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Life of Poets

When, there is a part of human being in a worldly living canvas / 5

Can not imagine the fruits of earthly labor/ 10

On a flip realm as Paradise. /15

The Apple taste so sweet and, sloshing, /20

Rebel speaks in my conscious, /25

However, I may become sinless one-day, /30

Just like a new born. /35

Re-learn to De-attach my spirit,/ 40

From the template of earth,/ 45

How can I not ponder the universe? / 50

Water and, Air it’s what makes us alive,/ 55

BE friendly winds revolving in nature,/ 60

Momentum against friction,/65

Walking under the moonlight reflect of a remunerated lakeshore. /70

The Hot-Sauce In Affairs

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This is far from knowing what if,

I’m not denying the hospitality,

The learning of a apparent fact,

Or, a mere opinion on history,

IDK – somehow, I see the Siracha,

The shift of brainy neurones making

– and forming a new perception,

I should have known or understood,

How come know it’s close to what was

– far before,

Comprehend it –

No one knows it all,

It’s the unlimited human potential,

Vastly matched with his limited

– abilities.

Which is why originally I lacked the knowledge

of unknowing.

I felt love.

I felt love.

Once, it rained a storm of emotions deep side my heart. I felt furious as all surrounding seemed euphorically like heaven. I could reach the stars, and teleport for an adventure in far abiding cosmos. Impossible meant achieving what is not possible. Safe to say strong emotion of loving was at it’s peak. I didn’t need food or sleep to be human. Only, thoughts of happily marrying a princess. Perhaps, love is a filter which blinds a man of all logical rationals. Best, to taste it’s worth at least once before departure to the next journey of life.

Love thy-self

Affectionated heart which blinds the mind, logical ways are all distorted by. Humanly, affliction comes with pain. Don’t offer too much as it’s a pricey gift. Be self-aware before you love or ought to gain a innings on someone’s affairs just love thy-self or take the pain – 🎎

Life of two Seeds but different Fates

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If life were to come to breakdown

I would stand forgiving

For a guy to rely than never ask for nothing

Go to the pits of hell

Fix your flaws then come tell

As if you never knew the dues

Shall be paid so soon

Or play it until you’re fully cooked

Kitchen of a demonic blueprints

Can’t deny if I come out a little bloodstained

This is a fight until the last day

Allah has a way to masks it

Two seeds but two fates

One is a journey of wisdom

And the second being a ride of weakness

Nothing to worry cause your dealer is dealing unknowns

Visit inner-self often

Less of what is material

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Practicing to breath and focus

Hence comes the life of senses

Never felts so real as the world manifests

Real as if I had nothing to do with

Just a way of appreciation

Unknown Destiny

Come closer

A Father’s Hand

Do I feel senseless, idiotic or emotional? How to keep a balance? When one tend to combine all three of the attributes together – ‘SenselessIdioticEmotions’ (SIEPoet). Who’s to judge it’s all between friends, right?

 

A Father’s Hand

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Lost was the little boy in the supermarket (5)

Fear enacted around his world (10)

Red on his face, it was born, quickly, (15)

The first tear so ugly (20)

Crowd had he gathered (25)

Help has he shouted? (3)

Overwhelmed with dripping anxiety (35)

Nice folks probe him questions (40)

In search for his guardian (45)

Behind the crowd arouse a tall man (50)

Calling; ‘Son, is that you?’ (55)

Boy alleged to his Father’s knee (60)

Holding as if he found the key (65)

The world brightened up (70)

As the hustle continued (75)

His father’s hand (80)

Did the boy slip for a time (90)

 

 

 

 

 

RealLife does take toll?

Living the way I want to be/

Allergic to the bullshit wannabes/

Rhythm of my heart playing games with my mind/

Maroon 5 five had a love troll / Same;”…Chaos that controlled my mind”/

This life has taken it’s toll on me/

I won’t let it say Goodbye no more/

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My heart can’t break/

It’s not for joyous playings/

Experiences turned it into Rocky’s mindset/

Quit the zig-zagging; one man’s trail straight/

Bitter blindliness scatterd in the air/

Life has a second trail/

Time to flight away or fight steady/

Decide for yourself?

Faran Karem

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