HUNGER

Shrunken face with dead-like skin,Wailing eyes, but to others, invisible,Chapped lips, sucked out of life,Burning bones, pale and visible.Carved out neck but not elegant,No beauty in stance, breathing corpse,Flesh-ridden body, so pain-stricken,With acute hunger, he warps.Dismantled dignity, he begged for alms,Broken faiths but holding to life,Fighting the last shreds of moments he has,Life or death,… Continue reading HUNGER

“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!” | John Keats

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!

Top 5 Dramatic/Narrative Poetry of all the time

Poetry is the best art form that ever existed. Poetry isn't restricted or subjected to follow any rule. However, it can be put into some niche based on its creation. Today, we would like to share with you, The Best 5 dramatic/Narrative poetry. Before we begin let us understand what dramatic poetry is? Dramatic poetry encompasses… Continue reading Top 5 Dramatic/Narrative Poetry of all the time

Caged Bird | Poem | Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.

Poetry | Less Human than Human

We have always been less human than human, In the glare of pathetic greed, we are leading, Like never before, or like every Single time. There isn’t any sign of togetherness, Good deeds, a better past, or our glory, If there is, it’s rare, so we share. Shamelessly.

The beauty of Life

These mountains, a solid architecture,a life with the green canvas, all over it,like a bold green flesh, raised by the sun,the summers, winters and spring passing,it stays still, never complaining, about anything. In summers, Sun melts him, like fire vomiting dragon,his little trees and plants die due to illness,lack of water causes death to beloved… Continue reading The beauty of Life

A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats

John Keats(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to… Continue reading A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats