Tags » Poem

Down day

In another life

I could have been a great man

Here, I’m average


Lost chance

Another lost day
Where you are not beside me
I long for your touch



Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! 
My spirit not awakening, till the beam 
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. 
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, 
'Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, 
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, 
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. 215 more words

Are You Prepared to Cry?

“To see injustice

Where I walked on by.

To feel Compassion,

Where I closed my eyes.

To hear the children,

Where I once was deaf. 203 more words


To The Point Of Dust

I cry for the person I once was,
I am nothing but a distant thought,
Who am I?
Who would I have been?

Just make this wretched feeling end!

36 more words

Hot Air

“Damn all of this sexist cold air!”
Says this comely beauty so fair:
“I want to be hotter!
Turn it up! – you’ve gotta!
I have some cool outfits to wear.”



Musegames on Wednesdays 5.8.15

Mona Singh, the only child of famous producer Mr. Singh, the skinny dark woman in her late twenties, knew how to play and never get caught. 135 more words

Sharmishtha Basu