the power of human creation hits me hard with the realisation that the precise combination of the sounds escaping their mouths; the strange enunciations have words feelings emotions and sense attached to them. whereas to me they are devoid of all that. to me they're just sounds. This poem came into being on 1st January …
take me back in time to the days of years gone by the time when I was little the time I had faith I could fly take me back in time and make me believe that Mother Earth too was once healthy and green take me back in time to when his health was fine …
when things are not going your way and the world becomes a sad little place i request you to hold on
what has this world come to? why is acceptance such a huge trouble? why is a matter of our concern, two men kissing one another?
they say: pretend. that you're in bliss. not because you really are but because everybody else is.
"I was raped. Repeatedly." Finally confessed the survivor. "You are a really lucky guy!" Came the only reply.
Have you ever stopped and Admired life's simple pleasures? Have you ever focussed on This world's real treasures?