When a woman is fed up a candlelight glows dark in solitary and every room of love        When a woman is fed fantasy change the things physical even sharing arm for pain but heart beat is always constant when your woman is fed with the things around how do you feel inside or within the hard eyes of tears

It seems like there's an urge in me
To write something
About everything
Yet there's a limit
In my mind it can't burst out

Why do people write poems?
Is it because on what they felt?
On a word that means something
That are easily poured on a single line
And formed on a stanza that doesn't even rhyme

No matter what your reason is
I hope your heart will always be at peace
And in this  single piece
I pray that you'll be at bliss..

Don't lose your confidence
Never distrust Providence
Remove your ignorance
Accumulate tolerance

Patience is a must
Your mind, you dust
Body mustn't rust
Always be honest

Hopefully you live
In God, ever believe
The best, you give
Better to forgive

Choose the right path
To toil, take an oath
God and hope, trust both
Don't die like a brittle moth

God-faith helps thrive
As He makes us survive
Our belief, He does revive
He helps peace to be alive

Take efforts and await
After showing your might
Being happy is right
As joy, you can sight

True efforts never die
They appeal to the Sky
God keeps His eye
Upon those who try

Good luck my dear
Pursue without fear
If hard-work is here
No place for tear

mvvenkataraman

Awkwardly,
He walks over
The square, his shopping
Swinging
In his closed
Hand.

Slowly, he extracts the scratchcard.
Deftly, he uncovers the panels.
Pitifully, the scratchcard slides from his grasp.
Heavily, he collapses onto the shelter seat.

Awkwardly,
He fumbles in
His shopping for today's
Distraction.
Waiting for the next
Bus to nowhere.

On the frosty rock
In the gloomy house with a lock
Empty of light
Full of plight
And ravens
That sang hells
To heavens
A young boy died
Of suicide
He could not bear evil beings
Or lives put in prisons
Or false freedoms
A love doer and a love fighter
He hated to join priests
Or marry solitude at any altar