Freedom at Last


The thunder roars

the lightning strikes

high hopes soars

to the  seven skies.

 

It pours down blood

a rebellion is in the bud .

The people’s stood up as one

the uprising has begun.

 

Under the cover of the night

guided by flickering fire torch lights

they gather for a fierce fight

to regain  their confiscated rights .

Fed up with living in obscurity

They let out a cry for dignity;

they ‘re Thirsty for freedom

they’re ready for martyrdom.

 

 

full of rage , full of pride

they march side by side

they take long sure strides

cos  in victory they confide.

 

 

 

 

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Timeless Verses


Emily Dickinson

( 1830-1886 Mass, US)

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Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.


Blackout


with quick, cautious steps
I walked  among the crowd.
with a bated breath
I saw strange , distorted faces
pass by pitilessly.

Lost , confused
on the brink of panic
I moved on even quicker
amidst a disturbing chaos
and a deafening cacophony.

an adrenalin onrush ; a racing heart
a spinning head and droplets of sweat
brought my steps to a halt

dark thoughts  swarmed   fast
my dazzled eyes  shut

silence at last …….
total blackout.

The Woolgatherer


Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 9The Perfect Poet Award

http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/thursday-poets-rally-week-9-the-perfect-  poet-award/

When I have the blues

When  darkness falls

I  love   to stay alone

In my world of fantasy

My  abode of  ecstasy.


I love   to stay alone

Digging in my inner-self

Rummaging  my  feelings and  thoughts

Pondering my deeds  and faults.


I love    to stay alone

Fantasizing, Daydreaming.

Building  castles in the air

Castles Born of hope or  despair.


I love    to stay alone

drawing    rosy prospects

and dreams so sweet

on    bleak-looking   sheets.


I love    to stay alone

Reading Ancient myths

and tales of woe,

Reading  don Quixote

Fighting an  Invisible  foe.



I love    to stay alone

Writing about my inner self

About my feelings and thoughts.

Writing about my fantasies and dreams

About  my castles built in the air

Castles born of hope or  despair .

Writing about my personal woes

About my  fears and invisible foes .

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For nomination, my vote goes to a blogger  whose poetry I  highly appreciate

Trisha

http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2010/03/11/week-8-perfect-poet-award/

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