The Sky: A Canvas of Dreams and Whispers Look up, dear friend, just tilt your head, Beyond the roofs, where clouds are spread.
By Lokesh Kumar9 months ago in Poets
My Younger Brother: The Little Hurricane with a Heart He came in like a thunderclap, Tiny fists, no time to nap. From Lego wars to broken plates,
The Man Who Walked Without Applause He didn’t speak in fancy prose, Nor wore his feelings like fresh clothes. His love was quiet, hard to see—
end days in these quarantine times, staring at floorboards uneven. while mother lies dying, intractably morose, i count the times i've been here before–
By kp9 months ago in Poets
creation flows and cannot stop it stops only for a moment when it is no longer able to defend itself from the environment it turns into matter with unlimited possibilities devoid of any barriers it moves everywhere it wants it travels through unknown and known worlds it learns things from previous lives it gets clues from the sky and clouds during meditation celestial beings appear to her indicating the next step, the person and the method that will work best and then as if nothing ever happened she becomes almost a normal being but only for a moment the dark energy is perfectly strong that is why it does not allow her any kind of prolonged rest even in sickness she has to carefully and accurately perform gestures to be on time
By Lightness9 months ago in Poets
A woman standing on window by herself stare up the sky, she imagine little girl, now turned to star, sniffing at the aged body of her own.
By Mansi9 months ago in Poets
I wish I could be young again— not to fix what was broken, but to hold you longer, to see you clearer in the days before I understood what love costs and what it gives.
By Test9 months ago in Poets
Oh sister, if you have one, give me an onion. She came asking for it today, too. I had a habit of giving her even what was in her stomach.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
A bird without wings, feeling with its heart The narrow sky is not yours, but mine, the beautiful meadow Sitting on the roof of the house, peeping at the beautiful flowers
We have met many people in our lives. Some are still with us; some are gone. There are the ones we have lost touch with, People whom we used to know fairly well.
Mom, listen, Tell me a secret. While playing downstairs, I heard a cat's voice. I slowly got closer and looked. I was surprised. Mom, there's a very beautiful kitten there...
You arrived like morning light, soft and sure, filling the world with wonder. In my arms, something so small, yet somehow bigger than anything I had known.
By SAMIRA TASNIM9 months ago in Poets
