Time - By Steven Michael Hilling

Time

Time passes us by so fast
Each time we blink our eyes, it becomes our past.
Time is running away like a freight train
Leaving behind on its tracks, sorrow and pain.
Time changes a healthy person into a frail human being
Leaving them limited in doing certain things.
Time changes the color of our hair
our skin is no longer smooth or fair
Time has a season for everything
A time to be born, a time to die,
A time to weep and a time to sing.
Time robs us of our father or mother sister or brother.
One day we will answer God’s final roll call
then time will end  for us all.
One day the last breath will be drawn from you and I
As we softly whisper our last goodbye.
God created time at the beginning of creation
He will end it at the end of Revelation
For every child, woman and man
God holds time in the palm of his hand
Time changes our seasons each year
We adore each one so dear
Time changes the leaves on the trees
And the waves on the sea
If I could turn back the hand of time
There would not be any hate or crime
As children we were told
Time turns young into old
God will roll back the curtain of time one day
To show us our eternal home in its fine array
Time takes no holiday
It passes quickly by night and day.


- Written by: Steven Michael Hilling

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ONAM in GODS OWN COUNTRY - By Chulliyil

ONAM in GODS OWN COUNTRY

It is the day of Onam
I would like to write a poem
Celebrated in the Gods Own Country
Right from common people to manthri
Familes make yummy dishes
And this is one of my wishes
Floral decorations in front of the home
I can’t wait for this day to come
Avial, kalan, Olan, Ellisheree
Sambhar, pappad, pickle and pulianjee
The final feast ends with a payasam
Semia or Adda that you will like to have some.
The feast is mostly vegetarian
Neither egg nor any non-vegetarian
Drumsticks is used in most of the dish
In Avial, Sambhar and every other food you wish
Makes your lunch delicious
And the hospitality is mostly gracious
You will go home with a pot belly
For sure, I am not talking silly.


- Written by: Chulliyil

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THE MOMENTS - By Sylvia Salima

THE MOMENTS
 
The wind that fades my tears
 
may it fade your pain
 
The stars that brighten my life
 
may they brighten your path
 
The clouds that overshadow my weakness
 
may they overshadow your enemies
 
The love that is sincer in my heart
 
may it heal the wounds I caused.
 
 
- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE NIGHTMARE - By Sylvia Salima

THE NIGHTMARE
 
Am living a life full of pain
 
Am living a life full of lies
 
Am living a life towards destruction
 
Am living a life full of pretence
 
A life :not from my heart,
 
A life far from my thought
 
A nightmare it is.
 
 
- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE COCOON AND THE SUN AT NOON - By JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA

THE COCOON AND THE SUN AT NOON

Our life is a mere illusion
We are under incredible delusion
The sun neither sets in  the west
Nor does it rise in the east
The earth seems to be standing
The Sun looks is it were moving
The star we see is not there
It has gone afar
We think  as though we live for ever
We hate our very neighbour
And neglect even our life giver
How do we feel when the earth does tremor?
We may climb the Mount Everest
Can we stop any tempest?
We might have set our foot on the moon
Before God we are like a baby in its with a spoon
Unless we come out of our cocoon
We will never see the brightness of the Sun at noon


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA

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EMOTIONS - Sylvia Salima

EMOTIONS

An island is what I left behind

A treasure is what I conquered ahead

The tears enrolled were to much to bear

the broken souls kept rigging through my mind

The  trust withheld I lost it all

the pride I had faded like the watery paint

In a life time I had it all: in a minute I lost it through the drain

I had to leave: I had to move on

To greener pastures  that were like an oasis to many eyes foreseen.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE STRANGER - By Sylvia Salima

THE STRANGER

I reply to a hidden love: I reply to the rhythmic song in my mind

The blooming flowers: the brighter skies

I met a stranger who was an angel in disguise

An overwhelming heart: an enduring soul

A stranger on my path: A stranger of showering blessing

A stranger of peace: A stranger of love

The world belongs to us both when the stranger passes by.


- Written by:  Sylvia Salima

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THE ENTAILING WINDS - By Sylvia Salima

THE ENTAILING WINDS

The winds are cold: the warm air keeps me warm

My heart is broken; my eyes are dry

Like a shadow your image disappears from my sight

Like a crack the wounds keep getting greater

The cold breeze of pain: the cold breeze of misery

The winds that blow away my sorrow

the winds that blow you out of my heart.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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SHATTERED BEAUTY - By Sylvia Salima

SHATTERED BEAUTY

You are a rose,only with thorns

You are a beauty only dimmed by lies

you are a jewel only to be  admired

I should list it all:but my heart has hidden it all

Blinded by love cant walk away:

a stagnant swamp is what I became

A rose that pricks the good is what you are:

with nothing is what the hopeless are left with

You are the rose that turned my life into a bush.


- Written by:  Sylvia Salima

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HOME - By Sylvia Salima

HOME

My face seems brighter: my heart seems heavy

My wounds seems to get deeper: my emotions seems to get hidden

I am tired : I feel like  I am in a never ending race

My tears are endless: my beauty seems to fade like a jug

Am done: am gone: am living in a house which does not: feel like home.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE VACUUM - By Sylvia Salima

THE VACUUM

At a  distance he Is" At a mile I run

His cold glance kills my soul

His phoney embrace makes me love him even more:

He became a stranger 'when he used to be my love

He became like a puzzle :complicated to uncover

Even at close" he's still at a distance

At a distance he is at a mile I run:

Towards a love that is vacuum in his eyes.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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VINAYAKA, the god of obstacles - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

VINAYAKA, the god of obstacles

Vinayaka is the son of parvathi
The Cosmic power and the evil destroyer
He lost his head In his supreme duty to his dear mother
And was put to death by Lord Shiva, his very father
The universe  saw the wrath of his mother
Lord  vinayaka became the first god in the hierarchical order
And became the head of gods
The creator of obstacles
If we workshop him with devotion
We will be saved from our commotion
His big belly is symbolic of the need for a great appetite
The long ears symbolize  the necessity to listen well
We should not always tell and yell
Mental powers are greater than physical features
The hand some and the beautiful
are always not the great creatures
The elephant is symbolic of strength and gentleness
Man is symbolic of intellectual greatness
May Lord Ganesha give all of us calmness!


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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Sunday - By Aneka B.

Sunday

Subtle tones of humidity in the air.
Neck tension catching on fire.
The window's telling stories.
The rain's playing hide and seek with the sun.

And everything stinks like false priorities.

To the majority at least.

Everybody's one last excuse before being buried alive.

The guilty following the carnival
To the big black house of redemption.

As the rest of us reduce our
Spirituality to Video Games and TV

In search of the same fulfillment.

Sunday.

The knives still stuck in all our backs.
We follow blindly.

One day to remember
What we do not have.
What we can\'t achieve.

Recruiting others.

Only the children,
In their abandonment,
Have left the masses
To honor the universe
And it's secrets.

So when we fiction
Our way to next Sunday
We might leave a friction
Up to fate. 




- Written by: Aneka B.

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Rise of Kin - By Darius Ng

Rise of Kin

Nature calls
It’s a new beginning
They lost the war
Change is pending.

We were never the kind
To be so out of line
But who knew-
We had it fine.

They always had their heads high.
Confidence? They said they were might.
But who knew-
They lied.

They were caged from the start
Couldn’t stop-

Smoking, drinking, gambling
They died.

Independence day-
A new meaning
For on this day
A new beginning

Change was inevitable
It was predictable
Nature set free
Man free-er.


- Written by: Darius Ng

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WHAT IF I HAD NEVER GROWN UP? - By Isha Chandaliya

WHAT IF I HAD NEVER GROWN UP?

those were the best days of my life
when i was unknown of the difference in six and nine!

how everyone pulled my cheeks
and i would innocently reply
"it hurts do it not plz"

how  everyone cared  about me only-father,sister mother
now not even a single is bothered.

that moment the difficult decision was to choose a crayon
what if i remained as a kid since i was born.

would talk only when class was silent,
and used to get amazing reaction TOTALLY VIOLENT

liked how everyone pampered
that affection at present, got hampered.

i were such an incorrigible and totally insane girl
oh! i wish i had never grown up!


- Written by: Isha Chandaliya

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LET GIRLS ARISE - By Isha Chandaliya

LET  GIRLS ARISE

who says girls are preferred to boys?
still infant girls are killed
thinking they will ruin the toys?
why do the parents not understand ?
that it is not her fault
if she is a girl
let her live
why for her own existence
she has to strive?
who knows a day may come when you may feel pride
certainly because of her you will be identified
history is full of such examples
KIRAN BEDI, BACHHENDRI PAL
KALPANA CHAWLA, SAINA NEHWAL


- Written by:  Isha Chandaliya

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I have seen... - By Nikhil Nath

I have seen...

I have seen the moon
loiter  by my window
in pensive quiet

I have seen the sun
open many a door
on the spreadeagled beach

I have seen rain
enter the domain of silence
to start up a chatter

Yet, your touch
remains elusive
for which I still yearn

in the future
of a pamphlet
 asking citizens

to rebel against order
against the tyranny
against the mutiny
of words for
the sake of love


- Written by: Nikhil Nath


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