Tag: Poetry
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That furnace called Dreams
I am excited to announce the publication of my poem “That furnace called Dreams” on Pooja’s website. I would like to specially thank Pooja for showcasing my work. Here is the link to the piece on her website: That Furnace Called Dreams (Guest Post)
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Mighty Forts – Spillwords Publication
I am thrilled to announce the publication of my poem “Mighty Forts” on Spillwords.com. I would like to thank the Chief Editor, Dagmara K. and the formidable team at the Editing Department of Spillwords for showcasing my piece. As usual, a special thanks to Grace Y. Estevez and Sadje for the constant encouragement in my…
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What is maturity?
What is maturitywithout the ability to keep secrets? Why tell a secret if it increases the probability That trust will be brokenThat old wounds will be opened What is lifewithout timeTo tailor one’s lifestyle to one’s tastes? Why the hasteWhy the raceAs if this life is a competitionAs if being busy is what brings recognition…
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Total recall
Certainly within me Certainly within reachLike flamboyant petalsLike flamboyant medalsThese beautiful dreams Though risky like a ponzi schemeThey echo in my thoughts like a theme songForcing me to put my retired energies on total recall https://wp.me/p4GQQl-C6w
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Beauty
There! On a window pane in the corridorA brand new laptop and an Iphone! Who could have left them here?In a place where almost everydayThere were complaints of theftsAs my footsteps grow louder on the tiled floorIn the direction of the shiny itemsGlistening in a ray of sunshineI hear the flush of a toiletAnd feet…
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Go places
It’s a beautiful worldSo beautiful sometimes it makes you forgetYour worries, sorrows and little lifeWhen you think of the vastness of this universeDoesn’t it inspire you to dream big?Don’t you see finger and footprints of a Mighty Being?Aren’t you ashamed of the many ways we destroy its beauty and peace?Do you see traces of the…
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A script of shallow truths
When everything is working for you,you think you know the rulesWhen everything stops working for youYou shrink into a script of shallow truthsYou stink with echoes of ruinsHow a tiny pore can spark a ship’s demiseHow a mighty fall can reveal subtle pride https://wp.me/p4GQQl-C5w
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Default colour
To the uneducated, the scholar is a nuisance Like love birds to one who cannot find loveLike a single unemployed mother and her daughter Seated in a corner of the houseWatching children rushing to welcomeTheir fathers returning from workEnvy is the default colourWhen one is sketched beside things one cannot haveBut scholars have their problems…
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Hide your face
Even the sun hides its faceBehind cloudsSkirting stealthily across the skyEven stumbling and falling over the horizonIts absence giving it the impression of renewed strengthWhen it rises againIts absence part of the reasons Nature misses itWhen it returns Even Earth refuses to let the Sun see all of its nakednessIt keeps turning, revealing a piece…
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Crossroads
CrossroadConfusionContemplatingGiving up, but…Where is strengthBuilt without tests?Without discomfortWhat meaning has growth?How can one achieve fameWithout faith in one’s abilities?And hold unto it longer without humility?What is success without respect, without wealth?What is evolution without motion, without shattered limits?Where is the fun in an adventure without uncertainties and fears?
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