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to be the kind of person
who will glimpse
the cherry blossom tree
beautifully delicate
in its early bloom
fluttering the palest pink
against a fragile white
desperate against even
the gentlest of breeze
but will only see
the black and the white
of what the premature
might mean for later
commenting on how soon
these branches will lose
this graceful lustre
no longer to inspire
those hopeful wanderers
but to appear barren
and lifeless once again
Jayantee Khare Oct 2023
Somewhere between
Tears and smiles
Simplicity and styles

Somewhere between
Earth and sky
Bold and shy

Somewhere between
Vogue and ethnicity
Chaos and tranquility

Somehow we are
Little weak but strong
We get along
With the burden of a million curses,

she scuffs in an unflagging way,

fondling zillions as it passes,

the aroma of hope it does spray.

What if time complies with us?

What if she ceases to budge ?

What if she gives in to our pleadings?

What if she doesn’t move even if we nudge?

With time sufferings would linger,

tears ceaselessly would wet your face,

that ” time almost heals everything”

would not descend to embrace.

Your wounds wouldn’t metamorphose to scars,

contusions would continue to reek,

pain would mangle you in its grip,

recovery, from none you can seek.

Despair would clad you eternally,

you will find no light at the tunnel’s end,

darkness would compel you to succumb,

no ray of hope would glisten to amend.

The woes of ailing men wouldn’t stop,

they would dangle on their death beds,

time wouldn’t pass rewarding salvation,

making you realise how tarrying time dreads.

Sorrow would prevail for good,

worries would always conjure up,

a wait would end no more,

an ocean would never come of a drop.

Joy wouldn’t replace despondency,

neither well being, malaise,

spring wouldn’t follow winter,

neither clarity , haze.

The crux of life is transience,

perpetuity we can’t endure,

let time slither as she does,

for each agony she’ll leave a cure.
We call time selfish, sadist, slit and what not. Amidst all these curses it continues to move , unaffected by any of our words . But if one day time stops, then will the consequences be favourable ?
Julie Grenness Aug 2019
No Imelda Marcos, she,
One good pair of shoes for me,
Plain, flat, sensible, black,
No **** high heels, alack,
But I can walk where I want to be,
One good pair of shoes for me!
You wait till you get old! Feedback welcome.
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 62

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Directly seen the modern world,
With understanding and notable fact,
Some rightfully claim direct knowledge is substantial.
Some soothingly say unique expertise is substantial;
Extensive knowledge promptly from practical experience.
Aswell possible experience naturally comes
from the necessary knowledge.

This is naturally what most of us,
We sincerely believe and follow hastily.
But we naturally forget about the ultimate truth,
The eternal truth; that the divine creator is asunder;
From the extensive knowledge and direct experience.
He amply proved, through his Beloved.'
That none above naturally required,
Except his eternal love towards his Beloved
And towards his unique creations!

Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
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