POETRY
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When the mind is evoked, imagination takes its turn. Poems are an appealing way to express thoughts. The use of this incredible weapon is to reach the hearts of the people. And that is how this all began. A journey that's going to be heterogeneous.
POETRY
1y ago
Teaching is an art
A skill that grows with experience
Acquiring too is an art
To teach is to first acquire
And to acquire is to be taught well
To be taught by experience
To be taught with audile dominance
To be taught by viewing
and if not to be learnt
That its a need to re learn the art of teaching
To be taught isn't easy
Pedagogy is what we think is the ladder
But many a times its just a reminder
That nature is the best teacher
Learning without force, is it possible?
How did you and I learn?
didn't we all lear ..read more
POETRY
1y ago
The blazing yellow of the sun
The wholesome shade of black
In the little miraculous frame
The pretty little you.
Resting only to acquire nectarines
A beauty to be admired from a distance.
Not different for humans
you too snooze to retain your memories
You never harm the delicate flowers
The pleasing beauties that welcome you
Yet to mankind at times a sign of subtle terror
Your buzz makes us look for shelter
Your engineering is far beyond imagination
In the feeble size great fascination
With all t ..read more
POETRY
1y ago
The fluttering colorful bird am I
Not just poems but my heart I give
My nostalgia is all over you
My minutes are prolonged by your absence
My colors are slowly fading
I am looking forward for your arrival
Rescue me before I fade away.
Adeline Barbara Dvaz  ..read more
POETRY
1y ago
Your revolting gaze
Wins my smile.
You subtle smile
Steals my beseeching mind.
You sculpted mustache
Anchors my clingy heart
You've made it hard for me to move on
With your easy going personality.
My thoughts swindle in your curly hair locks
Longing for the firm holding grip
Conflicting to escape yet stay.
-Adeline Barbara Dvaz  ..read more
POETRY
1y ago
Life is a crucial race
A test for the strong and a trial for the weak
To withstand and yield more
To fall back and start all over again.
A mighty bear once lived,
alongside the river.
Just before the mighty river
it stood humbling with its will.
Though the fear kept him alive
it was not something he can forget
He had to succumb his fear and face the fiery chute
hunt a living and grow stronger ..read more
POETRY
1y ago
Sunken down, pain that isn't really felt
A feeling that crams down all happiness
Regret alone dominates
Killing the mind slowly
Faces smiling in the front
Devising evil at the back
Waiting to be trapped
Sometimes angels disguise as evil
Bloodcurdling occurrences churn up strife
Wanting revenge from the evil one
And forgiveness from the other  ..read more
POETRY
1y ago
A human being also known as a social animal. Bonds are something that humans nourish. Days are fun filled with humor, compassion for different causes, a shoulder to hold on and guide, a firm hand to encourage in different times, the crazy excitement for sweet nothings and so on we could go. Being a social animal none can deny that having company makes them feel bad. And even if there is unpleasantness it still provides the mental activity of being occupied.
Strange things happen when strangers get acquainted
A state of 'I know of you '
There could be a fascination or admirat ..read more
POETRY
1y ago
Love isn't the same on every eye
It isn't different either
It's substantially present all around
But visible only to the eyes of the beholder
A mother dog cares equivalent to that of a human mother
Her sacrifices are heartfelt
Her dedication is wholesome
Her agony when they aren't in her sight are anguishing
As humans we forget to see the reality of the love and bond among them
So is the most horrifying crime of giving away litter before they are weaned
Hours pass being relieved from the frisky fur balls
But the ..read more
POETRY
2y ago
A leader is needed
be it good or bad.
Like a head to the body
An engine to all the boogies.
A leader isn't a man of perfection
Its just a superficial image created in the minds of many.
Few who are in favor of the created image
and few of those who rebel against the same fictious depiction.
The tragedy lies here, when
not all feel the same about the same person,
perspectives and experiences differ
and so does the portrayed profile.
The riot of choosing the perfect façade of the unknown
seems to have blinded the normal m ..read more
POETRY
2y ago
Childhood is something that isn't much that any individual lived as in the moment. Anticipations overwhelm the child to be an adult and an adult falls a prey to relook to his childhood and miss it bad.
The good old days
The hours when time was sufficient
Moments spent in tiny activities
The pleasure of sharpening pencils endlessly
Carving out the lead as sharp shears with blades
The endless scrutiny of getting our pens refilled
shades of blue on hands, hair and clothes
The daily routine checks at school
Shining of shoes with the socks ..read more