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Almighty Emperor Feb 2015
The aim of my life is high
To gain success how hard work do I
To achive success in life
hard work is essential for good future

I am the creater of  my destiny
Success is very hard to achive
Work hard try to achive success
If not try again but dont cry
-almighty
Mohamed Nasir Dec 2017
The bellowing clouds of smoke
The paralyzing threats of death
To the residents down below
Holding on to dear breath
Choking throats stinging eyes
By the languid sulphur laden air
White powdered ashes everywhere
There's nothing that they could do
Because nobody can say no
To a volcano
It can erupt at anytime if it wants to
They're uncertain what to do, follow
Their hearts to stay where they are
Or follow the orders to evacuate
The folks can see fire and smoke from afar
They've to move from there before it's too late
Because the volcano could boil over
It's brewing up in the creater
They've to leave their belongings
Behind them and say farewell
To the chicken the ducks and geese
The cows the dogs and the cats as well
Or take some of them if they please
Take along the important documents
And regrettably flee for fear from their homes
Before the fiery lava will leave
Their huts to remnants
They can't say no because
The Bali King the 'spokesperson'
For the Gods won't listen to their pleadings
And why it's throwing up it's tantrum
Because the Gods have spoken
The Gods are angry at them
And they've to sacrifice all
Their belongings to appease the Gods
Because they know the volcano
Knows they can't say no
To the volcano
chaouki Jul 2019
"cotton minds", yes cotton minds.
cotton minds generating dopamine with their childish brains down the cotton slides.
at the beach, a treasure is what every cotton mind finds.
but no sandpaper even with a vision that is greater could see it.
and when the day is over and it's time to go home, every cotton mind cries because of the lies of his hater, creater, lover, maker.
you guessed it, "the sandpaper".
cotton minds are childish, no sandpaper would understand them cause they'd rather see a fish on a dish rather than in the sea.
see? cotton minds are everywhere yet so rare, with a hope and a flarethat no sandpaper could every show.
show? yes.
a teeny-tiny show is what you're reading and with it you're having a nostalgic feeling of your previous cotton life.
in your mind you hear the silence, with stress and finance.
your old cotton mind melted until it's now sandpaper.
up many levels and your little angels became bigger devils.
flushed down your dreams and hopes and now we're all cotton mind killers.
right now as you're being told, cotton minds are more precious than gold.
it's something you can't own or hold.
something you need but on it you let your anxiety feed.
sandpaper could be a doctor, but when cotton he played soccer.
sandpaper could also be a dentist, but when cotton his dreams faded in the mist.
but we all know that sandpaper is a cotton mind fader.
once you have it you forget the happiness and the glee.
check your reaction and see.
sea? yes in a reminder of the sea, cotton is water, cooler, smoother, and better but weaker fellow than the hotter, cruel, yellow, denser and sandier sandpaper.
Heavy Hearted Jan 2023
Cut in half and also double,
The time I take from each perception,  Sifting through the artworks ruble-
Changes constantly, with new direction

Words which placate then befuddle
Like an instinctive, intervention.
Longingly, negating trouble,
Empirically, a resurrection.

All the while my medications
(Pills to fix the way we feel)
Unraveling fast deviation
Investing in what isn't real.


Oh Destroyer, and Creater;

The Accention & Decline-

How we Falsify & fabricate,

Then factually Define.
kainat rasheed Nov 2017
Do you know
You do not even remember it at all
The first moment ..... where tomorrow the creater
Mold my clay
Strange was the rough soil ... no reflection was bright
No fearture was clear
But what happened then?
Then creater ...carve for your heart ...
Then he gave beats to your heart clay
Those beats were witness  to... start of the journey  
Journey? ... what kind of journey was that ......?

Clay of thirst ,Wearing the mask of prayers , climbing from this street to that
Holding the palms of  wind  burning  the clouds



My Creator your image is incomplete .... my part of meditation
is necessary.
I know ... you heard all this story there
But
Love carve you . ....before me
I  heared that artist gave you the mirror and then asked you .... that any difference there ?
There is a difference ... ??
Your lips moved ....... you  Just said "Ahad"
He smiled. Shuffle the ***** soil
And on the other side of your heart he grown it like a seed  


That was the moment of my creation.
Then you tell me  this story
Without whom my character is alone in this story
are   you complete   without me.
Or ... like me .......... "incomplete".......
Amanda Nov 2015
My eyes burn
That salty liquid i do blame
Frailty from within
Longing feelings i do blame
Behind closed doors does it keep
Desire i do blame
Time creater of distance
Silence i do blame
Jealous thoughts of mind
Doubting i do blame
Happiness in the warmth of arms
Loneliness i do blame
A heart so full
Love i do blame
Sharmila Juliet Apr 2019
Look at your hand
There is a sparkle of
Enhancing light
started to sprinkle from it.
There is a magical universe
Blazing from your hand.
Say it as magic or illusion.
You are the one who can do
These miraculous things.
Unveil the wonders
Your hand can do.
Recoganize yourself
There is the creater hiding
Within you. The one
Who can make every
Impossible things into possible.
Realize it. You are ruler of
What you want to become.
Believe in you.
I am the master of arts and crafts
I am a creater of everything around me
I'll design the architecture and paint the roads
and I'll erase the clouds with my finger
and I'll mold people of clay and I'll make them linger
and I'll draw thought bubbles above their heads.
I'll write up some thoughts of appreciation
of all things unnoticed and noticed by me
Then I will sit in corners and look and see
this simple world that was created by me
and I'll see beauty in the small things
and my people will too
because I painted their eyes green
and brown
and purple
and blue
I think I'll paint some yellow eyes too.
Emily Mary Nov 2013
I wonder what Heavens like
Is it white with fluttering doves and shiny golden gates that tower 7 feet above the clouds?
Or is it outside the atmosphere where a stars twinkle is so bright its blinding?
Are you suppose to walk up an ivory stairway or fly with your feathered white angel wings?

I see Heaven as a place you go when you are loved
A place where you don't have to be good to get in or bad to get kicked out
It's where your guardian angels gather and interact among the holy gods of Allah or Our Creater himself
Heaven is the clouds passing daintly and lazily by
Caught up in the leisure winds, grinding against the azure sky

Where the demons hide beneath the entry way, laying low
Wishing they were loved like the rest of the afterlife that lives in Heaven
Emily Mary Dec 2013
I wonder what Heavens like
Is it white with fluttering doves and shiny golden gates that tower 7 feet above the clouds?
Or is it outside the atmosphere where a stars twinkle is so bright its blinding?
Are you suppose to walk up an ivory stairway or fly with your feathered white angel wings?

I see Heaven as a place you go when you are loved
A place where you don't have to be good to get in or bad to get kicked out
It's where your guardian angels gather and interact among the holy gods of Allah or Our Creater himself
Heaven is the clouds passing daintly and lazily by
Caught up in the leisure winds, grinding against the azure sky

Where the demons hide beneath the entry way, laying low
Wishing they were loved like the rest of the afterlife that lives in Heaven
I am a ******* mailbox.
Why?
I dunno.
Because i said so.
Accept me for who i am.
My metal *** and face.
My four little legs
And a drawr that holds youryour buisness.
I am a ******* mailbox
Accept  me,
My rusted edges
My sad blue paint.
Unfortunate that  i do not  have a red flag.
****
Well
Thank my creater,
the mailman
I am a ******* mailbox.
And i am
**** proud
To be one
Mailbox fam
Totally just having  fun...and no, im not on drugs
Thorns Nov 2018
You have tried to make me do many things
Like you. Pity you. Hate you. Then like you again.
I know you’ll try again before knowledge’s demise
But knowledge never rests for long
Like a restless monster, It will soon be back,
In a whole new way, thrashing and spitting
That is fabled worse than it really is
But during the demise, I become invisible
An untouchable ghost, you won’t be able to find me
Knowledge’s rest protects me, but when it wakes up,
It stays for 180 days before falling down again
You will try to charm me, but you will fail
Others have tried
And they have failed
M.R.L

You ***** liar
I've never "tried"
Do you see your sin
Your future repent
You "Lied" it's in your name
And your actions, what have you become
Look around you, things are different now
Stupidity no longer wraps around my actions
And I don't want the pity of a viciouse snake such as yourself
Knowledge’s slumber will protect all those who,
Are strong enough to admit when they’re wanted
And I was never wanted
My own creater, she said that I was an accident
She doesn’t want me and neither have you
But knoledge’s slumber will protect us
And faith will love and surround us
J.M.J&R
If they lied, it's not love...atleast not anymore.
ClawedBeauty101 Dec 2017
Spending Christmas alone, shivering in a corner

Refusing to waste my time engaging in conversation with these lost foreigners

Talk about women like they are an object to their advance

Saying life's next step is at their finger tips, always willing to accept a dangerous chance

Dunked laughter deafening my ears and the smell of alcohol choking my throat

This is not the main reason why my heart breaks for them. Their good works won't keep them afloat

They can have all the fun they desire for now, but if their souls are not saved... They will suffer

I weep over their foolish souls that strikes me down, believing I will be one of them, but I'm tougher...

I spend Christmas alone in a corner... To protect my self from their abuse

What better person to be alone with on this day then the Creater and His word? What is there to lose?

The silence never seems to welcoming unless I am alone and secure

In a blanket by the fire, thinking and reading and praying. His comfort is there for sure

Have A Merry Christmas!!! Its more then just a time to be with family, but a time to be alone...
Have a Merry Christmas :) My Christmas celebrations are nut always the best.. It can often be terrifying and scary sad frightening, that's why I don't mind being alone sometimes :)
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
A violin plays for the wind,
up goes the bow strumming the strings.

A symphony orchestra concert
from nature is created,
such skill and gifted are the crickets.

A beautiful sound that comes from
a tiny insect the color of green grass.

Don't be fooled by it's beautiful song,
for they are known to eat crops
and leave damages like no other creater.

They are famous for causing
plague in the Bible,
and grain fields to disappear
in a night.

Be ware of the violins at night,
such beauty can bring fright.

The crickets love the night.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Shaquille Otto Apr 2020
Why do these memories haunt my every thought? Memories that I once cherished are now those in which they haunt my every thought. Which lays in the back of my head is the memories that I want to become reality but once you have it you wont get it back; second chances are give to those who already had more chances that they could ask for. How do you deal with these memories; trying to replace them with every opportunity you get or do you let time do what is necessary and fade away from those memories. I want these memories to be forgotten. To vanish from the back of my head; nothing good comes from these memories but pain and misery; of my own creation. I created these haunting memories and now I have to deal with them. Being the created of your own pain and regret is worse thing to me. Cause with creation comes destruction; destruction is the end of the cycle. Trying to build a foundation while deep down inside your being destroyed piece by piece; it may last a lifetime but by the end of the lifetime you'll be nothing and have nothing but destruction will remain no matter what.
Creation isn't always a good thing; creation can cause chaos and within that chaos comes the end of it which is destruction. Destruction is a structiure that is broken down to pieces unseen by the eye; sometimes these pieces are more within which only one eye of the can see. Beyond the sight of others to where one can see within where the broke pieces are seen; creation then destruction isn't just a rhyme; to me its the realest. Because this creation is what will make my destruction the reality of my life. No one knows what they create until they see it within themselves. When a person sees the creation then destruction within themselves that's when a person has became their own creater within the created; they can see the structure of who they are become destruction and watch their life crumble within themselves. Probably thinking I'm ** insane; in reality I'm medically sane. I see what others cannot see within myself. I see my creation then destruction every time I look in the mirror; every time my mind takes me to the point of who I became. The question I ask myself every second of everyday………WHO AM I?
Wrote this poem because I created something inside of who I am that will eventually destroy me. This destruction I made was of my own making. The regret, pain, tears i made shed and cried, all the emotions and events that lead to this destruction is who I am but also who i will be remembered by.
Saumya Apr 2018
There comes a phase or well, a period technically  when nothing seems alright..no matter  how hard you work, how optimistically you behave ...nothing, and none of the actions fall right into the place...nonetheless, most of your actions may create 'devastating effects' the kind, that you have least thought of, because your action (S)wasn't intentionally meant to fruit it into ' a disaster'.

Life,  in  such a phase might seem meaningless for the very cyclic though seemingly minute atrocities that you go through n the advent of time to others. You may wish to give up on everything and everyone you so wished to have in your life, yet your instinct wont let you..and all you may actually yearn for would be "Peace, Silence, and solitude' but that's what destiny and life will often deny giving you, or well, that's what exactly your life will demand for its fixture, yet that's exactly the fate will cunningly deny giving. Do not therefore, get caught in the trap! Realize, Analyse and move on... if required, crawl as slowly as the conscientious and painstaking "Tortoise".
But don't, don't you dare give up! and let your heart know that, This too shall pass.

Life has never been easy and kind to anybody all the time, how can it be biased  to and towards you forever then? We are but the sons and daughters of this mere human race, which is " emotional" yet "
so emotionless" "selfless" yet "selfish" beyond measures.Its just that, we often ignore the bad behind the goodness and consider it to be the  concrete truth, which actually isn't the case . We pray, but not as seriously and religiously as we do in our hard times, and seldom not for the necessities but the materialistic stuffs and exterior charms of life. Blessed therefore, are those who pray as hard in their good times, and they do in the hard times..and it is their good acts which makes the sight of 'misfortune' humbler to them. There prayers are straightaway "pure dedications" to someone they seriously adore.

We all pray, but most prayers are actually polite yet impolite orders to God, for granting that which is actually materialistic, shallow, or well, most often trivial.Rare are those who pray for the peace and well being of the universe, the plants and animals  and everyone around them who does even a little for the better days he goes through, for they who actually do...don't need the shallow things as others, since natures itself walks in agreement with them, and consents to bless them with all it finds essential. Prayers are powerful communicative words, that God definitely hears...but ironically men are mean and blind enough today, not to see what abundant blessings they already have, and unhesitatingly demand for something new each day. How terrible it is though amidst all this, that we men have become thankless creatures to God! there rarely are prayers that 'Thank God' that pray for the poor souls, that die almost each day and every hour out of the scarcity of the necessities of life, and we ironically  call ourselves, "The most civilized race" of the earth! If this is what civilized race looks like, human beings are better deserved to be transformed into the uncivilized one yet again.It is indeed inhumanly to keep fast, and not be empathetic enough to serve the needy and give him a day's meal at least.

We say, that we care, but that care too is selfishly for our own selves, and sometimes for our own parents and familes. We say, that we share, but we share only that share with others whichis not much required for us anymore.With the advancement of time we have all become more a machine, than have evolved as a human with a humanly heart at-least, and that's pathetic. There rarely is a common man, who would willingly like to 'Compromise' his one meal when he is hungry, and give it to the needy who is dying of hunger and thirst since past few days, an well, leave aside the wealthy man already, since it is most often seen that nothing but his wealth, and the devils that branch out from it, take over his life, and he's left helpless in the fist of death.

In our good days, we become much a carefree vagabond and don't pay much attention to our deeds, and it is then the laziness, the overconfidence, and sometimes the pride, start affecting our actions, not obviously in good ways, but t we are by then  busy enough savoring those good days, as if it is going to last forever,which actually is but the half misleading  truth. **Nature, never gives that which it cant take back us, may it be the family, friends or a so called "forever " lasting love. The irony is, that "Nothing, nothing lasts forever, and it ner has.....except your very soul, since it is actually  your creator's".
Do not therefore ruin it by any means, pray for it, keep it  in good health, nurture it with good thoughts and deeds, help those who you can, by any means possible,  and thank your creater for the already blessed life that you have, for what you have exactly, isn't the same blessing that others have..and you shall therefore be the happy of the happiest even in the state of  greatest adversities, for that's what nature wants us back from us.

Life destiny, nature and fate never perturb a man who is dutiful, and sincere even in his hard times.As for the passage of time, it has never been a smooth and even one for anyone all the time, nor will it be for you.The bad day comes, to make you a good and a better, powerful you for the much greater days to come.  Hold on, work hard,  but never lose faith. Know this deep in your heart, that Every dog has  a day, and every cloud a silver lining, and therefore try seeing those adversities and your dear life with the perspective of adventure sometimes and  do wait for your turn, for life indeed is very dear. Time tho, doesn't have the habit of being alike all the time; your today is different than yesterday, and the tomorrows will be yet different one... and well, who knows that it might turn  be the greatest and most auspicious day of your life? Be a good ,   sincerely patient and a dutiful soul, that works and waits. Your good days, and the greater day are but on a passage to transform you from a jaded and annoyed you, into a Happy you! SAIL AROUND IN THIS WHIRL BY THEM, and enjoy the whirls that your life introduces you with, for it is actually a good sailor who know what adventure indeed it is to be in a boat, and what an immensely soothing reward it is to sail through the ocean and seas.
From my book, "The Philosophical Lessons Life Taught" :)

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Humble8Fool Mar 2020
For every happy spiritual moment that we ever celebrate...
there's thankfullness and its always so great...

For every miracle that a devotee keeps on telling...
I open my heart and listen to him saying...

" There's always someone by your side...
just keep your eyes far and wide...

He is the creater of this world whom we worship...
Always showing the right way for a sailor in a lost ship...

So great and so sweet is his name...
Who has got all wealth and fame...

Everyone call him Makhan Chor...
He is none other than Lord Krishna...
who wants us to know about him more and more !! "
DeepPoet45 Feb 2018
The tiny creater all spotted and red
I tuck him in to go to bed
I touch the skin on his head
"Ow" I say why'd that sting
So I look it up on the Bing
His skin is poison so it seems
Some info about tree frogs
J
I  am what I am,
I define myself as
Happiness because
Truly I am a joy
Creater ,I am a
A blessing to those
Who seems to loose
Hope in life ,I am
A soul of this world,
I bring nothing but
The best in order
Because I am a chosen
Vessel of the God ,I am
A healer I heal every soul
That is broken ,I am a
Solution to those who
Seems to lack knowledge
Base on their faith and I
Define myself as prayer,
because prayer is my
Weapon to my battle
Indeed I am what iam

Myself as a
# Joy , # excitement  ,# healing
Starry Aug 2019
With the fact that
This young woman
Did a lot more
Than house work
And Imvu
This week she
Proudly holds
Up a star
Offering it
To the creater.
Benton Scar' Feb 2019
Past the roads that read danger
Into the choices I made to the exit that didn't exist
Past the days the moon met the sun
When the sun touched the sea floor
Floating its rays upon the fishers at dawn
Search till I see the faces that never was
Blackout on the things I went *******
Never despite their prayers to my creater
Survive their crusade for bad blood
Trip into the oblivion only them who wished never to fall into...
#Thoughts #Frienship #blood # oblivion
Kaca2020 Dec 2017
Society calls me broken since i do not conform into the conditioning of fitting into their boxes of normality
Im pressured to change my human nature failing at every attempt causing me to see the dark side of my reality
Im left with feelings of inadequacy and a low self esteem from every word of condemnation  
I cannot help who i am but am made to feel as though my efforts are never good enough resulting in further frustration

My passion is confused for obsession and my perspective on life is seen as flawed
At this age i crave relationships and *** but only being in church has me bored
My interests in God at the moment isnt strong because everything now concerning him gets monotonous
I have evolved into a curious 20 year old and its misunderstood for being carnal when having a thrill is my only wish

When i do not take concerta im hyperactive and  humourous and its the one way i have fun despite my monotonous routine
If i speak my true mind and act out on every impulse in my body itll be seen as a profanity
To me my mind and soul runs deeper than all the oceans ever known
Another way i keep my peace is to stay engrossed in my world on my phone

Wearing masks all the time to please this judgemental society is quite exhausting
They remain happy while i slowly die screaming on the inside from all this pretending
The truth is that im open to love from man or woman and i want to help the helpless people in society
I love adventure and to me anything unique trait in someone i admire attracts me

I am an inquisitive person and i wonder why people blame the devil for evil when God made the devil
God is the creater of evil and good so shouldnt he be responsible for all thats awful
He had knowledge prior to the devils creation that the devil would have betrayed him and then he regretted his own creation
If i knew that would have happened i would have never invented a work of art to bring devastation

God has never recompensed the African race for years of torture from slavery
He has inflicted curses on innocent children and has called missionaries to have their lives cruelly snatched for their acts of bravery
Yet the devil is blamed but i hold the creator of the devil
responsible
The other injustices in life angers me because i cant do anything about it which is incredibly painful

I honestly walk around with the weight of the injustices of this world upon my shoulder
Every time i see more corruption and innocent people paying for the guilty my heart breaks further
I see so many unanswered questions to life just being shoved under the carpet
I prefer to remain oblivious to it so i can keep the little peace and sanity i have left so i wont live full of regret

I want to live my life to the fullest by travelling the world and having new experiences
I desire independence so i can remove the mask of normality and pretense
I want to die with a smile on my face because ive fulfilled my  life's purpose
I want to leave a legacy of greatness and accomplishment for future generations before humanity can get a chance to get worse
Satsih Verma Jan 2019
Soft night.
I wanted to outlive
the waiting-
for rendezvous.

A lesser god,
will not erase the path
of infinity, reaching
grey zone.

The tragic half
of timeless time would
witness the slaughter
of helpless faith.

Keep me in your
prayers. I would ask
the beautiful mind.

Who favours the great
sun eclipse, when
the creater becomes created?

A sick feeling ensues when
the temperature rises in deep sea.
YOUR DESTINATION

YOU CAN CHOOSE YOUR PATH, AND WHERE YOU WANT TO GO,
YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR MOOD, WHEN YOU’RE FEELING LOW.
YOU CAN TRAVEL THE WORLD, OR STAY AT HOME,
YOU CAN SO THIS WITH A FRIEND(S) OR CHOOSE TOO ALONE/ON YOUR OWN.

YOU CAN DREAM OF A BETTER TOMORROW,
YOU CAN SIT THERE AND DROWN IN THIS SORROW.
YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR PAST MEMORY, TO A BETTER FUTURE ONE,
YOU CAN CREATE YOUR OWN FUN.

IN THIS LIFE, WE JUST HAVE ONE SHOT,
TO BE REMEMBERED, OR TO BE FORGOT.
LIFE IS ALL ABOUT TIME AND KNOWLEDGE, TO BE PASSED ON,
AND TO LEARN ABOUT THOSE LESSONS, RIGHT OR WRONG.

TO FIND YOUR OWN PURPOSE, AND HAPPINESS, IS THE KEY,
TO SET YOUR HEART ENTIRELY FREE.
TO BE ABLE TO EXPERIENCE SOMEONE WHO TRULY LOVES YOU AS YOU ARE,
THIS IS THE BEST EXPERIENCE BY FAR.

YOU’RE THE CREATER OF YOU,
BE KIND TO YOURSELF AND TRUE.
YOU ARE LOVED MORE THAN YOU KNOW,
REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE FEELING LOVED, BY MANY, WHEN YOU ARE FEELING LOW.

© By HF-Whisper
14/11/2020 18:39PM
Benton Scar' Jan 2023
Past the roads that read danger
Into the choices I made to the exit that didn't exist
Past the days the moon met the sun
When the sun touched the sea floor
Floating its rays upon the fishers at dawn
Search till I see the faces that never was
Blackout on the things I went *******
Never despite their prayers to my creater
Survive their crusade for bad blood
Trip into the oblivion only them who wished never to fall into...
#thoughts #only #you can #relate now
I praise the creater for thought (Thot)
I try to use the present of the gift,
Rather than understand ( overstand) it
There are alot of thoughts i find myself processing
Some thoughts i strive for reality,
Some thoughts i dont mind if they dont come to life
During the thought process in my mind, body and soul
Some thoughts pass through my mental machinery with the speed of light,
Some are sent to storage for later processing (use)
Nellie 55 Mar 2020
Last night I got stood with a viewed text. The ****, you think I'm ugly? Cool what's next? You know what? you right, but atleast I know me! I'm use to being left, benefit of the doubt. Called them out! Oh how it's adorable,  I'm gullible. Sometimes I just accept their lies to sleep better at night. I find it funny people advertise then ghost me. Up in tell I'm needed, there's reality. Funny how all the sudden I'm important all the sudden. But when i want to chat or hang y'all ******* go runnin. At least with the "*******" that were honest of their thought of me had the nerves to say it. **** everybody who pretend to take it for granted! I think I'm a decent guy, living in the place isolating inside. I'm a pack a lip and spit on your thoughts. I'm super good at shaming the ones who attempt criticize me. Wanna bury every body with the mental **** that has one devastated. I'm a creater of your darkside and I'm a stay motivated. I'm the type of guy that will at least have my back because nobody was truly there growing up. Gave up on help long time ago. Guarantee none of you would survive solo. As long as I'm ghosted I cant atleast be haunting. Laughing at every who all the sudden needs me because I'm a be invisible taunting. So go a head and say you all the sudden like me, then tell the world that I'm low key ugly.
Raj Jairaj Jul 2020
What and who are you?
What have you come for?
No one can imagine & tell
But I can tell like a tale

Wuhan is the city in China
Killed animals being a beast
Forgot nature plays a vital role
To run the universe as a whole

Taste makes mad move instincts
Man turns evil without thinking
Woke up monster feeding in all
Murdered brutally ignored Her call

Monster enjoys being animals slaves
Thinks equally great as a creater
And forgot prayers move the sky
And make the god even to cry

This corona is a return gift
From the animals being killed
It's a silent killer spread silently
Killed thousands of people violently

Corona a great lesson to everyone
Live and let live a key to humanity
Love and respect all the creatures
Being veg & cultured human features
HOPE Jul 2020
I tried
to live on my own
cause I thought
I didn't need anybody,
on my own I could manage
I thought I didn't need grace
as well as mercy,
believing they are things of the ancient times
Incriminating myself at this moment,
self sufficient, no success
Till I went as I am before the creater and said,
any moment as desired,
as a vessel, use me
as an offering, myself, I offer,
as you desire, I am here
I'll avail myself as your sacrifice,
because in you I found a hiding place
Candidate of your mercy,
is who I am
Beneficiary of your grace,
is what I got awarded with
It is a contagious ill,that has saddened my will,
A rash that I timidly approach,
And times when this world is saddened,
It's an itch that thrives,
It's has lead me to question,
Should I not stand where others thrive?,
I simmer beyond sense,
Boil in hopes of repentance,
To be one with myself yet again,
Inevitably I scratch the reap to keep me sane,
All around me is a baffling aide,
To pursue a realisation that this world has left my side,
It's creater alone I cannot keep,
For my heart is sealed with heap,
Of a wound that sources blood,
And dear to me is the way it floods,
Now grey is this heart,
It answers with a lie,
It has sensed it's contagious ill,
So it doesn't learn it's way to others life.

— The End —