the absence of colors forms white
like the fog on the empty street
it allows you to see only the outline of buildings
blurred trees and nothing else
I often strain my eyes to find
what could save me
but near the abyss is also a precipice
and the steps are confused
in the mist that equalizes all paths
until they become fall and delirium
I never did the best I could
and I don't even know how I got here
but after all what was so important in this life
that I didn't even notice?
Real heroes...sacrifice their lives...
Giving protection and peace in our hives..
Secular country,lost wealth of 42 warriors...
Leaving their families with heavy heart,
Almighty showers blessing in heaven.
Devastation of silent Pulwama with violence,
Changed Valentine day to black day...
Brought lump in our throat no way..
Bloods of Indians mixed up with anger and revenge...
To make surgical war against Pakistan..
A patriotic warrior to his mother....
"Don't quest for me, i will be back.If it's fate,
Ready for my funeral..."feels proud of your son...
Salute to his valor speech,nothing equalizes their sacrifice...
"JAI HIND"
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A contortionist achieves climax
Her ******** saluting her lips
From within an envelope of pleasure
Causing local beatitude
Though one may query such enthusiasm
Her ******** cooing mollifying concert
Waltzing against the hips of autumn temptation
That she was vibrant
Or that she was barren
Or that in artistry
This plausible microsecond
The happening of dawn quite imminent
And a canary perched upon a fence
Lavish us with falsettos
Each and every organism throughout the universe
Itself just below its conception
And love equalizes the balance
Adored from the beginning of the times
blessed for gods
spilt in sacrifices.
Nothing equalizes your purity
liquid crystal that without rest
climb to the sky to throw yourself in eternal cycle.
But fools that human beings believe
get dark your body
looking like the mind of the perverse ones.
They disguise you with wastes
in order that you are equal to the earthly miseries.
They do not understand that you are more valued
that his shiny metal ingots
or papers drawn with false values
But resists … Do not decline!
The man goes towards his death
but you, forever …
on the Earth will survive
Dark is the specter, shadowy images form in this tomb
Early is the mourn, long and dreary is the gloom
Anonymous now are you as well, cradled, nestled in
Death and the darkest fall, as our fate now begins
"I am what you will be" -Anonymous Roman tombstone
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This last part was updated and added for P.D.'s Contest: "Your (OWN) favorite poem"
This is my favorite poem that I've written for a few reasons. First, the title is written in Latin, a favorite language of mine and translates to the quote written at the end of the poem. Second, it is my feelings about how death equalizes us all and we all start fresh on a new journey. Last, I think I really captured a desolate feeling of how an anonymous tomb is, as the spirit of the one resting is long gone but the body rests in peace.
What is this unseen power
It changes all that exists into dust
It shapes our lives and our landscapes
It sculpts and changes us.
What is this unseen power
That rules the world of men
That heals and teaches and equalizes
That triumphs again and again?
Time is that great master
Of power and wisdom and grace
Which by doing nothing but passing
Leaves its mark on every place.
Time...yes you can waste it,
But be aware when you do
Time will return the favor my friend
And eventually start wasting you.