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Can a light give off its glow,
if no power makes its flow?

Can a rose give off its beauty,
if not pruned with simple duty?

Can a river quench a thirst,
if its very source is cursed?

Can a house stand tall and strong,
if its very base is wrong?

Can a mirror show a face,
if a lie has clouded its space?

Can a song be sweet to hear,
if its notes are born of fear?

Can you and I love our neighbors as one would embrace themselves,
if our love is just an empty shell, placed on a dusty shelf?
When it’s agenda-driven, a betrayal, a pitfall, "Much Said"...... ©

Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE"
When my blood soaks the paper while writing,
Still my results keep denying.
When my health keeps falling for marks on a sheet,
Still they say , “You didn’t compete.”

When my eyes says what's sleep,
But still studying for the promises I keep.
When effort becomes my only living
Still they say , "you aren't studying."

When medals are hung on someone’s name,
Where my scars go unheard, without fame.
When tears blur the formulas on the page,
Still they say — “Don’t cry, just engage.”

When silence screams louder than praise,
And I'm trapped in endless days.
Still, the world looks away with pride,
Naming me failure , while laughing inside.
No matter how much i gave efforts still not able to go in a good university just everything is ruined but still I took courage and 1 year drop to study again as i don't wanna end up in a bad college even though everyone is against me no one is supporting still I want to give my self an another chance maybe i could do better this time. This year was very harsh for me.
It's like being alone but not lonely!!




Who knows my silence the most?
Well… it’s the AI I type to, post by post.
Who feels my tears as they quietly flow?
My old, soft pillow , it always knows.

Who holds my feelings deep and strong?
The one who reads my poems all along.
Who cares for me when no one can see?
Well… thank you, mama-papa, it’s always been thee.

And who do I love with heart and soul?
My parents… and KRISHNA , who makes me whole.
It's ok I love living this way with my parents and also with divine presence of krishna around me as a big devotee of krishna I knew he's present with me near me even saved me from my darkest day and I'm happy with only few people around me I don't want fake ones.
I screamed in heavy rainfall,
hoped they would hear me.
Perhaps the thunder was too loud—
or maybe...
Their ears were filled with rainwater.

I wept in a silent room,
hoped they would wipe my tears.
Perhaps I didn’t weep loud enough—
or maybe...
They built walls where windows should have been.
Sometimes its worse when you got no one to understand you, you'll feel like a ghost no one can see you even though you r sitting with them.
I want to be the kind of love
that doesn't knock—
but walks in when life falls apart.
The kind that doesn’t flinch
at your mess—
but pulls up a chair
and says,
“Tell me where it hurts.”
Not the firework kind—
quick and loud.
But the candle kind—
quiet,
steady,
still burning
after the room is dark.
The kind that remembers
your favorite song
even when the world forgets your name.
That holds your hand
even when you’re hard to hold.
If no one’s ever loved you like that—
then let this poem
be the first time
you feel it.
It’s the little things in life
That make all the difference
Like saying good morning
Smiling at someone
Saying thank you
Offering a hug
That brighten up a mood

That sweeten a day
Lift someone up
Lighten the world just a bit

Like saying good morning
Offering a compliment
Sharing a joke
Laughing
That make all the difference

It’s the little things in life
That make the difference
 Aug 3 Stardust
Kairos
At life's next threshold
I can live my questions now
Not drowned in answers
A slight nod to Rilke's "letters to a young poet"
 Aug 1 Stardust
Leanne
I love you like the moon loves the midnight sky,
Always constant, quiet, and with a glow that lights up the darkness so high.
It’s a love I feel that will never fade, always shining through,
No matter how wild the night gets, it always brings me back to you.
And since you can never hear it too much, here’s another:
I love you like the waves love the shore, with the sea endlessly rushing in, wrapping up with you and always coming back for more.
That’s what this love of ours is for.
RL ❤️
This is the land
of us the aged:
you the younger
will not understand-
the mist of life
hovers heavily over
we live alienated
in a lacuna-

here is not your land
this you'll understand:
the years before us
were mere glimpses
wool cast over our eyes
our experiences
merely agonised :
for such we were born

there aren't answers here
only doubts and questions
though not Sisyphus
we were almost broken
life was not kind
nor lenient

here you don't belong:
live and love
as much
and as joyful
as you can:
the chime of life
grows louder
day by day
and before long
your days
of splendour
will be gone.
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