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 May 1
Agnes de Lods
When I was cold,
my surface was so predictable.
An icy land allowed me
to be alone, distant, safe.

One day, the sun came,
and changed my frame.

The warm wind melted everything.
I became defenseless saltwater.

Untamed tears,
chanting my past lives
hidden in the drops
of who I was
and what I longed to mean.

With time, the calm waters
turned clear and soothing.

The particles of light shimmered silently
in the fractured space,
being so gentle, like a healing touch
lost in the dark past.

Now, when a strong wind blows again,
I'm so afraid of my untamed waters.
I don’t want to hurt,
I don’t want to be hurt.

Without shape, without frame,
I’m so strong and fragile
in perfect duality,
like a fierce ocean seen in fulfilled light.
I hear this endless symphony
calling me to the definitive solution.
Is there anything more permanent ?
Is there anything more vain ?
For surely the word we call last
Will outlast all our attempts to change
 May 1
Traveler
Beliefs
Effect areas
Of our intelligence  
That sould otherwise
Contemplate logically

Waiting for
Miracles
Impossibly real
Stuck in caves
Where kindness
And fear
Come together
And ****

More than an image
The sky outside
Turn around
And run for the real life!
Traveler Tim

Greek in origin (:
 Apr 30
nivek
speaking truth to power
a poets corner
even a whisper
heard in deaf ears
can change the world.
 Apr 29
Carlo C Gomez
Pilcrow, the Blind P,
once said,

"Allow me, ma'am/sir,
  for it looks like
  you could use a break.
  Besides, Hedera is hard
  and annoying, so full of herself,
  and up to her neck in ivy."

That was a Snark.
But who could tell?
Simply forgot to point it out.
Guess it's better to
leave things unsaid.

In the end
there's only enough
room for the Asterism.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
 Apr 29
Joginder Singh
बूढ़ा हो चुका हूँ ।
अभी भी
मन के भीतर
गंगा जमुनी तहज़ीब का
जुनून बरकरार है ।
भीतर की मानसिकता
घुटने टेकने
क्षमा मांगने वाली रही है ,
फलत:अब तक
मार खाता रहा हूँ ।

अभी अभी
पहलगाम का
दुखांत सामने आया है ,
जिसने मुझे
मेरे अंत का मंज़र
दिखाया है।
अगर अब भी इस
गंगा जमुनी तहज़ीब के
जाल में फंसा रहा
तो यकीनन बहेलिए के
जाल में ,
उस द्वारा फेंके गए
दानों के लोभ में
ख़ुद को फंसा हुआ पाऊंगा,
कभी छूट भी नहीं पाऊंगा।
बस उस के जाल में
फड़फड़ाता रह जाऊंगा।
शाम तक
रात के भोजन का
निवाला बनने के निमित्त
हांडी पर पकाया जाऊंगा।
यह ख्याल
अभी अभी
जेहन में आया है।
मुझे शत्रु बोध की
अनुभूति होनी चाहिए।
मुझे मिथ्या सहानुभूति
कतई नहीं चाहिए।
कब तक अबोध बना रहूंगा ?
बूढ़ा होने के बावजूद
बच्चों सा तिलिस्मी माया जाल में
फंसा हुआ तिलमिलाता रहूंगा।
कब मेरे भीतर शत्रु बोध पैदा होगा ?
.... और ‌मैं अस्तित्व रक्षा में सफल रहूंगा।
आप भी अपने भीतर शत्रु बोध  को जागृत कीजिए।
अपने प्रयासों से जिजीविषा को तीव्रता से अनुभूत कीजिए।
सुख समृद्धि और सम्पन्नता से नाता जोड़ लीजिए।
२९/०४/२०२५.
 Apr 29
Joss Lennox
The race to the top of silver rain mountain,
it's on the way down to the rivers of riches,
headed out west on golden threaded miles,
through the trees of greeds green ghosts,
in valleys of gilded breaths and golden hushes,
merchants, muses blow on as paper winds,
stay a while on beggars promises,
all to collect their coin of dreams.
greed is a hollow journey. pursuit of love, kindness, gratefulness, community, equality, fairness and peace i.e. things with depth will forever hold more value. greed can be found, of course, in all of these. Be grateful for what you have when you have it, even when you're struggling to make ends meet, especially then.
 Apr 27
Mike Adam
Day
There is Morning Fog
Sometimes

There is Illumination
After Noon
Sometimes

If Clarity were Constant-

How would We Know?
 Apr 24
Shambhavi
Chairs were made in many forms,
for different hands, for different norms.
But one was placed for all to try,
too high, too low, too stiff, too dry.

It scratched their skin, it bruised their pride,
yet still they sat, and tried to hide.
Until it broke, with quiet despair,
not them, my friend but the unfit chair.
Funfact: It's not about chairs :)
 Apr 22
Shambhavi
In the era of demons, who loves God?
In the era of lies, who follows truth?
In the era of body counts, who loves the soul?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who is human?

In the era of pretenders, who is trustful?
In the era of rapes, who is respectful?
In the era of killings, who makes sacrifices?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who follows dharma?
According to Hinduism/Sanatan Dharma kaliyuga is defined as an era which is basically the end of the world the demon "kali" will become so powerful that it will manipulate people's mind and people will become demons so God will come and save everyone and will start a new era in which everyone will follow dharma.
 Apr 15
Shambhavi
In the race for gold,
We wrapped our peace in silent fold.

In the chase for lavish things,
We lost the joy that life truly brings.

In the race for body counts,
We blurred pure and sacred love amounts.

In the climb to reach the top,
We took our morals to a silence drop.

In the race to have all we sought,
We forgot what God once taught.
In race of earning money, power and fame we unfortunately lost our biggest weapon humanity and love.
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