Poetry Blogs (image)
I want to speak one more Language
That everybody can easily speak
Same as our food or as beverage
If not, it means, we are weak
I wish I could deal with people
In everywhere, whatever they are
I hope I can once be able
To become a friend to those are aware
Serious or peaceful situations
Should not affect our hearts
The poverty or lux...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 9:41 am
Learning to love yourself is gruelling. Every flaw, every mistake, every quirk. Only us ourselves know how characteristically flawed we truly are. So we hide. Hide behind make up, clothes and materials.
Social media enables us to create an ideology of the person we think we are, the person we want to be. But in the midst of the night we lie awake contemplating ourselves. Questioning our choices...
Tuesday 1st November 2016 3:17 pm
Today my heart felt a blow,
By a view so divine.
I let my emotions flow,
Like a 30 year old wine.
There it was in that tiny box,
With pulses of energy shooting through,
That blurry image came across,
Like the inside of a Great Gray Kangaroo.
I felt her hand touching mine,
Held her hand - fingers entwined,
Watching my angel wriggle and shine,
With the life of Us combined.
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:31 pm
~It’s scary these days what girls will do to become thinner,
drown in protein shakes, eat nothing but Vogue for dinner.
Why is the ideal woman seen as thin?
When bones visible through cling-film-like skin
is not my idea of healthy.
You can have a size zero waist but have a size zero brain.
I’m not saying that when you gain
weight you gain intelligence,
I’m saying that when you preach hate ...
Saturday 11th April 2015 5:45 pm
The future's bright
as long as I've got my fix
12, 9, 6, it doesn't matter
how many minutes it takes,
I remain loyal to the golden glow
of course I know the risks, I'm not stupid -
I'm far from - but my place in the sun
hasn't yet been revealed, it's plain that no plane ticket
has fallen into my lap, it's no fun this being broke
so I cut the crap and s...
Monday 5th July 2010 7:16 pm
There was nobody else here
the body said
without leaving any clues
like a detective novel would.
There was no cold murder
with the thrust of
a steel knife
and no silent voilence
that stung in the night.
This body lay there un-found
with a zen like silence
for long than it could remember
staring at the moon-light
and then the moon-light again
Sunday 14th February 2010 12:52 pm