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score: 9.30162

average: 10.0

on: Jul 18, 2014
ratings: 2

tags: poem
language: en

=== Love dream !!! ===
It’s raining today, the fire is on.
I wish I had a hand to lead me on.
But all I have, it is still a dream,
Still lying behind a diaphanous screen.

Can you please, please come and lift the veil,
Let me see the true colors, let me feel magic spell,
For when I will find you, I know we’ll aglow.
That magic can happen, we will both feel it, we will both know.

So, here, somewhere, not far away from you,
I dream about the day that you will get through.
And two souls will connect, two minds will inflame,
Two bodies will burn in passion and they both will feel the same.
 
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score: 9.59768

average: 10.0

on: Jul 18, 2014
ratings: 8

language: en

╔═════════════ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ════════════╗
§ alaм Цкнщaн Fїllaн
¸•´` '*•¸. Mу Dєaя Бєaцтїfцl Palё$тїпє.¸•´`'*•¸
╚═════════════ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ════════════╝



To my dead brothers in Syria,

Tto my crying Mothers in Afghanistan,

To my screaming sisters in Iraq,

To my shot fathers in Iran,

To my impaled aunts in Pakistan,

To my beaten uncles in Chechya,

To my hanged cousins in Burma,

To my tortured grandparents Bosnia,

To my crying children of Palestine

And the forgotten people of Somalia.

Give them some smile Ya Rabb..they`re too exhausted


May ALLAH grant you Justice and Jannah

๑๑۩۩๑●●●●๑۩۩๑ Дмёєи ๑۩۩๑●●●●๑۩۩๑

 
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score: 9.68632

average: 10.0

on: Jul 17, 2014
ratings: 12

tags: ***
language: en

Ever been to a graveyard ?
Ever read the different epitaphs
on different graves ?

Wonder,
If it were all same
in all of them,
The same grief
Lying reposed
All around the land.

A mother's son
A sister's brother
A lover's fiance
You could have said your prayers
At any of the graves
And quietly depart.

With such strange thoughts
I reached the two yards of land
Finally it was my time to rest.
Much before,
I could mix with the soil
Some other person
Entered my grave
Some one else's epitaph
Was engraved on my grave.

I look forward to the day
When You take back all this
All this is old,
too old !
 
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score: 9.30162

average: 10.0

on: Jul 17, 2014
ratings: 1

language: en

Never search a person whom you want...


Search a person who wants you..

Don't care for those who ignore you..

Care for those who are ignoring others for you
 
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score: 9.62422

average: 10.0

on: Jul 17, 2014
ratings: 9

tags: ***
language: en

I am always alone
whether here
or elsewhere,
My destiny
comes and stands by my side
Beckons to me softly
Lightens the load
of my loneliness.
Though I know
It has no habitation
Yet I go with it.
My longing begins to break bonds.
Then
Some cowardly sense of security
Holds me back
In this place.
A rented house.
 
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score: 9.30162

average: 10.0

on: Jul 16, 2014
ratings: 2

language: en

Not as last resort
But with sincerity to report
That I shall have one option
With known relation

Yes I have priority
With blessings from almighty
I have heavenly place
And I smilingly face

I shall love to walk
And talk
In earnest
With my best

I shall again join
With no pain
But with happy smile
And carry on meanwhile

It is lovely association
That goes in favor for relation
I am happy with all that continues
I shall weight properly for real dues
 
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score: 9.62422

average: 10.0

on: Jul 16, 2014
ratings: 9

tags: ***
language: en

I don't know why
It's only the tortured reed
that's made into a flute ?

I don't know why
It's only the broken heart
that sings, breathless and a lovely thing ?

I don't know why
It's only the sad and tortured throat
that contrives of sound, a strangely thrilling note ?

I don't know why
It's always the shattered me
that weeps, never asking why ?

I don't know why
it's always my shadow that reflects you
the enigma is, you loved me or I loved you ?

I don't know why
I fell in love with such an illusion
only if I knew, you were my own apparition.
 
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score: 9.44166

average: 9.58333

on: Jul 15, 2014
ratings: 13

tags: :
language: en

Tears of blood fall from my broken heart
I never thought we would be apart

When you held me you said "forever"
Now that you're gone I know you meant "never"

Saying you love me with that look in your eye
And that was a cold hearted lie

Your tender touch, a soft kiss
Two things about you I will miss

As I sit here thinking about you
My face is wet with tears past due

I should've cried a long time ago
But I loved you so

I know they say love is blind
But I had only you on my mind

A hurt so deep it cuts like a knife
But wounds heal and I'll go on with my life


 
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score: 9.37792

average: 10.0

on: Jul 15, 2014
ratings: 3

language: en


It is simple basic
That is backed by logic
It is individuals approach
With freedom to act as such

When person suffers
I personal life and gets no offer
For adjustment in life
It becomes trouble torn strife

Man may imagine many things
Why sun does not stop to light?
The right things are not thought
Only unstable mind is caught

Why wind does not stop blowing?
Why cruse is no drowning?
So many ill thoughts at a time
People say it happens sometimes

Our mind is small
Can not respond to distress call
With that much effectiveness
As done with peace
 
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score: 9.59768

average: 10.0

on: Jul 15, 2014
ratings: 8

tags: SHARU
language: en

........Lord Ullin's Daughter...........

A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry!
And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the ferry!''--

``Now, who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy weather?''
``O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.--

``And fast before her father's men
Three days we've fled together,
For should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather.

``His horsemen hard behind us ride;
Should they our steps discover,
Then who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have slain her lover?''--

Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,--
``I'll go, my chief--I'm ready:--
It is not for your silver bright;
But for your winsome lady:

``And by my word! the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry;
So, though the waves are raging white,
I'll row you o'er the ferry.''--

By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking;
And in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armèd men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.--

``O haste thee, haste!'' the lady cries,
``Though tempests round us gather;
I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father.''--

The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her,--
When, O! too strong for human hand,
The tempest gather'd o'er her.

And still they row'd amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing:
Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,--
His wrath was changed to wailing.

For, sore dismay'd through storm and shade,
His child he did discover:--
One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,
And one was round her lover.

``Come back! come back!'' he cried in grief
``Across this stormy water:
And I'll forgive your Highland chief,
My daughter!--O my daughter!''

'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore,
Return or aid preventing:
The waters wild went o'er his child,
And he was left lamenting.
...........................Thomas Campbell.........( beg your permission sir) 15.7.14
 
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score: 9.56709

average: 10.0

on: Jul 15, 2014
ratings: 7

language: en

╔═════════════ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ════════════╗

҉ Ramadan, Ramadan, Ahlan Was'sahlan Ya Ramadan ҉

╚═════════════ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ════════════╝

The Holy month of Ramadan

For all Muslims has begun

Praising Allah through the day,

From dawn to dusk we fast and pray.

We pay zakah (charity) for those in need,

Trying hard to do good deeds.

When the sun has set, and day is done

I'll break this chain, but only one.

Time is spent without gossip and back-biting, yet that's just fine with me,

I'd rather do something more exciting, that brings a promise of Eternal glee

We welcome your sweet stay and your strong bond,

My stomach is growling, but my heart is laughing.

Knowing Jahannam is further away, and knowing Jannah is nearer

Month of purity, month of me, month of blessed rhapsody!

By the end of Ramadan, this whole chain will be all gone!

 
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score: 9.68632

average: 10.0

on: Jul 14, 2014
ratings: 12

tags: ***
language: en

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and all other days
Come fast from far
In their home, I am sure that each one has
A big motor car !
Mother dear, why does Sunday
Tarry long his ways ?
Why does he come so slow,
After the other days,
Unlike others is his home
In the sky away manyfold ?
Like you, does his mother come
From a poor household ?

When Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday come
As if they mean to stay,
They never think of their homes
And dream of going away.
O Mother, why is Sunday always
In such an awful hurry ?
The hours seem to strike at half
As if they are in flurry,
In his home beyond the sky has he
Lot of work on hold ?
Like you, does his mother come
From a poor household ?

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Have faces glum
To little kids they never
Become a chum.
But when I awake at the end
Of Saturday night
I see the Sunday greet me
With a smile so bright.
When he says farewell to us
Tears he can't withhold.
Like you, does his mother come
From a poor household ?

( SHISHU BHOLANATH WRITTEN BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE IN 1922 )
 
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score: 9.30162

average: 10.0

on: Jul 13, 2014
ratings: 2

language: en

“Poetry is gift from almighty”
This fact has been shared by many
You can not write even two lines
If not blessed by divine power

It may be true
And need not be proved
As lines speak
About his being strong or weak

How does word flow?
They emerge all of sudden and go
Some find there firm place
They fit into poem in any case

Mind and heart tune in
You already feel
What can be next scene?
The effect in poem is seen

I write with open mind
But criticism shall never be kind
I shall put everything with honesty
As if that flows form source of divinity

Let us stick to old thoughts
As simplicity is not fought
Now writers are not writers
Their poems are written by ghost writers
 
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score: 9.43918

average: 10.0

on: Jul 13, 2014
ratings: 4

language: en

It's easy to
Deactivate account,
Unfriend someone
Delete a number,
Ignore a call,
But

Moving on and erasing that person
from your heart seems impossible.....
 
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score: 9.30162

average: 10.0

on: Jul 13, 2014
ratings: 2

language: en

गिरना भी अच्छा है ,
औकात का पता चलता है ....
बढ़ते हैं जब हाथ उठाने को …
अपनों का पता चलता है
जिन्हें गुस्सा आता है
वो लोग सच्चे होते हैं ,
मैंने झूठों को अक्सर
मुस्कुराते हुए हुए देखा है
 
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on: Jul 13, 2014
ratings: 0

language: en

Some people hurt by words&
some by action?

But the biggest hurt i believe is
that someone ignoring u
when u value them bigger than
anything else!
 
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score: 9.53147

average: 10.0

on: Jul 12, 2014
ratings: 6

tags: jasmine
language: en

Tis sweet as the day begins to dawn,
When the lark her song is singing,
To wander at will through the grassy lawn
Where fresh flowers around are springing.
’Tis sweet at that solemn hour to go
O’er the rocky slope, all alone,
Where the scattering streamlets freely flow...
’Tis well to inhale the earthly gale,
As it sweeps the green hill’s side...
Or to look on the wood in its leafy pride,
In the glen or on the grove, the dawn is fair,—
Morning is beautiful every where!
 
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score: 9.53147

average: 10.0

on: Jul 12, 2014
ratings: 6

tags: ***
language: en

The I that I was a moment ago
am not now.
Where I am now
I shall not be in the next instant.
For how long can you hold
water between your fingers ?

Transparent water
I am of the simple original stream
Not an imaginary history
of a contrived story
Passion for journeys
Relations as graves
Home as white ants made
holes of snakes
Imprisoned by thresholds.

Hearing the intimation of my own death
I often ask myself,
"Is this all the game of luck ?"
I begin again and again from zero
And beguile myself into thinking
That this beginning is the end.

 
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score: 9.62422

average: 10.0

on: Jul 12, 2014
ratings: 9

tags: Mother in Law
language: en

To the mother of my wife
I have some things to say
So many things to thank you for
Lord, help me find a way

I see your love in my wife's eyes
The way you held her close
Of all the people in your life
She knows you loved her most!

Your love spills out with every breath
With every sigh and laugh
When she tells of you and dad
in some hilarious gaff

And when she looks at me
With soft and tender eyes
I know it's 'cause her heart was filled
With love from someone wise

She builds the words, thoughts and deeds
She learned from you, her Mom
Into her own blessed children
like a precious healing balm

She weaves a strong yet tender wall
Of Love around us all
So all her children are kept safe
From every slip and fall

Every day I see your love
In what she says and does
And I say a prayer to God each day
For your heart, your prayers and your loves
 
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score: 9.64749

average: 10.0

on: Jul 12, 2014
ratings: 10

tags: Ritika
language: en




I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet..

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon..

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?*



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