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"indispensable" poems
Basketball stands for war or battle. That's why I think about the players' personalities, in my foxhole or squad. Danny and Ben are fast and smart. Dan especially can pass making him master and commander. To defeat them as we did is pst satisfying. Ben's five year old son disdains to answer my question Why are you you? But I'm not here to catalogue the men's personalities. I like them. But each of us has moved on many times, when ___________ suddenly died the games went on with hardly a mention and his name has since been forgotten. But even this, absolute mortality of not just our bodies but our names and souls is not what I came to talk about. Yesterday, between games, I asked Joe how Molly his daughter likes the high school. He mounted an impassioned defense of reading as the indispensable skill when I suggested math, the scientific method and history are essential too. Also between games Bob diffidently asked why my kids are bald. I was moved by the care he took to satisfy his curiosity, concerned the subject might be difficult. He's a political science teacher so I took the opportunity to ask What ails the republic? Of course I answered myself wanting mostly to hear myself talk about Iraq and how empire is self-correcting. For once I was amusing I thought, treating the subject with a light touch heretofore lacking. But none of this is what I came to say. A new guy, long quick and strong, a bulldozer under the boards with a good outside shot if needed got into a dispute with the other Bob who likes to tell people what to do sometimes, about an offensive foul Bob called which we almost never do. The new guy said If you can't take it don't play under the boards which is what I say when I'm ****** and don't give a **** Bob said You've been pushing and shoving me all day. I said He doesn't want to be pushed and shoved which got a wry smile out of Danny as I put the ball in play.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
At Basketball
Basketball stands for war or battle. That's why I think about the players' personalities, in my foxhole or squad. Danny and Ben are fast and smart. Dan especially can pass making him master and commander. To defeat them as we did is pst satisfying. Ben's five year old son disdains to answer my question Why are you you? But I'm not here to catalogue the men's personalities. I like them. But each of us has moved on many times, when ___________ suddenly died the games went on with hardly a mention and his name has since been forgotten. But even this, absolute mortality of not just our bodies but our names and souls is not what I came to talk about. Yesterday, between games, I asked Joe how Molly his daughter likes the high school. He mounted an impassioned defense of reading as the indispensable skill when I suggested math, the scientific method and history are essential too. Also between games Bob diffidently asked why my kids are bald. I was moved by the care he took to satisfy his curiosity, concerned the subject might be difficult. He's a political science teacher so I took the opportunity to ask What ails the republic? Of course I answered myself wanting mostly to hear myself talk about Iraq and how empire is self-correcting. For once I was amusing I thought, treating the subject with a light touch heretofore lacking. But none of this is what I came to say. A new guy, long quick and strong, a bulldozer under the boards with a good outside shot if needed got into a dispute with the other Bob who likes to tell people what to do sometimes, about an offensive foul Bob called which we almost never do. The new guy said If you can't take it don't play under the boards which is what I say when I'm ****** and don't give a **** Bob said You've been pushing and shoving me all day. I said He doesn't want to be pushed and shoved which got a wry smile out of Danny as I put the ball in play.
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You're beautiful, Yes, you are, undoubtedly. But the way you smile- It's the icing on the cake! And it's indispensable. Neither you can live without that perfect smile, Nor I can imagine any light of day or dark of night without it, Let alone traveling a mile without thinking of your smile.
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
Icing On Cake
I picked up flowers in my garden before first days of autumn, dried to save them from black magic of winter and cold breaths of sky. I put them between warm rays on my windowsills in arms of cozy home to bring spirit of life forever in their bones. I saved compositions of their scent on my lips, so you will feel endless, enigmatic, healing symphony in my kiss. I will leave sweet taste in your mouth little by little until dark mirror of your thoughts and wounds break into innocent fields of flowers full of butterflies and indispensable, clear-eyed raconteur of happiness speaking in every fragile petal silences your fleeting and long-lasting demons endowing your shadow with seductive light, tiredness with aliveness of grass, broken dreams with ubiquity of creation, fears with ineffable tranquility. This is how I love you. I will save you from the worst. I will never let you die inside no matter how cold are your days. I will fill your soul with air of metaphysical love of past eras and magic of innumerable, free-flowing joys not based on any circumstances. I will fill your thoughts with romantic myths and insatiable fantasies and old-fashioned poems. I will cover you to sleep with my dragonfly soul no matter how cold life could be.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Flowers saved his heart
IS THIS WORLD CHANGE, OR CONTINUE TO SOME AGE… WHO CARES The Earth is big enough for carrying us, But no one here for caring us. Everyone stabs on everyone’s back, Peace and love what every being lacks. What that costs, was morals and ethics are lost. Here ,relationships are just for name sake, Belief and trust all are fake. Friends are used, Then abused. Just for achieving, Are you going to live in this world just for receiving, And not giving??? No one dares, To share their emotions, As this fake world laughs and giggles on their notion. In Every motion. Every one thinks of their gain, Not thinking of others pain. Backbiting and back chatting is what we are doing Throughout our life, Has become an indispensable part for ours to survive. Help them oh! God, To open their eyes Or else time will show its disastrous styles... Shake your hands forgetting all evils and bads, And withstand the ladder of life. Then neither will cry nor fight, for their rights. “LIVE AND LET LIVE” is the golden rule to follow, Make this your goal, Till you leave your body and become a great soul. Make this world as it was, With no over-population, And pollution All that it has…
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Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
who cares!
Four candles slowly burned The ambiance was so soft,one could almost hear them talking........ The first candle said: “I am peace" "The world is full of anger and fighting. Nobody can keep me" Then the flame of peace went out completely The second candle said: "I am faith" "I am no longer indispensable. It doesn't make sense that I stay another moment" Just then a breeze softly blew faith's flame. Sadly the third candle began to speak: "I am love" "People don't understand my importance so they simply put me aside. They even forget to love those who are nearest to them" And waiting no longer love flame went out. Suddenly........ a child entered the room and saw the three unlit candles. "Why aren't you burning? You're supposed to stay lit till the end" Saying this the child began to cry. Then the fourth candle answered "Don't be afraid, I am hope" "While I am still burning we can re light the other candle" With shining eyes the child took the candle of hope and lit the other candles. The greatest of these is love...... but the flame of hope should never go out of your life! With hope each of us can live with peace,faith, and love.
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
The four candles
Fear Of Missing Out This is the phobia many of the readers are plagued by. I came to know about it just recently through an article published in the newspaper. Many people these days think that if they don't have a "Facebook", "Twitter", "G+" or any other social website account, or if their mobile doesn't have "Whatsapp" or any other so-called "social application" in "a smartphone" then they think that they are missing out on worldly affairs and start taming a phobia, dubbed F.O.M.O. by psychologists around the globe. I am disillusioned by the need of an indispensable online society where people all behave in a virtual manner and project themselves to be the best.
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
F.O.M.O. - An Important Article
Me. I am much privileged in my own life. I am the only born child of my parents. I am loved by my parents and by my lover. I am adored by my lover who feels truly for me. Parents. Their dear love is one among some of my privileges. They could provide me with a lavish brought-up. They now tolerate my being in love with her. They know deep inside that she's the one. Her. She is the best gift in this moorland life of mine. She got my mind's inner eye transfixed at herself. She is a cute person who loves me as if she is loony. She makes my life so beautiful and so is her beauty. She definitely is a privilege to me but doesn't get it. She surely puts up a surly face to my being busy. She playfully ignores this fact and pulls my leg. Together. All of the entities are equally indispensable in my life. All in the ascending order of priority I have told about. All but yes, she often teases me with her cutest tantrums. All of it I will never mind any of these mood swings of her. Because. My parents also bore mine when I was a kid. My demands were all met just about anyhow. My responsibility will grow after we get married. My children-our children will also have their needs.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Privileges
Be yourself Be yourself You are stay-in-the-line Be yourself Be yourself You are achieve-in-school Be yourself Be yourself You are parrot-the-teacher You’re an individual, so I know that you can do as well as them, because you’re unique You can be just like them just as good as them Be yourself Be yourself You are buy-these-too Be yourself Be yourself You are create-your-self Be yourself Be yourself You are mimicking-the-6-foot-model You’re one of a million, so how about you pick one of these six lipgloss flavours, because it’s you You can pick one of these support the institution with your you-ness Be yourself Be yourself You are corporate-climber Be yourself Be yourself You are defining-your-strengths Be yourself Be yourself You are do-it-for-the-raise You’re indispensable to this project, you as you as you as a subordinate because you’re important you can get where you want in life if you smash a few heads as you climb
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 8:44 AM UTC
"Individuality"
What are the truly indispensable things of Life? Those meaningful, forever things, Those enriching, soul sustaining, can’t live without, nonmaterial things? Those can’t reach out and touch them things? The one’s that keep one breath following another? Those things that foster the founding of religions, Those that cause poets and writers to put pen to paper? Of which most songs and music celebrate? Those things that have forever inspired questions, Without clear answers. Those all so elusive concepts that only we humans pursue, As essential to us as sunshine, air, water and food. Those things that all humans spend a life time in search of? And far too many never find. Those things that cannot be bought, with worldly riches at any price? These “things” I refer to center on matters of the heart, and one's own brain, These are the powerful, abiding gifts of self love, And the bestowing of true love unto others, And being the recipient of their love in return. For without these indispensable precious things, Though we possess everything else there is,   We remain a mere, empty vessel for want of filling.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Precious Things
For all we have to loose and that we have to gain. What more can I choose, than that of which we have already... Indispensable they are? Copyright ©2008 Fisayo Abimbola Alo
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Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 3:39 PM UTC
(Multiverse)
The infinity of love which bonded hearts; Now it just remains a lament truth; Destiny always played the typical game of fortune; And the path changed for the infinite lovers; The infinity of love which bonded souls; Now it just resides at an imaginary platform; Confined to many terms and conditions; And love now exists in a platonic form; The infinity of love which bonded creatures; Now it just remains a virtual image; Reality shattered its approach; and virtual approach took up the command; The infinity of love which bonded two lives; Now it just remains as memories; As an essential component of life; And an indispensable truth to survive within; And the infinity of love which bonded feelings; Now it just binds memories for long!!
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Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
Infinity
In architecture the fourth pillar is so often considered the most important entity in supporting the ceilings, roofs & all such structures. I thought a lot about my life and found out the four pillars in my life are so close and so very crucial to my life, each of them indispensable to my life. First is my own learning; As everything I've learnt comes to my aid in whichever fields of life that I venture to. Second is my father's teaching; As everything I've learnt comes ultimately through his teachings and demonstrations.. Third is my mother's pampering; As everything I've learnt comes polished through her directions and suggestions... Fourth is my lover's loving: As everything I've learnt comes to her meaningful teaching or pampering.... Oh dear you complete the structure of my life as you are the crucial fourth pillar in my life.....
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
The Fourth Pillar In My Life
) ~ ( ~ It comes anytime, like a blowing breeze, tenderly caressing, but.....invading; it creeps in, and softens the toughened, this breeze of fragility makes ****** tissues indispensable. some days, a *playful little girl steers a paper boat on a big basin of water,* plays with dogs...watching spiders weaving webs, perching birds and butterflies, pretending they are dwarf friends...while munching a red, crisp apple, like snow white.....playful, sleepy, and.....forgiving. on an undaunted mood, wonder woman determinedly crosses her gauntlet-wrapped forearms...to protect loved ones and in so doing, makes possible the impossible, come hell or high water some days, a blend of all three occurs, but, the child and the brave, try to rule over the fragile...me, every day.....is an adventure... Sally ©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan August 26, 2020
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Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC
A Blowing Breeze
If I were a color I would be red. Not a pointless, dull, fierce red. But a loving, passionate, triumphant red. I would show my color through sweet strawberries, juicy pomegranates and fresh cherries. I would de the color of love that could demolish hearts and **** the soul. Or revive the spirit and have a romantic time. I would be an indispensable color. Without it, life would be boring. I am red, and proud of it.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
Poem
I can live without him He is not indispensable I can love despite him He is not inevitable But it isn't new It was my routine I have lived without him Smiled without him Only I didn't feel alone then Now I want to live with him He is irresistible I want to love only him It is irrevocable I want to smile and cry when he is reachable I can move on, yes He is replaceable But this is new And I'm addicted My muse invincible
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Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 10:54 AM UTC
My muse
Sometime when you're feeling important Sometime when your ego's in bloom Sometime when you take it for granted You're the best qualified in the room Sometime when you feel that your going Would leave an unfillable hole Just follow these simple instructions And see how they humble your soul Take a bucket and fill it with water Put your hand in it, up to the wrist Pull it out and the hole that's remaining Is a measure of how you'll be missed You can splash all you want when you enter You can stir up the water galore But stop and you find that in no time It looks quite the same as before The moral of this quaint example Is to just do the best you can Be proud of yourself but remember There is no indispensable man ©The Bible Friend
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
No Indispensable Person
Indispensable thou art to mine skeleton's well being, O' Jane doth thou even knoweth thou art mine everything; promise do I Earl, mine pearl of the China divided briny; I seeith thee afar, yet thou art so close, into mine spirit thine ardor is shining. I'm high on thine ***** wilderness, I loveth thine wild untamed way's; thou art undomesticated, not caged, not the average "norm", thou art mine mate, mine consort, not just some woman- THOU ART WORTHY lass, not humankind's slave. O' the day, O' the day, is so much more beautiful, knowing thy loyalty is here to stayeth!!!! ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedication- Filipino rose
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Throwaway le fir , Ark Naofa dom ( Throwaway to men, holy ark to me) old irish tongue
He is a strong and mysterious  phenomenon possessing a magnetism captivated in awe Alluring and indispensable I wavered in irrestible charm His touch is like a sensual dream much too rare to be a reality his primal way made it impossible to restrain and I found myself howling at the moon beckoning to ode to wolf His voice just like a whisper ears keen to the sound I'm falling yet never hitting the ground I was held prisoner within his gaze I watched his lips mind lost in haze Eager to be freed from his intensity my body strained from the immensity I fell victim under his spell I could barely breath inhale...exhale... He grinned as he sensed infallible frailty A merciful beast he walked away and I transformed to suit my need and continued on howling Consumed and unleashed
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
The Wolf
Did you happen to notice That last year Santa's sleigh Was missing an important Figure, by the way? Let's see: Comet and ***** Along with Cupid and Prancer Were there, and so were Donner, Dasher, Blitzen, and Dancer. Which reindeer was missing? Rudolph? Ah, you guessed it. The news was out there, but The media had suppressed it. (Because of frequent fog, Santa was being sensible In counting on dear Rudolph, Who had become indispensable.) It all started like this: On the morning of Christmas Eve, Rudolph was tired from having Been on the qui vive For sneaky present robbers All the previous night. By noon, poor ol' Rudolph Looked a sorry sight. To perk himself up a bit-- The "where" is still unclear-- He dipped into a little Too much Christmas "cheer." Now I don't know about you, But Rudolph's nose would flicker Whenever he drank wine Or any other liquor. When the team of reindeer Lined up, Santa could tell That sleigh-guiding Rudolph Wasn't doing so well. Needless to say, Santa Really got a whiff When he approached his friend And took a little sniff. "I can tell, dear Rudolph, That you've been making merry. Did you turn your eggnog Into a Tom and Jerry?" "I think--hiccup!--a little," Said Rudolph with a blush. "Go to bed," said Santa. "We are in a rush." That night Santa was forced-- Although he felt remorseful-- To use toys with lights To guide him. How resourceful! So last year if the batteries To your toys were run down, Causing disappointment And many a tear and frown, Don't feel so sad. They went to a good cause: They helped to distribute Gifts from Santa Claus. Regarding this year, I Don't want to keep you guessin': Rudolph's back in service. I think he learned his lesson. But some say Santa's considering-- Despite objections and moans-- Future gift deliveries With the use of Amazon's drones. - by Bob B
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
Rudolph Was What?
Did you happen to notice That last year Santa's sleigh Was missing an important Figure, by the way? Let's see: Comet and ***** Along with Cupid and Prancer Were there, and so were Donner, Dasher, Blitzen, and Dancer. Which reindeer was missing? Rudolph? Ah, you guessed it. The news was out there, but The media had suppressed it. (Because of frequent fog, Santa was being sensible In counting on dear Rudolph, Who had become indispensable.) It all started like this: On the morning of Christmas Eve, Rudolph was tired from having Been on the qui vive For sneaky present robbers All the previous night. By noon, poor ol' Rudolph Looked a sorry sight. To perk himself up a bit-- The "where" is still unclear-- He dipped into a little Too much Christmas "cheer." Now I don't know about you, But Rudolph's nose would flicker Whenever he drank wine Or any other liquor. When the team of reindeer Lined up, Santa could tell That sleigh-guiding Rudolph Wasn't doing so well. Needless to say, Santa Really got a whiff When he approached his friend And took a little sniff. "I can tell, dear Rudolph, That you've been making merry. Did you turn your eggnog Into a Tom and Jerry?" "I think--hiccup!--a little," Said Rudolph with a blush. "Go to bed," said Santa. "We are in a rush." That night Santa was forced-- Although he felt remorseful-- To use toys with lights To guide him. How resourceful! So last year if the batteries To your toys were run down, Causing disappointment And many a tear and frown, Don't feel so sad. They went to a good cause: They helped to distribute Gifts from Santa Claus. Regarding this year, I Don't want to keep you guessin': Rudolph's back in service. I think he learned his lesson. But some say Santa's considering-- Despite objections and moans-- Future gift deliveries With the use of Amazon's drones. - by Bob B
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The ivory of the egotistical lily, The morning hymn of the pious jenny, The dazzling ebony African beauty, The sweet spice that seasons my honey, Rain thy glaring love once again Upon my careless dispirited pride, As I rain these tender tears Upon this stagnant dry land, I have tasted thy venial venom With seasonal ache and repentance, Now, purge my narrow breath of life From this wicked roaring hunter Who fire’s at my forlorn nights, Do not preserve this deficit of mine For our innocent image, Lest the gods of the City of the Dead Keep close to our naked hut, Calibrate my disobedience with thy soft wind, And let not thy fierce storm approach, Resurrect my muscles from the grave And cover my bones with the flesh of thy kisses, Open thy wonderful cataract to stream From thy tongue into my barren bones, And seal my cockcrow and thy twilight In the clouds of thy slender cotton wool, Come, oh my dear Kabutuwaa, Come and visit my farm this bedtime And let us **** the blazing stars mutually, Set free the promising arrow of my daylight And the pretty bow of thy nightfall Via the thick murkiness of this gulf, Allow me to crawl up thy tree of life And taste of its couple peach anew, For my craving lips longs for thy Indispensable eternal ****** © PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI Email: [email protected]
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
MY CRAVING LIPS
You are beautiful in every imaginable way. It is not your outer appearance, I speak on. If two people can love everything in themselves and each other ideologies, intelligence, personalities and talents combined resulting in your exisistence You are unique and indispensable! There is enough ugliness in the world of now. Remember to be considerate and generous to one another. Beauty does not have a face. A loving heart, and compassionate mind. All parts of myself, are grateful to be included in yours!
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Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 3:23 PM UTC
Beauty.🥰🥰🥰
You know how I work You know the amount of work I put in Every hour, every day Every week, every month It would be the easiest thing in the world To slack off, for a change Or work at a snail's pace After all, I've worked with you For a long, long time Therefore, it would be easy for me to think That I am indispensable Or that I can take you for granted But if I do that Then I wouldn't be Ashwin So, coming back to the point You know I am overworked In fact, we all are You have even acknowledged it At some point or the other And are trying to set things right By adding more people to the team However, for some reason Things have always ended up going south At the eleventh hour While I do appreciate your endeavours What I would really like Is for you to appreciate our efforts On a regular basis And try as far as possible To ensure some balance in the workload So that we don't end up biting more than we can chew After all, a few people have recently left You don't want to add to that number, do you? So, please think twice Before assigning any new mandates Especially to someone who hasn't fully recovered from COVID yet
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Sep 2, 2022
Sep 2, 2022 at 12:42 PM UTC
Poem on Workload Management
I am because you are We're connected to one another There's no me without you and vices versa We should forget about the diversity that split But we should embrace love that unite The black color does not represent evil and the white doesn't mean purity Love is beyond our skin color And it supersedes our beliefs and religion We're from the same source And we are unique in our own ways No one is indispensable and that's why need each other Let's look out for one another
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:18 AM UTC
I Am Because You Are
Do you remember that date, It was 27 April the year '13, And it was really very late. We had a communication-gap cropped-up, An unavoidable communication-gap it was, Some misunderstandings had cropped-up. Though both had our respective liabilities, I had been overtly angry much to your fears, I'm still sorry for what I said had brought tears. I had lamely prophesized in anger, When we had a no-fun word-war, I had said very dramatically, That you'll be married, Exactly 7 years, 7 months & 7 days later. Even you yourself were upset at that time, And we didn't talk for many days. You felt cheated & even I felt scandalized. We knew that this tiff will have to end one day, So we sub-consciously thought we'd test ourselves. Maybe we knew that it'll end someday if not that day. Because we are like our favourites Tom & Jerry, Fighting very seriously but loving all the way along, So probably that too is an indispensable part of love! We have laughed it over and left that tiff back, But hey that prophecy must come true! Not at all like that you should worry about it, About having to marry somebody else, It will be me only who marries you!
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Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 7:31 AM UTC
An Angry But Romantic Prophecy
It's a space within a space, where all are transparent...i am myself. On two layers of shelves on a wall, a dictionary and a thesaurus, share space with what seems like an heirloom of books, old and new: Gibran, Dylan Thomas, Dickinson, Bronte, P. B. Shelley, Jane Eyre, Hosseini, few Ludlum oldies, etc... Here, a blending of the tangible and the intangible is present, like habits and thoughts that don't, and can't die, stuffs that've endured the years: old unposted poems with scribbled notes, faded photos in sepia...faded jeans; a bed that awaits fatigued body and mind on toxic days, and becomes a desk to write on...when needed. It's not as though nothing's awry, imperfections are seen by the eyes, some details may not be precise in this accepted clutter of daily goings- on...of feelings...of some undoings that interrupt and are mingling with enigmas flashing up the ceiling; lost shoe-laces wander, and go hiding among indispensable habits and things, kept...retained, like a hanging purse, grabbed, when a sudden trip occurs. It's hot and cold in this ***** place, it's cozy, my neatly-cluttered space. sally b Rosalia Rosrio A. Bayan March 24, 2022
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Mar 24, 2022
Mar 24, 2022 at 7:27 AM UTC
Space