Dark Love
And the wind in it’s sadder tone,
Carried the news to distant homes:
“Ah! Fade the chords of love with time,
And I with them from thee resign.”
Poïesis
Here resides our poetry, the soul of life.
The Heart Of Nature
Nature is a treasure, nature is a blessing and we are too blind to notice its presence, its essence, its heart. The heart of nature beats in us yet we do not feel…
Rainbows arc on the morning sky,
And kiss the blossoms on their feet.
And soaring, soaring they must reach,
The cloud where Beauty sits to greet;
And stopping, resting sing to me…
A Drop Of Dew
Man craves eternity of his youth,
A life like Khizr but without virtue;
But he knows not that he lives a dream,
Where Life is a debt to Owner due.
Lost
Sometimes, it is better to forget…to cast away the years past.
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Walking on a dark narrow path,
With my head down to the ground,
Eyes swollen, my shattered heart,
From far away I hear some sound;
Eyeing up to the skies I see,
Birds in the air, so full of hilarity,
With their families, and so free,
But I am alone, losing my vivacity.
Hunted She Lay
It is only after you have despaired that you hope, it is only after you have lost that you win, it is only after you have faced your demons that you become truly free, it is only after…
Read more "Hunted She Lay"And One Day You Will Be Weeping At My Lone Grave
And there will come that day, when you shall come and weep beside my grave; telling me my own stories and recalling the memories of those good old days. But I would be far, far away…
Read more "And One Day You Will Be Weeping At My Lone Grave"Virtuous Minds
Great minds are valuable to a nation, they are its foundations, its guiders, its builders. They are the light in the dark, the flowers among the weeds. They are hope.
Read more "Virtuous Minds"Childhood
Childhood, what a wonderful it is! So free we are, so full of hilarity. Unburdened and ignorant, such a blissful time. Childhood, indeed, is a story that remains…
Read more "Childhood"Time Fell In Love
Where does time takes us all? Where time shall receive respite? Death. And death is exactly what it loves, what it pines for and that is where it takes us all.
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The Weaver 