Poem - #10 | Live For You

We're rolling down the road
With tear sheds and a broken heart!
Recovery, what for?
The pieces of the hurt
And red shed of the tears,
They remind us of the love
That we've promised to keep
But could not.
Why forget the happiness,
The joy and thrill of their presence?
Isn't it better In our head like a lesson?
Isn't it supposed to make us happy,
That we're going to do better than this one

So tell me
Why are you sad?
Why are they making you feel like that,
Lessons are supposed to be learned
Not only to keep them in our mind
To make the learning in practice.
Why aren't you practicing it then?
Are you still haunted by the hurt?
Or are you too scared to fail
At some imaginary test
you've made for yourself.

Please go easy on yourself,
You have to prove no one: LIVE FOR YOU!

-Pushpanjali.

Comments

Thought - #1 |Who is God?

Who is God? Who in this diverse world of ours hasn't heard about Him, a greater power above us all, a Being known to many by an infinite names. A Creator in some religions, a Destroyer in others, an entity in some and a force, energy in others. The very notion of God comes the the everlasting but yet the most preliminary and fundamental question that our human mind has been able to conceive. Who made us? And thus the paradoxical answer follows; someone, God. Why paradoxical? Because if we exist then it follows that their must be a creator else nothing makes sense. Our very existence proves the existence of the One. Although this mind boggling topic, also one of the most controversial ones to be accurate, has been there since we achieved self-awareness the truth is that it may never be answered. Yet is that all? Do we only see God as our creator or is there something more to it, a latent truth buried deep within our minds. It is a fact that it is our very human ...

Poem - #13 | Utopian Dystopia | On Poverty and Racism

On Poverty and Racism They say it ain't good When you show your cunning self But when you have to beg for food Being honest is of little help. Sit in the heat, sit in the rain; Is it the best way, you use your brain. But you know what? The rich don't care, About the miseries the poor share. Oh! Please don't spit there Thats where I sleep dear: And don't you piss there My food is in there! Yeah you heard it right But you still will fight, With the people and the government, Everytime they have us money, lent. For the rich get richer, And the poor - poorer: Very few things in this world Are more truer, Than this clichéd phrase. You see, we live in such a country When dogs are prayed but men slayed, On the basis of their so-called caste How long do you think can such a rule last? And the black men, kicked out and murdered Just because God had them coloured. And yet they say we live in an uto...

Alireza Taheri Araghi | The Immortals of Tehran

BLURB: As a child living in his family's apple orchard, Ahmad Torkash-Vand treasures his great-great-great-great grandfather's every mesmerizing word. On the day of his father's death, Ahmad listens closely as the seemingly immortal elder tells him the tale of a centuries-old family curse . . . and the boy's own fated role in the story. Ahmad grows up to suspect that something must be interfering with his family, as he struggles to hold them together through decades of famine, loss, and political turmoil in Iran. As the world transforms around him, each turn of Ahmad's life is a surprise: from street brawler, to father of two unusually gifted daughters; from radical poet, to politician with a target on his back. These lives, and the many unforgettable stories alongside his, converge and catch fire at the center of the Revolution. Exploring the brutality of history while conjuring the astonishment of magical realism, The Immortals of Tehran is a novel about the incan...

The Few Creators : Creating Creators

Search This Blog