The mystery of the universe, vast and wide, A secret hidden deep within its tide. The stars that twinkle in the sky at night, Awe-inspiring and beyond our sight. The planets that orbit around their sun, A dance of cosmic forces, as they run. The black holes that swallow up all light, A place where …
Everything is made of sadness, Happiness is just an illusion. You are ignoring, what you really are. You want to be happy, And yet I see you say it’s depressing, to be sad. But sadness is not the enemy, It’s the messenger of the soul. It speaks to us in whispers, Urging us to become …
To cast every mystery the universe is made,To it one the cycle is going. You are speck, trying to figure out But sad everything will be replaced. By a new dawn, a new beginningAs time marches on, forever spinning But in this moment, you can find peaceIn the beauty that surrounds, may it never cease …
Yuris Alhumaydy on Unsplash Lying on her bedsheets, surrounded by dear ones, alone on her thoughts and those blacked out dreams, she shades her tears on her imagination, she paints all the life, and her unseen fear, singing the tale of her unseen tears. Apology is not her need, nor is sympathy, She is neither …
I was staying in my chair and bundle of thoughts came into me and this poem happened and went out as they came in. People ask, What is there, where you are standing. What is secret, you erect alone and lonely. I see you break sometimes, but you get strong eventually. What is that lets …
I trust her, Not just her words, but her touch too. I trust her, Not just her actions, but her promises too. I have given up myself to her. Either I am going to be shattered into pieces, left alone, or molded into a new form. I am in her hands – I trust her. …
A precious act, A feel that makes you feel alive, Conveys emotions, Redirects hormones, & Increases breath. Touch is an essential thing for most of us. These few days getting lost in my own mind garden made me realize how important is touch for everyone. We experience the sensations of touch in our body …
I find anger raging inside, Just by seeing people angry around me, All the time. I see myself being not me, Demon residing, I am loosing myself one by one, Lost, Getting lost, Turmoil is coming through my veins, No blood gives people such mood, Seems like something else is flowing through, Very cold, …
I am more of a rough writer. I scratch a lot of poems in minutes and forget them later. Whenever I sit to write I just want to get it done faster. Therefore, most of my writings turn out to be raw and casual. However, I am trying to write this poem by taking time …
I am trying to post as much often as I could. I am hoping that I am able to update my blog everyday. But to be honest I do not have much to write about today. Still, I wanted to talk about few things. There are a lot of people who wants to gets things …
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