I dont write too much, but yes in the moments of when i am in a pensive mood, emotions do pour over.
recently i got inspired by a friend and decided to include this one in my blog.
I request all readers to try and suggest a suitable name for this poem and also try to guess who the subject was for this poem! Think!! and lets see who thinks like me!
Future may fulfill her distant vows,
The past may have hazy grown,
It is this moment that is here and now,
This moment I call my own.
I gladly join the merry in their joys,
Weep sadly with the ones that mourn,
For another's cause I lend my voice,
The silence I call my own.
Wilderness is a forest child,
Her sires merely the windblown,
Yet her beauty carries a call to the wild,
This call I call my own.
Rivers may run dry for the want of rain,
But these pearls that my eyes have sown,
Reap rich harvest to the harness of pain,
These tears I call my own.
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About Me
- Chase your passion not your pension
- I feel very strongly against terrorism and violation of human rights, acts of violence/exploitation against women and children should have the capital punishment,in my view, anywhere in the world. My approach is probably too direct, and mostly i am brutally straightforward and bluntly to the point in matters of expressing my feelings, people who can handle that find an invaluable friend in me. So what! im still a diehard hopeless romantic with faith & patience LOL My next 5year plan is to go backpacking around the world staring with europe, collecting friends and spreading smiles as i go.
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