• Life’s Race

    September 25, 2019
    creation, Dichotomy, dreams, experience, expressions, Language, life, love, music, nature, ode, pen, Photograph, poems, poetry, poetry for soul, shiva, stream, Uncategorized, Weather, Wild, words, writing

    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!

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  • Soulspeak

    August 9, 2019
    dreams, experience, expressions, Language, life, promises

    In life you are measured by the promises you keep and the dreams you make true, and not for the promises which you forgot and the dreams you gave up on.

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  • The Cosmos

    August 3, 2019
    Animals, creation, dreams, experience, expressions, friendship, Language, life, Long poem, love, music, nature, new year, ode, pen, Photograph, poems, poetry, poetry for soul, Rap, shiva, stream, Superstition, Truth, Uncategorized, Weather, Wild, words, writing

    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.

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  • Ramblings 1

    August 1, 2019
    Animals, dreams, experience, expressions, friendship, Language, life, Long poem, love, music, nature, new year, ode, Photograph, poems, poetry, Truth, Uncategorized, words, writing

    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..

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  • My Dreams

    July 29, 2019
    poetry

    Oh!, How I dream?

    About dreams lost,

    About my past,

    Of ccompassions,

    Of passions,

    Of emotions rushed,

    Of desired hushed,

    and I have dreamt.

    Of rough mountains,

    Of tender oceans ,

    Of rocky moonlight,

    Of blazing lights,

    And bewildering sights

    Oh, how I dream!

    About her eyes

    I dream of lies

    That I tell myself

    When I wake up

    That it is reality!

    And I am living

    Only in a dream.

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  • Life Now!

    July 29, 2019
    expressions, Language, life, love, music, pen, poems

    Life is burning bright,

    A moment at a time.

    Leaving behind, only

    Dark ashes and a shining.

    So, quit whining!

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  • The Wave of Discomfort

    July 27, 2019
    experience, expressions, Language, life, love, music, nature, ode, poems, poetry, Truth, Uncategorized, Weather, words, writing

    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.

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  • Unravelling Myself

    July 25, 2019
    Animals, experience, expressions, friendship, Language, life, love, music, nature, new year, poems, poetry, Truth, Uncategorized, words, writing
    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

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  • How to live

    July 8, 2019
    poetry

    Stray off, wander away.

    In the safety of risks, make your way.
    Do not follow blindly
    Always, keep questioning silently
    Keep alive the child inside

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  • A Little Poem

    July 8, 2019
    experience, expressions, Language, life, love, nature, pen, poetry, Truth, words, writing
    “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

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