The beauty of motherhood, The best of love ever understood. The one who gives us our first home, Brings us to life after carrying us for so long As we slowly grow in the comfort of a womb, Protected, nurtured, raised and loved like we belong. But apart from the mother-daughter And the mother-son relationship, There are relations of many others That we forget are not always of kinship.
Saansein toh tham chuki hain, Phir dil dhadak raha hai kiske liye? Shayad ek umeed saans le rahi hai mujhme, Jiyunga kisi din apne liye.
The beauty of this poem lies in its simplicity. How the writer is able to find the greatest of the virtues in the simplest of things.
Everything that we witness daily, the things that are doing nothing more than the routine things are the biggest epitome of patience.
I would see the sky clear Which was not the case earlier The moon seems to be so pure With twinkling stars,its peers The birds are free from fear As humans are not near Wondering…
It’s a poem especially for students, and is meant just for fun. Please do like, comment and share:-)
Drops of rain fell on her forehead She fumbled. There was a sudden lightening, She spoke.
‘Diving into wreck’ is a poem that talks about the whole diving experience of a sea diver straight from the preparation stage until when he reaches the bottom of the sea to find a wreck. This poem talks about the whole emotional journey of the diver.
The knots I feel in my stomach are the ones I want to tie. We will then add colour to the life we create but we won’t dye. I will add you to my favourite humour, honour and endeavours. I need you to be smart enough to see what I did there.
He was smiling A red spot of kiss on his shirt Wife doubt and asked who did it? Little girl with blinging eyes said mumma I did that.
Vocation by Rabindranath Tagore is a perfect tour into the mind of a child. This poem shows our inner-most needs. This poem is also a reminder to all the grown-ups that how these needs are curtailed by the parameters of the societal norms.
The undeniable talent Of humanity To justify everything Under the sun And over the moon Be it good or bad Wrong or right We reason and justify almost everything However the truth as I see…
I met you, I thought it was my final adieu; You took me in your arms, And i raised no alarms; Spend the days and nights together, Wishing you would take me where I belong;…
I was at home ,shattered They thought I never tried But secretly through my shining smile, I m sorry, I cried I m sorry for whenever you thought And saw that I lied…
I Heard.. I heard a knock on the door My heart skipped a beat, “is it you?” My hopes shattered again today But someday I know it will be true I heard my phone ringing…
Jericho and Megiddo, by J. W. Cassandra, Page 3. This poem I share in 3 images at altogether. It belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Armageddon. I’ll share here its Hungarian version, as well. It was written yet in February, but I think it has a more profound sense and message, beyond the literal meaning. I’d like to give through this additional interpretation. (For illustration I chose an own photo, made in Budapest, Old Buda. It is the gate to the military amphitheatre of the ancient Romanian Empire, in the former Acquincum. It was built about 145 A. D.)
