I Feel Free When | I Am Not The Kind Of Person Who | Stress Is That Notification | People Are Like Radio | Calmness Is That Pool I feel freeAnd full of ecstasy.When I accept my past as history.That can be a lesson to me.But not a shackle ,my present, as a gift, I…
Hope Is That Uber Ride | Before It Gets Too Late | My Ability To Trust Someone | Medicines Cure Diseases, But Only Doctors Hope is that uber ride that kindles faith gives energy and boosts the mind to proceed further and go high.– Manju Lata Hope is that uber ride.That makes you take every…
Life Is Completed When | If I Ever Meet A Person Who’s Just Like Me | One Thing That Runs Deep In Our Generation Is | Like A Bird In The Sky | Life Comes To A Full Circle When Life is complicatedwhen anyone fights with their own for justice and its cost paid by…
Father’s Day Poetry In English | When I Bumped My Head Or Scratched My Knee | You Lighten Up My Day With Your Smile | The shoes of an ideal Father When I bumped my headOr scratched my kneeIt was my father who came running to meThough behaved rudely, shouted at meBut even though I feel…
I Am The Ocean | If The Brain Could Communicate | Chess Of Life | Knowing Yourself Is Like | When I Wake Up Late I am the ocean vast and deepContaining myriad treasures and mysteries steep.My thoughts are endless and timeless like the waves galore.And my identity is true and constant like the stretched-out…
Living Becomes Easy When | My Cure For Boredom Is | You Could Have Given Up Living becomes easy when…You realize the purpose of the same!Managing time is keyto all the blocks n locks of life,indeed will get you fame !!With excuses, you may only drag,but with the effort you wud win n earnurself a…
An Echo Murmured Back | When I See A Leaf Falling | The Films Of The Candle | When No One Waits For Me I was trappedIn the midstof my family problemsRestless days and nightsI was going throughSuddenly an echo murmured back,a voiceWhispered in my ears…Be patient,remember the words of KrishnaCome out of the longings,Affection…
We need stories to | The kitchen smells like | The darkness inside me hides | Some morning, I wake up early and tell myself We need stories to recreatechildhood and cherish memories.We need stories to inspire and get inspiredwhen the time is really pressing hard,And it seems that all doorsare closed with darkness…And…At that…
There Was Once A Road Through The Woods | …And You Never Know When You’ll Say Your Last Goodbye | I’m just tired There was once a road through the woodsBeautiful greens provided a soothing shadeCool breeze used to cover the entire area with loveWalking smoothly rejoicing in the woodsBut soon we only destroyed our…
My Relationship With Writing | Thinking Becomes Easy When: Assorted Poetry 4 In the ‘exciting’ pre-teen lifeGoing to schoolGames are lifeWe find ourselves again betweenThe races that we people madeLeaving childhood behindI run and compromiseSuccess is something that I need to findIn the rush of lifeOf the working hours9 to 5 that’s how most of…
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