Part1: Brand new world of pseudo bridges, Fall one after the other in deep abyss. The candle of peace burns itself to the utmost. Devils of this world in angels disguise. They divide the humanity; they build unseen blocks. They stretch their Hands though the Darkness, Trying to suffocate the lambs of the world. Mortal… Continue reading Degradation
Existentialist
E He believes For the sake of existence, he exists. Coming from nowhere To the vacuum existence, With no sense, no logic No wisdom behind; To exist… He develops in nothingness of existence Without meaning, no God. Bareness of the epistemology, No metaphysics intrinsically needed. From infancy to manhood, He grows up in life. … Continue reading Existentialist
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Heart heavyFull of sorryPains fullySo refractoryIts sky cloudyDark and drearyTears rainyJoy needyMissing tranquillitySeeking breathlesslyTo be happy… Its my self conspiracyAgainst someone called me. S.C.P.Biba
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Petrichor As I walk my solitary pathIt starts spitting dazzlesAnd me- dust walks on dustBoth of us dry and shackledLife's sun has burned our greens. Both- thirsty to the drops of loveTo the Blessings From AboveOnce the first grace tickles the dry coreThe scent of damp life within bloomsThe time our green beauties grow. S.C.P.Biba
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Ode to immortality So vulnerable to decline,Made of clay- ManWalks life as a passerbyTil Time clears his footprints-And Dust wears his dust out. Worm food's underground;Yet, his deeds remain crownWith subtility will carve in stoneTill their echoes in history echoesUp to curse or to praise. S.C.P.Biba
Mood #poetry #poem #iamwriting #villanelle
Mood As memories twinkle remembrance fords,Her eyes close their curtain. Her soft night glows;The errant soul dances on witty cords. Summer's drowsy breeze numbs her stifled wordsLet her weary heart proses its bores. SoHer memories twinkle remembrance fords Fall teases her undead leaves with his swordsVenom winds evisc'rate her green in slowThe errant soul dances… Continue reading Mood #poetry #poem #iamwriting #villanelle
Star #poetry #poem #iamwriting #fame #star
If you want your name to pop upDon't speak your mindGo with the flowBe superficial and fakeAnd they will surely say your nameOn the blue sphere of fakenessThey will spread your fameAll you have to do isDance naked, drink drugsAnd bow down to your king Surely, you will pop up. S.C.P.B
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The shadow of this day drops its curtainAll the muffled pains and sorrows encumberIts burden on man's chest, on the next day's Back. The day leaves its legacy and dies. S.C.P.B
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Modern Heart Her heart is her own.No more wears it on her sleeves;No great expectations! No more tears!She adjusts even its tic toc beats-No fancy arrows might break its chains,She conquers its core and its districts.Now,Her heart is her ownShe puts her mind in her heart.Now,She may wears it on her sleeves.Now,She may dances on… Continue reading #poetry #poem #iamwriting #heart #she
Failure #poetry, #poem #iamwriting #life #Hope #dreams #Failure
Failure In the quest of a dreamNight and day in the raceOnce foundSnatched it as though a starWatered it from my careTill in reality, it sprouts its graceI walked life holding it on my backCradled it to growsummers, fallWinter nightsWith the coming of SpringFully raised and reared,At the cross of roads,It sent its grimace and… Continue reading Failure #poetry, #poem #iamwriting #life #Hope #dreams #Failure
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Doing some things they don't likeDoing it with all their heartPretend and inventLove , passion and compassionUntil their forged inventionsTurn into sores, hatred and depressionAdd some to some plus someRivers of alive rocks devoid the souls…To kill them systematically-Modernly. S.C.P.B
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Frail eyes stick to downsToo frightened to look up skiesIn a cavern there they hideOn their way no way they eyesAt the end of their tunnel,Amidst darkness of life,Keep digging the dark for lightAn inch left… they give up. So-Called Poetry of Biba
