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May 7 Ankush

Starlit Reverie

May 7 Ankush

Vianne Lior

Starlit Reverie

The moon trails behind,
a pale guardian on high
chasing fleeting feet.

I think wonder is the moon’s favorite language—and children are fluent. 🌙✨

May 7 Ankush

It happens

May 7 Ankush

Druzzayne Rika

It happens

Blind devotion, a dangerous guide,
While reason sleeps, and truths hide.
Did you see the fire ignite?
The darkness in eyes, extinguishing the light
what a day in a lost paradise
But it happens yet again.

May 6 Ankush

Coward in disguise

May 6 Ankush

Druzzayne Rika

Coward in disguise

I am a coward in disguise
You will hear it in well made up lies
I try to knock the sphere of wise
But I am caught up to my device
Walking on tiptoes over my vices
Avoid setting them obscure at the wrong timings
I have an act up, kind of pretentious
Put up a brave face, being cautious
For time will come to test your defences
What we prepared is not enough, they are relentless
So it is the time, time to get up
Would I, If I am a coward in disguise,
Stand up and rise?

May 6 Ankush

Talent wasted

May 6 Ankush

Dr Peter Lim

Talent wasted

Everywhere
there's talent
indeed great talent
of very form
but sadly
so little
comes into
their true essence
for some reason
strangely unknown
to the person

just like
the fairest flower
being unseen
with its petals
all blown
and strewn
by the wind
and drop silently
upon
some lonely
corner
to be
swept away
into a hidden '
drain-
ah, all such beauty
drowned
and has ended
all in vain!

Such loss
such grievous pain!

May 6 Ankush

𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

May 6 Ankush

Christopher

𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤
𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥,
𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕.

𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤
𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕦𝕘, 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝,
𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪.
𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤.

𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒
𝕟𝕠𝕕, 𝕒n 𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣, 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕
𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣-𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕖,
𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟,
𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖’𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪!

#mondayblues

May 6 Ankush

mother

May 6 Ankush

witch

mother

all memories like wilted orchid
and i smelled the earth
i remember four quarrelsome stars
slipping beneath my fabric
how i miss them on winding night

belonging is worship
now i became god
and i'm not satisfied
until you give
contentment escapes

and like a god i am,
creating and creating endless ashes
tasting like burnt date
and keep asking to myself
is god ever satisfied?

mother on sand
mother on my hand
mother slips now
like an escaping memory
while sparkling more than ever
urging me to worship.

#mother #sand #free #star