Dastaan-e-ulfat

TRANSLATION (rough & not literal) S: The story of love has rendered my heart dead The rights have become wrong And the abominable are validated - all in the name of love K: The flower of love does come with a lot of thorns God would take it upon himself to relieve of their pain … Continue reading Dastaan-e-ulfat

A Champion For Nobody

A hundred days of glory A bright white stead None shall come to thee But pain and agony   You will be defeated By those you save Your reward would be shame Your hope will be cheated Again   Your purpose will be beaten down Your intentions - misunderstood For you, there is no brotherhood … Continue reading A Champion For Nobody

The Rising Moon

via Daily Prompt: Delivery The Twilight is darkening... Round, big and bright- It rises up in the sky. The moon spreads Its silvery shadows Over the lake, the clouds, The trees and the meadows. The midnight is descending... Round, smaller but bright- It finds its place in the sky ~KB

Nadia

In the closets of my conscience And in the pits of my mind I have locked away a few regrets And I have buried a few fears Well, I have written shittier poems, so this one doesn't seem so bad. Poems are the dark craters of my moon. It's not their fault. I will never … Continue reading Nadia

(SnapShots) Fingers

Writing 201: Poetry. Prompt - fingers. Form - prose poem. Device - Assonance. FINGERS It was just before midnight. I was reading Alice In Wonderland. My eyes felt like an elastic band stretched too long. I was putting my tab away when a reflection caught my eye. Shimmering on it's black screen was the street … Continue reading (SnapShots) Fingers

What Really Matters

Wriiting poetry 201. Day #3. Prompt: trust. Form: acrostic. Device: internal rhyming. Truth be told, we can mold a new world. Reason is blinded; our sights are clouded. Unquestioningly, a burden we bear; of hatred, doubt, war and despair. Stones in our hearts, can turn the still into ripples, Trust no human, no sign maybe … Continue reading What Really Matters