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Life is a Blessing
Nov 19th
Lost love, spent time recklessly …
Demolished career, bruised badly ..
Life’s a blessing, no matter what ….
Lost job, problems await on every step ..
Mean world laughs but I don’t regret …
Life’s still a blessing, no matter what …
Don’t have a penny whilst people spend a grand ..
Pain throttles my neck, lifts me 10 feet above the ground ..
Life will soon be good, no matter what ..
Difficulties compel me to hold failures hand ..
I reject its proposal saying this ain’t the end …
Life has always been a blessing, no matter what ..
Emotions tear me apart, heart being chopped by a sword ..
I gather the pieces with a hope, cuz I believe in God ..
He is watching over me, I kneel and pray to the almighty Lord ..
My Life is his blessing, no matter what …
Sleep ..
Nov 3rd
…….Symphony….Solace…..
…………………….Soliloquy……
………………………………………..Swan Song,
Seeking Serenity,
Soulful solos sung,
Shying……seeking solace,
sleep swinging solitarily,
sauntering seductively,
synchronizing sanity…..
sweet slumber stealthily strolls,
slow,sluggish,sublime….
secretly sacramental,
sacredly soulful,
spiritless, soulless…..sleep…..sleep…..
sleep, silently sleep…..
sleep, solitary soul…..
by nelly
Quite a Phenomenon
Oct 23rd
To be a witness to nature,
Changing… exchanging…..
It drapes to dry…..weaning away the sun…..
Guilty now, of course, it was extreme…..
Two days perhaps the entire English summer..
Two days to turn leaves from green to brown..
Two days to rise to the level ….the sky its limit,
To laden each cloud so pregnant now….awaiting a water break…..
And the winds of change…..
From moist, meagerly and humid to a whining banshee……..
Whistling, waving, wuthering a weather,
Tugging at each brown leaf,
Withering it away from its life….on the tree…
To the dust below…..
From dust ….to dust then……
(The skin on the back of my hand feels,
Shrivelled …..lost suppleness and flexibility…
And as I reach for the pot of Vaseline,
I try to clear the grit at the back of my throat,
‘Tis not from the custard apple nor the skin of a roasted peanut;
Nippy,ain’t it???? could be the wintriest winterrrrrr
Brrrrrr!!!!! ITS THE COLD!!!!!!!!)
- Nelly
Seasons of Life
Oct 13th
Seasons come and go. Every season,
brings a different feeling with it.
Summer full of joys,
We can see playing girls and boys.
People fun around in a nice weather,
they fixed spots to get together.
Then comes rain, give lovers a sweet pain,
in which they promise to meet again.
Then comes the winter, which slows down the around,
People busy in work, are hard to found.
In this way a year comes to an end,
this is how human life is spend.
Quiet Valley
Oct 1st
Queen of mountains, Lord of rain
Why so quiet, as if in pain.
No place to wonder, no one to talk
You are so alone to even take a walk.
Long trees with branches free
We feel alone when amidst we are three.
The scenario is green
But seems it lacks a screen.
Elephants, Panthers and pythons
Supposedly the journey is full of thorns.
So much silent, so much calm
No road with a traffic jam.
Winters cool and summers hot
Enough to dry up water shots.
But still the best place in the world
Will always be my family world.
QUEST
Sep 2nd
How soft and sweet,
Is the quest for happiness,
A sip of joy-like nectar,
And then the greed increases,
Sip…
Gulp…..
Goblet…….
Jug …………..
Cellar …………
The thirst increases,
Insatiable, unquenchable thirst
And then it dies,
A slow, tortured death,
Leaving you parched,
And p u n c t u r e d for want of breath,
And memories that inflict pain,
At the slightest recollection,
Is all that remains.
The quest…..now…
The conquest…
For it has now conquered your very existence.
- njm
LIFE’S RAINBOW
Aug 27th
The colors of life so varied,
Each gaze-a different hue,
Nature at its treasured best—
The birds, the trees, the breeze,
The hills, the mountains, streams,
The dawn, the twilight, the dusk,
The blue skies, the blue-green seas,
The flowers, the fruits, the fragrances-
HE has filled so much light in our life,
Poured so many colors into-
A POT OF GOLD – LIFE ITSELF
And we stick to just one drab color-grey,
The grey walls of our prison cells,
Our personal, private hells,
Till light and color from our dooms expel.
Life’s bleak moments often finds one lost,
Alone on a dark and lonesome trail,
We worsen it and dip ourselves-
In the hues of our pain-we forget there is -
LIFE’S RAINBOW
- Nelly
“Positive Attitude”
Mar 6th
Its not what you think of me,
Its what I make you believe in me !!!
It doesn’t matter if you trust me or not,
I know um gonna reach to the top !!!
I really care a heck what others think of me,
Um gonna go my way what I believe is good for me !!!
The jealous mob would try to come my way and ruin me,
But um confident enough to go beyond my destiny !!!
Its not What and How you look at me ,
Its something How and What I show of me !!!
