#unforseen - Hello Poetry

Naye Dashak ki shuruat thi Ek hichak mere sath thi Kuch acha hone wala hai Ek sapna sach krwana hai Nayi ye shuruat hai Thame sab mera hath hai.. Par kuch or hi ghatne wala hai Saya ek kala ana hai Na khabar mujhe na duniya ko Ab sb kuch thamne wala hai... Tum rok lo Isko hone se Tum rok lo khud ko khone se.. Parlay ka alam ban gya re Tufan ghanna ye chaaya re... Insaan kaide mein band hoga Panchi khuli hawao mein Anjana sa dar hoga Bekhauf khuli in raahon mein... Prakriti fir naya rang legi Dukh apne sab har legi Jo jakham die insano ne Ab kalam nahi un hatho mein Prakriti ka lekh nirala hai Naya khel wo rachne wala hai..!!

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Jun 10, 2020

Jun 10, 2020 at 8:19 AM UTC

MissPoetic

Trying to pen down my feelings from the Initial days of lockdown..!!

Naye Dashak ki shuruat thi Ek hichak mere sath thi Kuch acha hone wala hai Ek sapna sach krwana hai Nayi ye shuruat hai Thame sab mera hath hai.. Par kuch or hi ghatne wala hai Saya ek kala ana hai Na khabar mujhe na duniya ko Ab sb kuch thamne wala hai... Tum rok lo Isko hone se Tum rok lo khud ko khone se.. Parlay ka alam ban gya re Tufan ghanna ye chaaya re... Insaan kaide mein band hoga Panchi khuli hawao mein Anjana sa dar hoga Bekhauf khuli in raahon mein... Prakriti fir naya rang legi Dukh apne sab har legi Jo jakham die insano ne Ab kalam nahi un hatho mein Prakriti ka lekh nirala hai Naya khel wo rachne wala hai..!!

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To act with humility is to be aware that I am unomniscient and uncertain so I need to be on guard against the unforseen bad consequences of my action.

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Aug 1, 2019

Aug 1, 2019 at 7:27 AM UTC

carl-dsouza

Humility in Action?

To act with humility is to be aware that I am unomniscient and uncertain so I need to be on guard against the unforseen bad consequences of my action.

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Where the lines blur, and pages end where I cannot see a future anymore for us where the light and darkness come and pass as time, here it is only grey inside There used to be a window where a sparrow hid at light-crack by the sill and sang shrilly in the morning, he would sing calling in the light of God, he’d sing for us The silence has grown thick, shaved ragged potential, daydreams posed as promises sharp was the resonation of our love sharp are vile weapons and words drawn between us now Betrayal finds its way upon my tongue I’d spit it out before it turns to venom I’d have to say you’re poison to me now left with nothing but constriction and a failing heart Were you my elixir, but a count of days before? How sweet the lily of the valley’s scent how pure is her white compilation of forever restfulness, the peaceful trickery and death I’d say it’s time to lay this love to rest Place flowers at the feet of mounds of earth seal the wound of expecting hearts, we were bleeding fluid prayers upon the stones Attempting to bring the dead Back to life

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC

haliabd

Inevitable Drift

Where the lines blur, and pages end where I cannot see a future anymore for us where the light and darkness come and pass as time, here it is only grey inside There used to be a window where a sparrow hid at light-crack by the sill and sang shrilly in the morning, he would sing calling in the light of God, he’d sing for us The silence has grown thick, shaved ragged potential, daydreams posed as promises sharp was the resonation of our love sharp are vile weapons and words drawn between us now Betrayal finds its way upon my tongue I’d spit it out before it turns to venom I’d have to say you’re poison to me now left with nothing but constriction and a failing heart Were you my elixir, but a count of days before? How sweet the lily of the valley’s scent how pure is her white compilation of forever restfulness, the peaceful trickery and death I’d say it’s time to lay this love to rest Place flowers at the feet of mounds of earth seal the wound of expecting hearts, we were bleeding fluid prayers upon the stones Attempting to bring the dead Back to life

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