A broad smile, life seems to be
That is gradually fading with the passing of the years.
Till it is fully eradicated by our...
Insurmountable agonies and uncompromising fears!
Demetrios Trifiatis
20 September 2026
QUESTION POINTS-:-
recurrent
wayward
stereotyped
enduring
agonies
partly EXPLAINING
present
proposed
inclinations
discernible
directions
described AT LENGTH
centrally
important
ideas
memorably
personalised
When we sought a new world,
We looked courageously to the skies above,
To create an atmosphere of love
Where man could see and simply live.
When we sought a new world,
We scorned and laughed at the hate they bore,
The many troubles of hidden agonies,
And the daring competitions of life.
The man I know is not one of cruelty or hate,
But a man of genuine integrity and pride,
A man of virtue, with an eagle’s pride.
When Obi was a boy,
He played at hide and seek,
But now, in the new world we sought,
He is a man who lives for others.
Draw the sword to the heart of man,
Gaze at his face with lifted eyes
There, only sorrow you will find,
Hidden for a thousand generations.
The strong, independent fellow,
Who lives for his fellow man,
Who ignores his pain.
He barters his happiness for a flower’s smile.
Undaunted pains of pleasure cease nothing,
For every stunt formation checks man's faith.
So far the bloods of the veins keep running...
Hope of the best expected will be birth.
As fertilized gametes shape into form;
Fetus more sensitive to aurora,
Good dilemma's moments shall see it come,
To rejoice the start via uterus porta.
Painstaking grace cares for all awful fears.
Perfect copy becomes a guise motive:
Though, tough groaning may come in lovely tears,
Most salvation to earth is combative.
The long awaiting young shall soon arrive,
Great jubilance past agonies revive!
Humanity, unceasingly, has been fighting wars everywhere for thousands of years,
However, it hasn't realized yet, this isn't the way to eliminate its agonies and fears!
Demetrios Trifiatis
21 March 2026
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PRAY FOR PEACE!
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If one declares war on another nation for personal gains,
Unending will be his soul's sufferings, agonies, and pains!
Demetrios Trifiatis
21 March 2026
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PRAY FOR PEACE!
to those living in lonely recess
where all agonies they repress
be a friend in their isle
under bleak sky their broken hearts lie
take them onto cloud nine to fly
see they flash sparks of smile
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear gas, pellet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs; the world falls apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices go unheard
Wishes fade and blur
Every heart has become a graveyard
Sweet melodies step down
As Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed away
By the deluge of tears
The soul of Humanity becomes a prey
To the endless wild forest of wars
While atrocities have robbed
Jaws of their smiles...
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yes, perhaps for you,
For you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Oceans of blood,
barren trees, burnt houses,
Tear-filled eyes, and shattered bodies.
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place!
Yet, our only home,
Our only hope....
Oh! My dear inamoratos
Enrapture and enamour one another
With jest and mirth
In a jiffy of joie de vivre
In heebie-jeebies
Soothe and love soothingly
In lividness and agonies
In our succinctly
As bona fide lovers
And as we are tyros
The amour betwixt swains and wenches
Should be with respect and tryst
But not breaking the virgin-knot
Till matrimony we can quest
The right to live and explore in fancy
To enjoy is to own
The right to open and welcome
In the palace of fantasy
To the kingdom of ecstasy
With merry and cheery.
Behind the moon, where hunters hunt
In secret, the whiff of boiling lipsticks
Chastises the lungs of scorpions.
Murals hang on battered doors of
Decrepit banners, hoisted by dust-swept
Elements of colours –etched and painted.
Drums are sober, frightening withered
Hands that beat them to lean delirium.
Rotten eggs hatch on their own,
Their shells, white-toothed fragments of
Lost archives, posted with the obituaries
Of totems of muted art.
The silence on the moon haunts.
That on the back of the moon sears,
Sears incoherently,
All agonies of a wasted age with fires,
Moon fires, old and ravenous,
Which smelt the vagaries of a
Limitless anxiety.
I'd been sleeping poorly what with my agonies
needed an early morning nap but
at a ratatatat on the front door I jerked awake and
obediently open up, a respectable couple not
this time trying to get me to switch my energy supplier or
join the young communists but
'We're from The Sun'
asking me if I had any thoughts on the 'Love Island House'
Excuse me what
She mentioned a house number and I blearily
glanced across the road at
the house recently painted in blue and pink
mumbling, I really don't care about it
'Could we use your name'
but I'm not deranged enough to give them that, and
It turns out it wasn't the house opposite but further along
beyond my eyeline,
I'd seen it tarted up with lights
seems it's been called out by a disgruntled neighbour
"The house is lit up like a building from Las Vegas"
and The Sun was frothing at the thought
of a Love Island related story and bothered me
Lee Holloway Towers in his fretful slumbers
Not my problem baby and
I will never sleep again
‘All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.’ (As You Like it Act 2, Scene 7)
(A Sonnet Inspired by Shakespeare)
The Hollow Stage
We slip upon a stage unmade by hands,
as viewers' eyes, like spotlights, burn above.
Our script is scrawled in fusain, as per plans
of carved agonies, most disguised as love.
Our opening verse in screams and gasps for breath,
then crawl through acts of mischief and of pride.
A longing laced libretto until death,
while swapping roles in masks we wear to hide.
The victim dies, the set with danger fraught,
the hero fails, the clown cries on the scene.
Elusive dreams are cheaply sold and bought.
Our exits come abrupt, precise and clean.
We play our parts yet know the truths engage,
that curtains fall and hollow is the stage.
What if I lose it all?
Forget who I am and
Die and cry and fall.
I'll be nothing but just sand,
Floating and fleeting in the air,
In the world Without a care.
Will it numb the pain,
Or it will all be in vain?
Or I'll be liberated from my agonies,
Like those dreamy house's balconies?
Will the tears end or the tears will end me,
Or they'll just turn into a vast never-ending sea?
Will it abate the thundering storms
That reside inside my mind,
All those loud and dark forms
That always keep me behind.
Save me if you can or I'll be
Nothing but a mere memory
Lost forever as a time so free,
Minor misty misery.
These screams are flowing as fizzy as waves in my veins,
Fostering the flowers of my excruciating pains,
Poisonous purple flowers are in sunlight and basking,
All the teal tears and tangerine turmoil they're masking.
Alone in my hell, just made for One.
Demons surrounding me, casting shadows without sun.
Fearless pride and scarred memories,
Dreams burn with love agonies.
Once blinding tears, now have run dry.
Fake laughter, hides a baby's cry.
The fog is getting thicker, there's no way out.
One soul hears another soul shout.
Let me go, I'm already dead.
The pain is finally gone, just numbs my head.
6 feet under this mental suicide.
You were that Angel always by my side.
I made a wrong turn, this is my destiny.
But something that day, died inside of me.
Your hell for One, needs no company.
The Devil, is now your only enemy.
Uncounted loneliness,
Unmeasured agonies
Need to say, but to whom,
This brings a situation
When you speak to yourselves alone
Neither a great experience nor an amazing fact,
But, I wish to write all my reactions. I took on every situation and act.’
....so I am writing.
When you are unable to speak, have nobody to share,
It does not mean you are unable to write…
It does not mean no one is willing to read,
And when you think nobody listens to you,
It does not mean nobody is reading….
So speak through your writing,
And let them listen through reading…
.... So, I am writing
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