Thought Poems
He Never Sleeps
by Aryan Bhardwaj
They say he never sleeps,
Eyes wide, a steady gaze,
Not from the buzz of late-night thoughts,
But from the quiet pace of days.
Yet something lingers in his stillness,
A shadow wrapped in light,
A flicker of a restless mind,
Too quiet in the night.
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दोस्तों का साथ और कोरोना
by akhlesh tomar
जिंदगी का सफर और फिर दोस्तों का साथ हो
हर शाम मस्त और सुबह जैसे नई सौगात हो
बाहर से बड़ी बड़ी बातें, खाली इनके जज्बात हैं
असली दोस्त वही है जो मुसीबत में खड़े साथ हैं
इंसान ही असली माया है बाकी सब मोह माया है
हर पल जिओ भरपूर,कल देख कौन आया है
बहुत कुछ सिखा गया ये वायरस & lockdown हमें
सिटी के mall से ज्यादा ठंडी पीपल की छाया है
और जो दौड़ रहे थे पैसे के पीछे अपनी आंखे मीचे
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The idle child
by Sanjana N J
Gratitude knots in my throat.
I am surrounded by the bounty of her sacrifices, yet I let it slip through my fingers.
My heart aches with the weight of her expectations, each one a burden I fail to shoulder.
I am the idle child in the garden of plenty, the squanderer of every gift bestowed upon me.
happy ending
by anne anonymoussometimes the happy ending is the ending itself
Continue readingA Secret Moment
by Joe Cyr
A secret moment of private thought
perhaps in thanks for mishap averted
or farewell
or supplication for relief of pain
…
some call it Prayer
A Secret Moment
by Joe Cyr
A secret moment of private thought
perhaps in thanks for mishap averted
or farewell
or supplication for relief of pain
…
some call it Prayer
He Never Sleeps
by Aryan Bhardwaj
They say he never sleeps,
Eyes wide, a steady gaze,
Not from the buzz of late-night thoughts,
But from the quiet pace of days.
Yet something lingers in his stillness,
A shadow wrapped in light,
A flicker of a restless mind,
Too quiet in the night.
......
Am Schluss
by Mario Odekerken
Ein Raum wird leer,
kein Laut,kein Schatten,
nur Staub in der Luft,
vom Licht getragen.
Die Schritte verhallen,
zurück bleibt nichts,
nur die Erinnerung,
verblasst wie Nebel im Morgen.
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The idle child
by Sanjana N J
Gratitude knots in my throat.
I am surrounded by the bounty of her sacrifices, yet I let it slip through my fingers.
My heart aches with the weight of her expectations, each one a burden I fail to shoulder.
I am the idle child in the garden of plenty, the squanderer of every gift bestowed upon me.
happy ending
by anne anonymoussometimes the happy ending is the ending itself
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