A Pilgrimage: Mark Of Cultural Identity

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Pilgrimage: a mark of cultural identity, Illuminated Heritage buildings; A place that confers spiritual wisdom Freeing you from horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies; A perfect place for a man To spend his days in silence Enjoying harmless joys of solitude With a guiltless heart, free From all dishonest deeds And thoughts … Read more

There Is a ‘Kid’ In Everyone: Prosetry

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Me a kid to have enjoyed this. There is a ‘kid’ in everyone. But now all we have is Forgotten dreams. You play a son, a father, a husband Shielding and protecting your family from the world You conquered your fears and braved all odds You are meant to fly higher Higher than even what … Read more

Let The Magic Work

Let The Magic Work Rays of light Peering down from The cusp of heaven A heavenly touch of sunshine Piercing through the cloudy sky Slipping through the golden gates, As if blessing me in my Moments of personal glory, As my dreams become reality.   Looking back I feel So easy, was the idea of … Read more

The Orange Dot

The Orange Dot An orange dot on the bell “You have new notifications” A rush of elation. “My poem is trending?” “Strangers ‘Like’ my work?” A ‘Follow’; means that My thoughts matter. Someone somewhere Understands something about me. I too have carved a niche for myself In this big wide world. Each and every notification … Read more

The Gentle Giants

gentle giants

The Gentle Giants The summertime breeze Rustling through the leaves… While listening to the whispers of these trees. I leave my cares and anxieties behind Feeling the comfort and warmth of being near These massive giants standing here… Away from the crass and rude concrete jungle Seeking solace seems to be My constant refrain… Quietude. … Read more

Questions and Answers

Questions and Answers

Questions and Answers The swarm of thoughts Engulfs me, Echoing; Bouncing off my memories Moving as one. Sometimes erratic they seem, Rolling and undulating, Sometimes simply at peace Sometimes opaque the other They transform into transparency. There is altogether too much to fit inside My little brain which has no floor, No walls and no … Read more