If maths runs the earth, I prefer living on Mars; The teacher’s pen destroys my paper, with nasty sad scars Ratios and proportion, what ’bout my concentration?’ sets and integers, Bring confusion and tears, A quadratic equation, brings easy frustration, A linear equation? I’m all in desperation! I’ve heard there’s life on Mars, And if…
Through the clear glass panel in front, splashed with stray raindrops now and then wiped carelessly away by arms of rubber, I can see … The long, black path before me. Black, tar-coated and hot is the road -a future … a glance into an equally clear rear-view mirror gives me a picture in the…
She was alone at home (In New city) feeling loneliness, Scared And in tension how She will face her first day in office Out of sudden Her cell rang and a familiar voice was there He told her what to do How to behave How to remain motivated AND EVERYTHING And again a call vanish…
I heard someone calling my name one day, My imagination or really I can not say. It was the voice of a painful soul, The voice was from far, and old. It was wispy and husky, Like was somebody, From the past. Somebody from the dead anon. The voice did hypnotize. For I followed it…
When at late nights I go in blanket I don’t know why my heart remember her unknowingly I don’t make any additional efforts to remember her It comes automatically And then I open my mobile for reading some of memorable screenshot of our chats On reading 2 to 3 slides I feel some of tears…
My brother’s mad on motorcars. Although, if you happened to ask him about the steering. He’d probably reply its a handlebar. It happened like this one fine day. We were at his friend’s house to play. His friend called us to the garage and showed us the Punk, His daddy’s latest piece of junk…
I saw him sitting on the dusty footpath one day As he tried to shelter his brown body from the scorching sun ofMay, He was dressed in dirty rags, torn here and there As each passer-by went, he would only mournfully stare His brows were shaggy, his hair was greyish white With his little bowl…
The sky, astoundingly beautiful the colors, orange, yellow, they pass before your eyes, white, blue, the birds flap their elegant wings, the wind is blowing gently, the sun shines brightly, the sky is at peace. As the world wakes up to another day, the sky keeps still, like the breath of death, the clouds flow…
A forest bathed in gold, Heavy branches of the earth, The last flock is going away, The tired leaves are falling down. Our southern sun is smiling, The white “Thracian wind is running And the amber wheat grain is shining In the hands of a good friend…. Oh, How beautiful the earth is today And…
While I was busy in handling the chaos of my unbalanced life, Destiny greeted me with a matured soul for whom I’d strive. I could see myself drowning in the useless ocean getting wasted, But my placid heart was dying already to get tested. I still remember the first touch of his divine lips. Surreal,…
Shelja Alawadhi
Prince
Vaidehi Parve
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