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.)
Jericho and Megiddo, by J. W. Cassandra, Page 2. 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.)
Jericho and Megiddo, by J. W. Cassandra, Title Page, Page 1. 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.)
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.)
Jericho and Megiddo, by J. W. Cassandra, Page 2. 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.)
Jericho and Megiddo, by J. W. Cassandra, Title Page, Page 1. 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.)
The Ultimate Battle, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Armageddon. Try to read and interpret beyond the rows. I’ll share here its Hungarian version, as well.
The Ultimate Battle, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Armageddon. Try to read and interpret beyond the rows. I’ll share here its Hungarian version, as well.
William Shakespeare in this sonnet seems a bit concerned about the fact that his style of writing isn’t up-to-date with the new style of writing. Yet he seems to have accepted the fact that it can’t be changed, as it reflects him and his true feelings.
All he can write about is his love.
