. Through poetry, I not only widen my creativity and imagination but also aspire to inspire others. and When bore

Strength

Strength is not the ability to lift heavy weights, Or to run a marathon without stopping. Strength is not the absence of fear, Or the ability to always win. Strength is the ability to pick yourself up, When you've been knocked down. Strength is the ability to keep going, When you want to give up. Strength is the ability to face your fears, And to overcome them. Strength is the ability to be yourself, And to not let anyone else define you. So if you're feeling weak, Remember that you are strong.

The bear and the two friends

Story

New month

In the realm of time, a cycle begins anew, As the old month departs, the new month breaks through. With each rise of the sun, a fresh chapter unfolds, An unwritten canvas, waiting to be told. September arrives with a gentle embrace, A month of transition, a change in its pace. Leaves whisper secrets in the autumnal breeze, Colours of amber and gold adorn the trees. The days grow shorter, the nights a bit colder, As nature prepares for its grand transformation older. In this tapestry of time, a c

IN MY SHOES

When I was born I was without shoes Now as an adult I find myself in different shoes Some of them I choose to buy Some were gifts or so I thought Others, I can't just tell How I got them But, I never stole any. Some of these shoes fit perfectly Some don't fit Some are way too big Others are too tight Yet I wear them Enduring the discomfort. When you see me having them on You admire them on my feet But you may not understand that 'He who wears the shoe knows where it pinches'. We all wear these s

KINDNESS

A gentle touch, a kind word, A simple act of love, A helping hand, a smile, A heart that's full of love. A hug that warms the soul, A kind deed done in haste, A gentle voice, a kind thought, A moment of grace. A kind gesture, a kind heart, A moment of peace, A moment of joy, a moment of hope, A moment of kindness. A moment of love, a moment of care, A moment of understanding, A moment of compassion, a moment of grace, A moment of kindness.

Bloom of Serenity.

Amidst the meadow's gentle sway, Where sun-kissed blooms in colors play, A symphony of petals dance, In nature's evergreen romance. The rose, in passionate attire, Ignites a burning, fervent fire, Its velvet touch, a fragrant kiss, In gardens of eternal bliss. Tulips stand in rows so neat, Their vibrant hues, a vibrant treat, They bow and nod in gentle breeze, As secrets whispered through the trees. Daisies, with their faces bright, Greet the dawn's first golden light, In innocence, their hearts

#SEASONAL POETRY

OVERBOARD CHAOS AND REVIVE

Soul

if you have ever walked crying in the rain if you have ever screamed with no sound at the top of your lungs if you have ever had a very deep wound with no rushing blood to show if you have ever felt your heart fall within your chest then I know your storm I know your song Even though I may not know your story Our souls though different they are one and the same

The Echo Of Me

Is the person reflected in the mirror truly a version of yourself? Or are they merely a figment of your imagination? This piece touches on the subject of finding the best version of one's self in a world filled with doubt and dreams.

Beauty

This is the 2nd Poem I have ever written. Same age as I wrote 'Life As A Poet.' So I'd have been 13 or 14 when I wrote this.

Poetry: Madness

This poetry is a satire on Shakespearean plays and also an urge for writing like him.

Soulful Threads: Navigating Digital Labyrinths

"Soulful Threads": Elian and Alina's metaphoric digital journey towards authenticity. Philosophical conversations unravel avatars, revealing the human longing for real bonds. A call to bridge the virtual-authenticity divide.

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

As Above, So Below

The Principle of Hermetic Philosophy

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

My way to you

My Way To You I tell my tale A traveller lost On twisted roads that lead astray No lights to guide; On soggy nights, The dull moon; The sad rains The agonies endured No tonic for the pain O destiny, where did you hide Among desperate cries; among flickering flames To silent skies, a question raised Did I not submit? To all your ways A lightning heard; an answer paved On flesh so pure; I saw my way It was your face; it had such grace, surely an ace Do I deserve; such a place? My way to you I did