I wish the face in the mirror wasn’t mine.
The body I am forced to live in,
If only it could display the way I feel inside.
The body that others see,
Isn’t truly who I am.
I am not the unconfident “girl” they think they see.
No matter who decides to ignore my name,
Ignore the person I have proved myself to be.
I know who I am regardless of their words.
Every smile from a friend reminds me,
I am myself no matter who doesn’t believe me.
There is no need for proof here.
Nothing will change who I am unless I choose.
I am just as much of a man as anyone.
Even if you won’t listen.
I am still me.
I do not remember the text from which I had experienced the first manifestation.
But when I open the eyes
I was going out of the duress.
When the temple door opens,
those who rush to the front line are unconfident.
As the front and rear lines are with same distance, who is getting succeeded at this gallop.
Divine spirit rejuvenates senility.
The most beautiful song of love could be seen in the eyes of divine lover.
Others begin their prayers; and peregrinate in search of temples without having an insight.
Wouldn’t you withdraw your hand when you draw the tears of a blind thinking it is light?
The sanctuary and the God is being encircled with questions of mankind.
Haven’t you given me acute disease?
Hadn’t you given me a mortified birth?
Made me an indignant one?
Did you not bring down my yesterday’s profit?
Your nemesis thrown us into malaise
At that time, a smile blossomed on God’s face which was a sight for sore eyes.
The undeserved man will bribe to get
What he only gets by chance
The deserved man will bribe to avoid
Being snatched the golden apportunity
The greedy man will bride to make sure
What he wants is attainable
The unconfident man will bride
To be selected, to be distinguished from others
Where there are strong competitions
There are briberies in various forms
A stupid man even bride God in his prayer
Does he
Vessel
Venturing through
Vehement whirlpools
Victory seems unconfident
Midst mountainous
Maddening vulnerabilities
Mission accomplished
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09 July 2921
Picture This 2 - 7 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Each one of us has
the fondest conviction
that encourages us to move on,
to explore new horizons,
new frontiers still unknown;
turn your prospective into reality
and finally, reach your goal.
Caring for one another,
looking out for unseen dangers
to protect our life that's more
brittle than a glass that shatters;
more than our sight given to us
to witness the beauty, the ugliness
and endless inhumanity.
Is conviction a rejected assumption,
if it doesn't show the strength within,
the permissible advantage of realizing
a persuasive concept in the making?
Many dreams fail not having
enough confidence to persuade them,
be realistic but also optimistic;
a pessimist sees things differently
swaying from the logic of persuasion,
from a declaration of utter disbelief
that a simple thought can become
bigger than an underestimate idea,
even grander than a visualized dream.
Each one of us has the fondest conviction
that any effort made is better than none
and whenever satisfaction rewards us
with a trophy of our own; all is lost,
nothing is gained in bashful living...
not sought by the unconfident and timid.
Her soul feelings for him are all balled up inside
She cannot get out the words
She does not run
Yet she can hide
Here he comes again
The man she thought she had fantasized
Yet here he is in the flesh, the man of her dreams
That man
His soul feelings for her are all twisted in a knot
He dares not speak for he might be rebuffed
He passes her gently
Keeping his feelings inside
They pass each other every day for years
Neither speaking
For they both have such fears
When a "hello" is said at last,
Eyes are rapidly averted away
Neither staying to talk
Neither staying to play
That hello which could have been the start
Was simply another barb
To each of their hearts
One finally could not tolerate it
And moved away
Without explanation
They did not pass the next day.
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