"chopra" poems
Aara Priyanka Chopra Beige Net Saree. This bollywood wedding saree is beautified with resham thread embroidery on pallu portion and panels of the saree.Shimmer embroidered patch patti is placed at border of the saree add extra beauty to the saree. Blouse pattern shown in image is only for photo shoot purpose. Ara Priyanka Chopra Beige net Saree color of the product may differ from that shown on your computer screen. Aara Priyanka Chopra Beige Net Saree difference in color is mostly due to flash, monitor or camera settings. The images shown are only for you
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
Aara Priyanka Chopra Beige Net Saree. This bollywood wedding saree is beautified with resham thread embroidery on pallu portion and panels of the saree.Shimmer embroidered patch patti is placed at border of the saree add extra beauty to the saree. Blouse pattern shown in image is only for photo shoot purpose. Ara Priyanka Chopra Beige net Saree color of the product may differ from that shown on your computer screen. Aara Priyanka Chopra Beige Net Saree difference in color is mostly due to flash, monitor or camera settings. The images shown are only for reference.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
THIS IS GOING TO BE A WORK COMPOSED BY ALL OF US. POETRY CAN BRING US TOGETHER. Comment the next lyric and I will post it with your name in parentheses.
Here I sit in this bitter cold(L.K.)
whispering sweet nothings to the moon, for the night will cease into existence and dawn shall be upon us soon. (aesha nisar)
Enwrought with silver light and dark cloths of night(Abhay Chopra)
There she plays in a twisted mind
bombarded with such torturous remarks, and a dark witty retort
don't fall victim to the spoon
once again observe the phoenix taking flight (L.K.)
Here I sit in the bitter cold,
Watching the sunshine fold,
Down beyond the horizon,
Along with it's shimmering gold(Arlen)
were I wept no one knows
Beautiful sunset pink, and yellow
even in the bitter cold
light shines in the darkest soul (L.K.)
for this is the place to be? I'm told
Shall I add a line, should I be so bold?
Or just sit here alone in the bitter cold(Terence James Potter)
alone in the bitter cold (L.K.)
There she plays in a twisted mind(L.K.)
whispering sweet nothings to the moon, for the night will cease into(aesha nisar)
broken womb destined to the tomb
Enwrought with silver light and dark cloths of night(Abhay Chopra)
As the paint peels off the moss ridden eaves
Watching The violent clouds sailing by(Nirali Shah)
just like the passing of the autumn leaves
moving your puppet strings, so sly(L.K.)
I'm not sure what to fill so I'll sit by this window sill(Chimera)
looking at the ****** of crows, and their fresh ****
sitting here solemn, and every so very still
do what thou wilt, let that be your will(L.K)
And the daylight still creeps coldly across the floor(Evelyn Ash)
wretched images of decaying bodies there like zombies
laying on cold steal floors, what is human anymore
even in the wretchedness I will endure (L.K.)
writing words on someone's soul(Cristina)
The one who stole mine, I've been told(Michael Wysocki)
I put my own name in parentheses(Joshua Amos Graff / J.M.G.)
so no one truly knows me(L.K.)
dysfunctional pull grasping the life out of me(patty m)
as I am chocking, hoping I begin to breath(L.K.)
with coffee stained teeth chattering and frosted skin vibrating( J.M.G)
I can't understand what you prophets are saying(L.K.)
Remembering the past of a life untold(Brandon K Stephenson)
Watching darkness as it takes a hold(L.K.)
This darkness has got a hold of me(Jaishree Kumar)
Remember that life will set you free(L.K.)
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:59 AM UTC
Deep within,
lies a green home of depth...
With each step of learning,
I see these stones get wet...
Fully loaded I stand,
Firmly holding my empty gun...
Even if given a choice,
To a beautiful place I shall never run...
Staring long enough,
Blurred regions remain blurred...
Her unsaid words sliced me,
Cut open my unaffected world...
Gazing into the eyes,
Of unbelievable, unattainable beauty...
I gifted myself the prize.
The search for an illusion free cosmic duty...
From where shall we begin,
To where will this journey end,
No one here, can tell you...
What are you to loose,
To experience that 'gain',
You're here, to tell you...
For the keepers of knowledge,
The ones holding the truth...
Believe in guiding by distancing us from them.
We have to travel to the stars.
And then some more.
Till the edge of the universe is met...
Then start knocking on every alien door...
The ones that answer,
need to be ignored.
For God, we know...
He has a reputation to maintain...
Travelling till the edge of the universe won't cut it...
We need to work hard.
For what we expect to gain,
Is already achieved...
The winner is one,
Who'd want none of it at all...
You see, God just wants someone to love him back...
I've travelled the cosmos,
But didn't need to, for understanding this simple fact.
I love you.
And you love me.
Let's just keep it at that.
- Abhay Chopra
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
You want us to be close,
We stand closer.
You intended to fill our hearts,
It's now filled with prayers.
Thoughts so powerful,
We manufacture only the good one.
Our journey is long..
And thus, a beautiful one..
We put in efforts,
We label meaning to life.
What the few understand,
This forthcoming second, leaks with the true essence of Space and Time.
One day, we shall all be divine....
Ripped till our True Self is revealed!
The Creator !
I see her try hard to resist a smile....
I see her smile....
I see her smile....
- Abhay Chopra
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
Rungs on the ladder
Where my life began
I talked with God
I rarely sinned
Just a troubled child's
Imaginary friend
Yet I turned to God
The self comfort within
When I turned
Young man
I searched again
In every church and bible
To find my old friend
I searched at the Buddha
Zen and then Tao
Deepak Chopra
Wasn't my style
Science was my nightmare
It made perfect sense
So I turned to philosophy
Now I'm on the fence
Yet how could a young child
Ever have known
That all those miracles
Were mere tricks of the souls...
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
“The highest levels of performance come to people who are centered, intuitive, creative, and reflective - people who know to see a problem as an opportunity.”
― Deepak Chopra
YEAH, JUST LIKE US POETRY PEOPLE, WE DO IT ALL THE TIME...WE WRITE IT DOWN, AND WORK IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC