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A boat beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear,…

Getting the feeling you don’t even exist Getting the feeling that people don’t care Getting the feeling your invisible People look at you see right…

When I tread, in secret, the untrodden snow, with Winter I shuffle, beside the low sun, through crisp, golden chesnut leaves of Autumn and dance…

Are you living a life of disappointments? where nothing seems to ever go your way. Thank God there are tomorrows thank God for life’s better…

Harmony, a tranquil state, a state of love and care. Where many people want to go, but so few people dare. Of hands across the…

life has been in the state of ecstacy, like a pilgrim that touches your wish, leaving all behind and remembering what you want….. just moment…

A man who still lives Has poetry in his heart Sentiments adamantly beat As innate essence of existence A poet writes from his heart An…

My eyes, my heart my mind Are now empty Can there be some left?

when there is anger (or joy, or whatever might be) one does not look for the opposite one does not seek to control or suppress…

The life lived cannot be rejected to live anew afresh; The time passed can never again be regained; The youthful vision can never again be…

Very seldom I get a letter from someone. And I hear the cooing in the mail box. She has already started making her nest. ‘I…

The things you’ve done have no effect any longer I’ve turned away And there’s no turning me back I’m now what I am And what…

A window pane of longing is all it takes to revisit the slanting slopes of Rio de Janeiro, the favellas where samba is like the…

A place to myself A place away from life A place away where I can be alone And place away from stress and tension A…

Which came first – Egg or hen, Literature or grammar? Puzzles still continues! Can you solve it?

Look at my face. What do you see? It’s cracked with life, times gift to me. My teeth are unpearly, my hair’s worn quite rough,…

The child is God in the human form, But innocent of God itself in Nature, Growing to manhood loses divinity, Which he aspires to achieve…

the red flowers on the native tree in my garden glowed in the morning sun; now the curtains are drawn and the darkness embraces the…

The girl Who is…? Fancy to win the power She has…. Kind and nice heart Moral and energetic rhythm in life Neat and Pleasant day…

Money makes the world go bad, or so it seems A most vital part of the American dream Aspirations of the wealthiest position Corrupting even…