Category: Poetry

  • Patience

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    Patience is a virtue that only the mightiest can hold.In a jiffy it’s worth less, over eons it’s gold. While the impatient might be waiting,Mercy will always find the patient. Weeping, fighting, striving through the ordealBut respite will always find the patient. Oh passenger, wait not for the prophet,cause grace shall fall serendipitously.

  • Understanding

    I understand that I don’t understand! Therefore, when I don’t understand, I have understood something, and when I have understood, I know I don’t completely understand because there shall be something I haven’t understood!

  • Resonant Minds

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    Back and forth goes the oscillating block.Having energy abundant in stock.Happy in its own periodicity,Even though it appears mediocrity. Alas, the imperative society,An interaction with forces too mighty,Makes the block behave strangely.Often dampened and stifled to its own nature.Einstein says when the phase of the driver,matches the natural frequency of the striver,resonance is reached, limits…

  • I was here

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    Oh! The fleeting nature of existence.Would anyone know I was here?Lost in the crowd, my voice, shouting to be known.A divergence wanting to be shown.Does it even matter?For human existence is all but short-lived.

  • The Pursuit of Life

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    Amidst the vast Universe, are we alone?Are we unique to have a Sun which has brightly shone?I wonder, ponder, that on a scale grander,What it means to be alive?Two hundred billion galaxies discovered so far,A life like ours, yet none on par.There has to be! There has to be! says the insight,Yet none appear in…

  • Passive Society

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    He kept shouting “look!”Look at the beauty of nature.Look at this exception,in our understanding.Isn’t it intriguing? But others said “ohh that!”That’s so obvious,It always happens this way,Big deal!, mocking him. Look at the pattern, he continued courageously,Look at the gate the other side to which lies a better understanding,a better manifestation of nature. But other’s…

  • The Sailor

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    Out into the open sea, the sailor set to sail, He knew he was ready when he felt a strong gale. He pulled the sail up to the top of the mast, He was ready to sail at last. He was aware that his job would be tough, the weather would be a challenge and…

  • Old Eyes

    Age is a vortex which swallows all alike, it is an inevitable road on which everyone has to hike. I see the old dog losing its vibrancy. His weary eyes depicting life’s inconstancy. His eyes look familiar as if telling a story, the story which needs no oratory. I see a similitude in his eyes…

  • Solidarności

    I walk on a trodden road, Laden with a heavy load. A drop of compassion is all I need, A teensy bit of love for the soul to feed. On a point, I strive to focus The point that defines my life’s locus. With a bundle of solidarity And a head full of clarity I…

  • The Story of My Life

    It’s a trap of genetics. Altruism isn’t just theatrics. Oh, positive, degenerates my blood group and my nature. I wish to reach the height, where no one could reach. Give me the strength lord, to give justice to the altruistic gene. Forgive me thy lord, for all the Schadenfreude seen. It is a gift and…