Amazing Woman

Long legs,dark hair…
Golden eyes,fair brown skin …
Curves on the hips as she is poised..
The natural slenderness beauty of her body,
Perfect smooth nails,attached to those scarless fingers,
That beautiful face and white teeth when she smiles,
When she talks she has that amazing voice of a singer,
Calmness in her voice brightens the worst moods,
And so apologetic even when she is misunderstood,
She is a known fighter,
With the spirit of a winner,
She brings peace in a home,
Always has open arms no matter where you from,
She mends a broken heart,
Puts the pieces together and kiss them with love,
She is every mans dream,
Undefinable beauty,this creation is truly from the Lord himself up above,
Everything about her is as good as it seems,
She is an inspiration many,
Where a mans true happiness dwells,
She brings the family together to Merry,
I am definitely stuck in her loving spell,
This love is uncommon
She has such a beautiful heart,most of all she is an AMAZING WOMAN.

#PoetsPath

BITTERSWEET

We write in silence,
We see the light out of darkness,
We always find words that fit everything we express,
We are a different people,different minds but same thoughts.
We are critical thinkers,
The truth seekers, great believers and most importantly we are
Jesus’ followers.
Every moment that we write brings out pictures in our silent conversations with ourselves,
We make people have a glimpse of our minds,
How great this God given art is fully tide.
They see every moment not even time can stop them as it unwinds.
Someone somewhere once they read,we put a smile on their frowning faces,
We give them hope that someone cares even in the worst cases..
We are family that has never met,
But through these words I know you,
We share our regrets,
and at end of it all we say we love each other and stay true,
We learn,make mistakes,erase,rewrite ,paraphrase until we come out with what is the best.
Every poem that we write is a test,
Of what we already know with anything new we learnt,
We are students of ink on a paper,
We are writers in the rite of passage,
We are teachers of the modern old languages
To us “impossibility is a Myth”
We are called BITTERSWEET POETRY…

BROKEN DREAMS

In deep sleep I conquer the world,
Nothing is impossible there,
In deep sleep I make a beautiful sound,
Everything plays out fair,
In deep sleep I am loved by all,
Even my enemies I call them brother,
In deep sleep I stand before I can crawl,
Well that can be real if you believe a little more,
In deep sleep I speak in many languages
And I write so much with accurate punctuation,
In deep sleep I stay awake to paint lovely images,
But I remember nothing at the end of every session,
In deep sleep I always think it’s real
All those loving hugs and kisses,
In deep sleep this broken heart can heal,
From rejection and unfulfilled wishes,
In deep sleep I see people with so much faith,
They all endure every pain,
In deep sleep I am a child at birth,
I learn new ways to which I always refrain,
In deep sleep I am so confident,
So perfect is everything as it seems,
In deep sleep I see this world is more free and independent,
when I wake up all this is nothing but,BROKEN DREAMS.

Awakened Thoughts (Questions pt2)

I keep on searching and wondering like a lost hungry honey bee.
Many are the times that we have so many questions than answers but that should not restrict our thinking to that subject.
Explore the your mindset, rub the box out, and have no boundaries,you will be outstanding and that will earn you respect.
Dont be a shadow of your own reflection,look through yourself and be the reflecting object.
The real meaning of what is being asked is only known by the questionnaire, all we try to do when answering is fitting ourselves in the description of what is being asked.
The simple illustration of our answer might have no significant meaning but this will make sense if it is what was required.
As the saying goes its takes your mind to convince your soul to be inspired.
Lets not wonder away from the topic of discussion because of too many random thoughts, 
  We coming to so many conclusions with no real answer found….hold on..wait…
  WHAT WAS THE QUESTION?

What Next

So after college what next?
That is one of the biggest questions that every final year student has every night and at the dawn of the morning.
Most of us dont know where the road is leading.
But we just follow silently with less motivation from lecturers.
We all tend to wonder where we headed because we can see no light at the end of the tunnel.
Happy faces of our parents that we dont want to dissapoint.I look in there eyes I see so much hope in them,if I quit now I will be the only one to blame.

The only thing keeping us going is hope.All visions are lost,we believe no more,frustrations stand tall and the passion is long gone.I am still young but it feels like old age,please Lord let me be young again.
So that I make the right choice
  and listen more to my inner voices.
   Sometimes I feel like I am my own enemy,
    It makes me be scared of me.
I cannot look at myself in the mirror, without thinking of the future as the unknown terror.
How I wish I knew better.

#Bharti

UNKNOWN

Keep quiet
Stay calm and silent
Think twice make your thoughts think through.
Find the greatest answers and many chances that lead you in different races. Don’t let pain and hurt make decisions that die with hopeless visions.
Sometimes we have to speak our minds for selfless reasons.
The purest form of what you stand for has to be within you,it’s not a matter of love and hurt but then what makes it so real and true?
These are the tales of life with no description.
Slowly dreams are fading,the tunnel in getting darker,the road is getting longer,but I stay courageous like a soldier.
The war is started in my mind,my eyes choose the target. In a battle with failure but success is on the blink of the mission to be completed. Once I reach my goal the enemy is defeated.
The hard work built legacy and respect that gives the younger generation hope.
No matter the obstacle you should never stop,keep holding to that rope with faith.
And treat everyday like its Your last breathe.The biggest motivation is the first step,that inspiration sketches the map.
Follow those footsteps closely and silently with that music in your soul preaching the long distant home is near,slowly overcome that fear.
It is no secret that we follow one path,convincingly you feel it’s righteous and we left handicapped.
lies of truth

actually the real truth is unknown to to known

#Streets ‘Pain In Life’

Tears are the common song…
People hate you even when
you did nothing wrong….
We lose too much on the street corner,
Learn so much from stories of that night walker…
Look over your shoulder,to comfort that brother,whose parents fight and they are never sober..
Laughing faces of pretenders
They smile in your face with hidden agendas…
You feel you have so much to lose, when you given an option of leaving to choose.
As they say”its not about looking for greener pastures but to water your grass so that it turns green.” But when the soil is bad it makes no difference when you water.
So its better to look for better land.
And plant the grass that will turn green.
Their hearts are filled with anger.
And times get more rough and stiffer,
but they always cling to that hope that things will get better.
See that hanging rope,somebody committed suicide,
because he thought it was better If he died.
Turn to your left and look at that young girl she is only 15 in 8th grade,she already has a daughter.
Everyday when she is passing here her friends always mock her, and the elders blame the parents that they never taught her.
Silence and shame feel her heart and face.
And people go to an extent of saying that will forever be a family curse.

Home never changes