Poetry is a Ship
All the way,
From the minute
To the extreme.
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Abstraction brings satisfactions,
Thinking is a process of Discovery,Without which you can’t get by.
Is there any balance,
In Poetry,Certainly Not!If there were,It wouldn’t be Poetry.
Letting go
Streaming, fast awayMemories pastCannot be heldThat swiftlyFleet away,So is the past,So is the past,That leaves us,But today.All flutters by,In Life’s great sighDoes not come back,Dissolving, in Today,Time takes awayBut won’t give back,All dreams,That would not stay,So is the presentInto past,So is the presentInto past,Like butterfliesThat hardly,Live a day.
So many people in the World,
Are scarce and rare,Hard to getGood exchanges, tepid and fair,Not much love, any where.I would have liked,To pour out my feelings,Like they didIn some romantic moviesOf times gone and past,Where love was realized,To last,And was the most important thingThat Life could bring.But it was not to beAnd now as sad and hatefulAs it may be…
A World
And goodness goes ahead,Where Lies are not what matter,And people, Love insteadThat is the Dream that darkensWhen face to face we seeSociety, Reality,The Misery that’s We!