Echoing Word Itself, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 18, “Incompletion”, cycle “I See the Unseen”. It is a vision and a poem at the same time, the subject is the Word and the entire strophe 2 refers back to this subject, manifesting in strophe 1. I share here the Hungarian version, as well.
Echoing Word Itself, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 18, “Incompletion”, cycle “I See the Unseen”. It is a vision and a poem at the same time, the subject is the Word and the entire strophe 2 refers back to this subject, manifesting in strophe 1. I share here the Hungarian version, as well.
This stream joins the river, its final destiny. And The Brooks (as personified by Alfred Lord Tennyson) mocks the humans as ordinary mortals who get consumed by time.
Sir Tennyson’s love for nature is evident from the fact that how beautifully he adds sensuality in the description of a river.
A poem dedicated to a friend. A strange poem for strange people.
A short poem by a broken heart
It’s just a sad poem to express a person conflicting with emotions and giving up his/her life💔
Every moment is enjoyable with our friends…
The poem addresses the poet’s sweetheart encouraging her never to lose heart in the wake of difficulties and take them as a pattern of life
कभी कभी बड़े से बड़ा दर्द भी खामोश होकर सहना पड़ता है, दर्द तो दर्द है साहिब हर किसी से कहां कहना पड़ता है । गमों को आखिर कितना पीया जाये, जीना ज़रूरी नहीं फिर भी जीया जाये । मुक्तसिर सा फैसला बड़ा तूफान लाता है, वक्त भी कभी इम्तेहान लाता है । खामोश तो समंदर भी है, आदमी तो आदमी के अंदर भी है । सुकून की तलाश में फिर एक दर्द खरीद लाये । #updivine #updivineyourvibes
Far the citylights Below the stars Admist the moonlight There we are… Near the seashore On the sand.. Your head on my lap And fingers entangled in my hand… Cool the atmosphere And splashing of waves.. The beating of our hearts With warmth in our breathes… The long walk on the coast Is the bliss of passing time… Like the water embraces the shore For years together we shall bind…
“Abou Ben Adhem” is a short poem that says the best expression of the love of God is the love for fellow human beings. It’s neither the prayers nor the church services that get you in the good books of God.
मोहब्बत भी कितनी अजीब चीज़ होती है, रूठकर उससे कितना भी दूर चले जायें मगर दिल उसी के पास रहता है । इसका शिकवा भी ये ही बयान करता है, चश्मा उसी के घर रह जाने का मतलब उसका दिल उसी के घर रह गया । #updivine #UpDivineyourwibe
A Sound Concession is a poem about music and sounds. Read More ….
I’m trying to focus on my study, In front of her beauty I can’t see anybody, The smell of her body is controlling my mind, Books are talking;I’m moving and there’s music🎶 of love in…
SOMETIMES THE PUPPET HAND (c) copyright by Cupideros, January 12, 2020, 6:54 CHORUS Sometimes . . . the puppet hand is not her brand. Sometimes the puppet hand is someone else’s hand. Could be a gay, lesbian or LEFT Fascist hand; Could be Misandry, Matriarchy, Mongering band, Read More ….
