Sometimes I get so tired of writing All my emotions Verbalized Dried out tears return And scars are shown Looking through it all I was heartbroken And it’s sickening
Sometimes I get so tired of writing All my emotions Verbalized Dried out tears return And scars are shown Looking through it all I was heartbroken And it’s sickening
Agar khaamiyaan sabko dikh rahi hain Toh wajib hai ke khaami hogi… Toh sheekaytein chhodo naa! Wajeh poocho…!
Kama kar koi cheez, Mehfooz rakhni padti hai… Khayaal bhi rakhna padta hai, Agar zarooratt kisi ki padti hai…
Kitaab sabki ek hi hai, Bass panney alag khuley hain…
if today is the last day you plan on breathing if this burden is weighing on you if the over dead weight of the world is heavy on your shoulders the only place you can…
Peace-poems: Banal, Divine Caricature, And Today? Today, by J. W. Cassandra. The poems had been written scattered in time: poem “Banal” I wrote in 1982 yet, when I was only 20. Poem “Divine Caricature” was written in 2011 and, the last 2 of them was created recently. I joined them as peace-poems, though the 2nd one belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. All the others I haven’t placed into any of my volumes, yet. I felt so that nothing changed from 1982, so I share this ‘short cycle’. Maybe, somebody will think of it…
Peace-poems: Banal, Divine Caricature, And Today? Today, by J. W. Cassandra. The poems had been written scattered in time: poem “Banal” I wrote in 1982 yet, when I was only 20. Poem “Divine Caricature” was written in 2011 and, the last 2 of them was created recently. I joined them as peace-poems, though the 2nd one belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. All the others I haven’t placed into any of my volumes, yet. I felt so that nothing changed from 1982, so I share this ‘short cycle’. Maybe, somebody will think of it…
‘A Servant When He Reigneth’, is this the scenario that explains the status of the leaders across the world? The ones who could be moved by just anyone and their words have no weights left…
Are they really more than ever a slave?
This poem depicts Blake’s sheer admiration for the ‘Tyger’ and for the God who made this mortal. This poem is full of questions. There are a total of 13 question marks in the poem.
This is one of the finest poems written by Wilfred Owen, in the backdrop of WWI.
In this poem, he talks about how the soldiers sentiently keep waiting for the possible exposure to death, in the poorest of weather conditions. Always ready to die, their brains ache. ‘But nothing happens’. It highlights the effect of the weather on battle-weary soldiers and in addition puts their plight into context when it momentarily touches on the dream of a return home.
The poem beautifully presents the thoughts of the poet through the mouth of the baby who is still unborn. The baby is well aware of the gravity of the situation across the world that he is just too scared to take birth. He simply knows that the world is too evil that he will not be able to sustain here, given its innocence.
Sometimes the people closest to you invalidate your feelings because they don’t want to deal with the ramifications. This poem is a response to invalidation from those you love. https://www.instagram.com/p/BwiU-dsBqJ8/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
Love shouldn’t turn to hate!
Though we get knocked by life’s excesses yet, we strive to live to become relevant. We battle forces beyond our capacities but our resilience as sapiens makes it possible to survive.
