jayasankar-a-s-arackal - Hello Poetry

Poetry is still written between the lines, like a language without a map. We are the only ones who have not read it. That poem is that smile that flows through the eastern mountains hidden in the snow with the pouring rain, without touching the rocks. That smile is never indecipherable, but it carries the rhythm of time, the music of society, the scent of forgotten paths and the sweet language of women. The riots are still not less Even though the old letters have faded Only some songs we don't know

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Jul 11, 2025

Jul 11, 2025 at 6:07 AM UTC

we don't know

Poetry is still written between the lines, like a language without a map. We are the only ones who have not read it. That poem is that smile that flows through the eastern mountains hidden in the snow with the pouring rain, without touching the rocks. That smile is never indecipherable, but it carries the rhythm of time, the music of society, the scent of forgotten paths and the sweet language of women. The riots are still not less Even though the old letters have faded Only some songs we don't know

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A forest that grows on pain, A scar on every leaf. Yet, A day that does not wait for death, Silence says that tomorrow will come.

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Jul 11, 2025

Jul 11, 2025 at 5:49 AM UTC

Forest

A forest that grows on pain, A scar on every leaf. Yet, A day that does not wait for death, Silence says that tomorrow will come.

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Children of Gaza Still With trembling hands Eating dry bread Without looking at anyone's face Eyes lowered Heads down Lowered the noise. Occasionally Don't look at the sky Will try to face up Whole body Trembling sweat the end Close the eyes. It fell right next to it and broke Bomb, Grenade, Missile The ringing in their ears It was abandoned that day in faces wounds Not yet dry Still They are Haven't slept yet In bunkers and shelters For nights and days is increasing. Hugging each other Crying babies Anywhere on the streets See you

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Aug 13, 2024

Aug 13, 2024 at 5:19 AM UTC

Children of Gaza

Children of Gaza Still With trembling hands Eating dry bread Without looking at anyone's face Eyes lowered Heads down Lowered the noise. Occasionally Don't look at the sky Will try to face up Whole body Trembling sweat the end Close the eyes. It fell right next to it and broke Bomb, Grenade, Missile The ringing in their ears It was abandoned that day in faces wounds Not yet dry Still They are Haven't slept yet In bunkers and shelters For nights and days is increasing. Hugging each other Crying babies Anywhere on the streets See you

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Will you be forgotten? Will love spread? As a shadow I will come beside you Will you fall as fresh rain? A love for you N heart song Falling slowly In the moon of colors Darling in your memory Just like Moon Am I gone? You remember the way you came Will it spread in my soul? Like a river I will be filled You are a picture Will leave me You are wet It will fill the eyes A look is enough To fill the heart Darling in your memory Just like Moon Am I gone? You remember the way you will come Will it spread in my soul?

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Aug 13, 2024

Aug 13, 2024 at 5:16 AM UTC

Will you be forgotten?

Will you be forgotten? Will love spread? As a shadow I will come beside you Will you fall as fresh rain? A love for you N heart song Falling slowly In the moon of colors Darling in your memory Just like Moon Am I gone? You remember the way you came Will it spread in my soul? Like a river I will be filled You are a picture Will leave me You are wet It will fill the eyes A look is enough To fill the heart Darling in your memory Just like Moon Am I gone? You remember the way you will come Will it spread in my soul?

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Once there was a sea And a sun set But we forgot to count the waves. Now, The sea has grabbed Everything away

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC

Till this day

Once there was a sea And a sun set But we forgot to count the waves. Now, The sea has grabbed Everything away

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When the Planted trees Not germinate They wandered for the Scattered seeds.

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Aug 21, 2016

Aug 21, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC

True

When the Planted trees Not germinate They wandered for the Scattered seeds.

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Insanity is not a disease it's the infinite expanse of possibilities

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Jun 28, 2016

Jun 28, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC

Insanity

Insanity is not a disease it's the infinite expanse of possibilities

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My love Is a poem translated Meaningless Between the lines It germinated And bloomed And floundered In the memory of The fallen flower Wounded seriously Fighting With the insects Buried themselves Between the petals My poem Now Is a morsel of Crumbled words Translated by the unknowns With the pen Filled with poison This fallen poem itself Is my love.

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Jan 19, 2016

Jan 19, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC

My Love

My love Is a poem translated Meaningless Between the lines It germinated And bloomed And floundered In the memory of The fallen flower Wounded seriously Fighting With the insects Buried themselves Between the petals My poem Now Is a morsel of Crumbled words Translated by the unknowns With the pen Filled with poison This fallen poem itself Is my love.

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