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isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your endurance, of
how much you really want to do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with fire.

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A beautiful poem by Safdar Hashmi - Learn what books think and store for us

books Poetry Safdar Hashmi Hindi

tum ho? ya sirf mai hu ya mai jo kahun… MUJH ME HO TUM

Poetry Sid rightbrain

Which dream is this, that is unfolding
Whose blood is that boiling
Whose breath is that full of fire
Whose steps are faltering but holding
Words that are smouldering
Heart beat that is emboldening
Whose steps sound like an army marching
Who is this awaken

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You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.

poetry poem life

I have my own shop now
Sell happiness from Juneau to Japan
If you don’t have credit cards, even debit cards will do
I also take post dated checks
Even a friendly hug will do

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One door I leave untouched
some doors even love can’t open

I wonder if you will notice
one missing picture from so many
I take the skeletons out of your cupboard
lock the door behind me
and throw the keys as I walk away

poetry poem love life

A mans life must be measured
only on his passing
Consider me dead
don’t hold me a wake
judge my deeds
find me guilty and exile me
let the memory be a grain of sand
in the eyes of the travelers
who came so far
to curse me at my grave

poetry poem absence

Poet Laureate Billy Collins reads his work

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In the bookstore, I inhale deep.
A high. Perhaps from glue. Or
from this new memory of you.

I leave without buying. I have
buried my face in a few books.
For tonight, this smell of paper
will have to do.

Poetry love poem nehavish longing

We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, "I need to see what's on the other side; I know there'

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Prasoon's evocative & introspective poem, written after the mumbai terror attacks

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The little one’s eyes are squeezed shut.
In concentration, she prays.
Her mother looks at her with amusement
and love. What do you want kannamma?
To do well in the Maths test tomorrow?

The little one shakes her head. Her gold
earrings vehemently disagree

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My memory is like a sieve..
The things I forget, you wouldn't believe.
Things like where I put the keys;
What I'm doing with this handful of cheese;
What was the name of that young girl
Whom I met at the party that was such a whirl?

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Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, 5
Strong and content, I travel the open road.

The earth—that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any near

Poetry poem whitman

Poetry poems epitaph

"Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never
saw before.
Say "please" before you open the latch,
go through,
walk down the path."

Do read the rest. It's beautiful. And oh, so true.

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One of my new favourites:

jaane kya chahe mann bawra (2)
akhiyan mere saawan chala (2)
jaane kya chahe mann bawra (2)
akhiyan mere saawan chala (2)

saghan achal sara bor hove
sajan ansuan mein kya zor hove
saghan achal sara bor hove
sajan ansuan mein ky

lyrics Poetry Hindi

Let us just keep things this way
And not forward move nor backward go
Let every day be just like this day
A restless peace, and no one to know.

Let us wander on a path that’s winding
No signpost at bridge and bend
Never seeking and so never finding
That

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