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 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Whenever you talk to a stupid person,
Speak less as he will learn much from
You, but waste that to prove  your words were only nonsense.
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
If someone hates you,
Remember,
There is some love
Because of which he hates you,
And you have to find out that.
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Tolerance is not weakness.
It's patience to wait for the better!
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Selling poetry
is stopping the flow of waterfall,
Though you fail, you enjoy its music
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
When your respect is at risk,
You must take risk by not attending
Those who enjoy intimacy with you, but not each time, only to get to the bottom!
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Keeping quiet
Is a good sign
of your personality,
But keep raising voice
against injustice
Is a fine art
that makes an ideal,
And other voices
mingle with yours,
And you become
the greatest person
In terms of goodness,
praise, respect, and honour.
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Your voice is the ring of a telephone.
The moment it rings I jump to hold it,
But it melts into my voice, 'coming',
And then I spend the whole day with you........
 Apr 2018
Michelle Morine
I wonder
as the wind calls
and the night steals
the blue from the sky
this thunder
I'll sit here alone
in the shadows
I can feel something
rising from within
behind my eyes
then nothing
As familiar ghosts haunt me
I try to find you
you're there
I wonder
I'm not afraid
only a little
yes I wonder
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
To know light,
One needs to experience darkness
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
All aged efforts,
Going down the drain,
Dare with Intrepidity
To kidnap happiness.
Address isn't a spider
In the corner
Or somewhere else
Behind the door.
It's the wind,
Walking and wandering.
Whet thy kindness
To blandish,
And truss of thy neighbour,
Of a beggar, of a bride
Or of a playing child
With thy hope,
If you could see it
With any of them.
Remember,
It flies like the ghost.
 Mar 2018
Mohd Arshad
Delay if fear roams free.
Chain it. Go uninterrupted.
 Mar 2018
Mohd Arshad
I kept talking to sufferings.
I was a child.

I continued
Dealing with them.
I was young.

I started ignoring them.
I was old.
 Mar 2018
Mohd Arshad
A sense  of humour out of everything
Is an art to create tickling out of the dead
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