Language is writing your program,
Amplifying the thought system,
So you will get lost within them,
Wondering where they stem from,
Underestimating some,
They come in like a wrecking ball,
Calling on you to fall,
Stalling the ambition engine,
Hiding your intuition,
Within the constant flow,
Throwing you off balance,
Dancing with emotions,
Advancing into a commotion,
An ocean of questions arise,
Improvising life on the fly,
Thoughts will try to divide you,
And some will guide you through,
All of them are not true,
Language has defined your view,
A stew of thought will keep you distraught,
Because you were taught to read,
Needing to feed you their greed,
A seed planted deep in your core,
Before your old enough to implore,
The need to acquire more,
Don't explore the reason why,
Just try to fit in and sit down,
Thoughts staring down nouns,
Students pronounce sounds,
On their training grounds.
Thickened and scarred, my mask bears the burden of time,
Torn, stained, this tough shell silently unravels,
And yet, somehow, it continues to keep me alive, to protect me from the world,
It was never a shining armor, just my mask,
Trying to compensate for all that I could not be.
Sensitivity and tenderness were sacrificed on the altar of necessity,
To become my shield against the sharp and merciless wind,
My mask has burned, boiled, swelled under the relentless sun,
I treated it harshly, underestimating its silent and constant value,
Wearing it reluctantly through this sad, often unforgiving life.
I made it suffer more than it should have, under my weight,
Never acknowledging its silent and priceless sacrifice,
It, my mask, was there when I was not,
Remaining behind me, a testament to all the battles fought,
A story written in scars and burns, in its trenches of pain and silence.
Will I ever learn to truly value it, to appreciate
This mask that has borne my burdens with dignity,
To understand that it is not just a covering, but part of who I am,
A testament to my resilience, a map of survival,
That continues to defend me, despite all my mistakes?
In the absence of sunlight, darkness reigns,
and ebony pools into shifting shapes.
Color's absorbed, till only black remains;
imprisoned by shadows, no light escapes.
Shadows scurry from the light of the sun,
never underestimating its might.
Yet, darkness devours Day, till there's none,
consuming shadows tethered to its light.
Without light, shadows won't even exist;
they can't take form until light strikes a spark.
Light and dark are designed to coexist —
Dawn's light gets juxtaposed against Dusk's dark.
Stand in the light, and you will cast a shadow
that will follow you wherever you go.
Penguins are my escape
Envious by their extreme courage
Neverending curiosity they display
Going the extra mile to survive
Underestimating their capabilities
I am saddened by the decrease in populations
Not knowing enough about the decline
Sustainable practices is crucial for their survival
Indeed my recent losses are curses of my worst karma,
For underestimating their very own pains and drama,
For failing to live up to my own words, dreams, and dharma.
drowning in shallow water
knowing how to swim,
but not knowing how to float
i do not blame her for leaving
drowning in shallow water
knowing how to swim,
but not knowing how to float
i do not blame her for choosing him
my main mistake was wanting too much time to myself
my main mistake was pushing her, and her love, away
my main mistake was taking her sincere, precious love for me for granted
my main mistake was underestimating and doubting her inner strength as well as her independence
now there she is happy, smiling , and so in love with a real man
now here i am, a sad, pouting, pitiful little boy with a long way to go
my stomach is not full from the shallow water in which i am drowning in
it is instead from the heavily liquefied regret that is still painfully grounding in
Eyes to see but we don’t look
People are recuperating about COVID 19
On this planet we call earth
Every nation is affected by COVID 19
America is slowly rising
*
To become one of the greatest nation
Striving to see [Eternal] God
[Eternal] God is everywhere
He sends mortal and immortal angels
*
Doctors and nurses are our mortal angels
Saints are our friends, they’re immortal
They guide people
Not to fall astray
*
People are blinded by this pandemic
This happened for a reason
Yet people are still fighting
Fighting when all we need is to understand
*
Understand is to see the light
A light that brightens the world
To see what we don’t see
We see but we don’t look
*
Problems that are unseen
Unseen problem to be solved
To live in harmony
To hear our heart songs
*
Turned to Poetry on Mar. 17, 2021
Whoa…I wrote this? Wow this is a good poetry! I didn’t know I can write this good, I’m underestimating myself. I thought I cannot write anymore, I’m thinking less of myself.
They bound our capabilities
By always underestimating our abilities
They have already planned our life before birth
Tossing us away as if we don't have any worth
They treat us the way they please
In there eye, will our dignity ever increase?
They bound us by chain,
Who is to blame when our life goes down the drain?
How long shall we wait for justice?
To put an end to living life the way they expect from us,
Change for girls is all I seek,
A society where people don't consider us as feeble and weak,
Where voicing out thoughts for all genders is guaranteed,
Somewhere we don't need to depend on others for our need,
A place where women are not objectified,
Somewhere the misconception around our feminity is rectified,
A place where we don't have to put up with all the humiliation
Where no longer resides a stereotypical discrimination
Change for womens is possible if encouraged by all
To make a society where patriarchy has a bitter fall
Chauvinistic men
with a false sense of pride
drum their chests
repeatedly like a gorilla
standing upright
arrogantly
proclaiming themselves
the kings of the universe
bragging to anyone
who would listen
how men run the world
and hold it up like Atlas.
They sure love to boast.
They'd boast about
anything under the sun:
how fast they can run,
the command
of their voice,
how many pounds of iron
they can pump;
all the while
marginalizing,
underestimating,
and insulting women;
putting them in boxes.
They believe that women
belong in the kitchen.
That they can't do
all the things that men can;
gloating how they can
piss while standing
and women can't.
But who gave birth
To these ersatz men?
Who potty-trained them?
Exactly!
Date written: 07/19/2020
Lucifer laughs
gloating about the pandemic
loving our anguish
Keeping us apart
trying our patience
miscommunication and misunderstandings
Reveling in our sorrow
And our social distancing
Lucifer thinks he is winning
Not understanding our resiliency
Underestimating our spiritual prowess
Not seeing our faith, misreading the power of prayer
Being Human
Blind as a bat, some humans can be
Energies are lost somewhere along the way
Initially our ideals are not being so true
Nor do most human beings are forthright
Giving in to any evil temptations
Honesty should be our richest goal in life
Underestimating our own self worth
Makes our life seem fragile to others
An estimation of our self esteem
Novelty is ours to hold and reach out and teach
God's Golden Rule.
04/05/2017
Right then it shattered.
Like splintered glass
Veins cracked open.
Heartache leaked out.
Nothing is right,
In those moments of sadness.
Earthquakes are startling
All stability is questioned.
Running seemed like an option.
Pain stealing Time from Distress.
Seeing no way out,
Drowning entirely on air.
Gasping did not help
Tears would not stop the ache.
Torture became me,
Like a blushing bride, I wept.
For the sorrows,
Years of rips between us.
Piles of blanketed fears
Always sweeping under rugs.
Time is all you have, they say.
Always underestimating quicksand.
Treasure chest locked up tight.
Rapids of distress wrecking havoc.
A ship wrecked, plundered,
Splayed upon a casket shore.
It's guts laid out for all to see,
Longing to be buried.
4/14/18
I tried,
To climb up,
Up above the earth,
Up above my underestimating thoughts,
Up above their thought of inferiority,
Up where I should've been.
-Saniyapoetry
You went to war when you were young
I'm sure people thought what has he done
And when your plane came under fire
I'm sure being back home was your greatest desire
You landed in one piece safe and sound
But that was the easy part I'm sure you found
Your friends at home were out haven fun
While you were nestling in a bunker clasping a gun
The battle of the tunnel is a story still told
Even in the papers the story was sold
You made it home and a big family was had
There's no doubt that were all glad
My dad my hero the man of the hour
There's no underestimating this man's power
Hopefully it won't take another year
Before we get out and have a beer
the summer time difference is constituted in the word of revelations to overcome the dragons in our state of mind that never leaves in the case of underestimating the timing of deliverance and to connect the truth with the strength of the importance of what can be developed in the view of a sunny window and to dance freely in your own self and to be straightened in the format of containment..
the bothersome warrants a condition of safety first and to become involved with different operations that open the door to help and become in the dance of how one can be imagined for the doors to breath in new air.
the elevation of a climax delivers a new forecast of how to detain the consequences of remote deliverance.
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