Recently I have been reading this book called The 50th Law of Power by 50 Cent ‘the rapper’ and Robert Greene, a classic author. It talks about fear and rising above it.
Fear the Fear Itself
Category: writing
Cactus
Poem: Cactus
Author: Shiv Kumar Batalwi
Translation: Punjabi to English by S. Soze
The poem talks about the pangs of love, separation and the feelings of a soul that goes untouched by the flower of love and affection.
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Numb!
Dead eyes give away,
I’m a man without
a perspective.
That’s
the worst kind.
I have grown,
And I am not
anymore me !
But here I am
Synchronised imperfectly
In this perfect harmony
Or so it may seem.
Behind snow capped peak
Is the light
I seek and I am
Not me.
Life’s Race
IF YOU DESIRE TO RACE
THEN RACE AGAINST TIME
OR WITH THE PAST YOU
RACE IN TO THE FUTURE
RACE AGAINST THE GUSTS,
WAVES & OCEAN’S THRUSTS
RACE AGAINST THE NIGHT,
THE DYING OF THE LIGHT
CHASE THE CRIMSON SUNSETS
RACE TO THE MOUNTAINS
AND THE END OF NOWHERE
RACE AGAINST THE SUN’S RAYS
IF AT ALL YOU WISH TO RACE
OR MOVE AT YOUR OWN PACE
GIVE UP THE RUN & CHASE
STILL YET, YOU SHALL FACE
GUSTS, LIGHT & SUN’S RAYS
SPACE WILL CHANGE SLOWLY
TIME WILL DILATE, COALESCE
LET NIGHT LEAD TO LIGHT
PAIN WILL TEACH YOU FIGHT
MOUNTAINS SHALL BEND
THE OCEAN WILL TEND
COLD WAVES UNTO YOUR FEET
IF TIRED & MUST YOU WAIT
ON THIS ROAD, START ANYTIME
IT WILL NEVER BE TOO LATE!
The Cosmos
I am a little whirlpool,
in a violent stream
Choked on my own
silent screams.
Moving through the crowd,
forlorn, for desires
I barter my dreams
My eyes ragged,
And so, is my jeans
So I Masquerade in
shady themes
I am a dark wave
shooting space.
So anachronistic in
These times extreme
Riding light through
space & time.
My soul is splitting
right at the seam.
Ramblings 1
I have been buzzing with questions
So silent and so Impatient
So loud and so volatile
I have yet much to decide
The paths that set me free
And the holes to the void
After all we will die
Leave immortality behind
And the dreams you dreamt
Time sweeps them aside..
The Wave of Discomfort
A serious phase is dawning on me
As I am being swept by this torrent
My mind is a little further from me
As I am fighting this current
The ones I love are drifting away
When they are gone,
I’ll lose my way
If not me, then who
Is controlling my fate
Who within me,
Is spreading this hate?
So long I surfed this wave
Now a new path I shall pave
For it is time to collect the bill
For everything I ever gave.
Unravelling Myself
I am unravelling myself
In Between events
Intercepting time and space
Unaware of my own
I am revealing myself
To myself in a mirror
And I find the reflection
Mystical in myriad ways
I am unknown
While I am knowing
That understanding
Is layered in time
In between events
Of absolutely
No importance!
~ sahar
A Little Poem
“The bird that flew the highest
Captured my glance
I spotted it amongst the clouds
By a mere chance
She drifted in the skies like clouds
Almost in a dance
I watched her disappear far away
And stood in a trance.”
– sahar
The Good Old Days.
When I grew up,
Things were simple.
Shining eyes and
We all had a dimple.
We were so many,
Almost like a jingle.
When we talked,
Our eyes twinkled.
Whispers of Immortality 