The queen of night walks slowly, in her Shining silvery wear, Gorgeous as ever; with Her brightness fading into The warmth of night, When the wind Streams and pushes The last chill of winter Away To the valley of Spring, Youthful, charmed and blessed; The world is preparing, The world is slow tonight Or at least It seems to be, Like always, When I drag myself on the streets to home With bare hands, Strong enough to support The crippled legs. Tweet … Read entire article »

There is a world At the end of the tunnel, New people, Whose voices are echoed, Live on a sea shore, Happy, smiling There is a sunshine That they are happy about, There is a rain That they want to embrace, Their laughter Does not die down with the noise of the traffic, A sight of heavenly distant horizon Does not fade Among the fiery shades of red when the dust sets the skyline ablaze; He knows it is time To throw away the crushed soda can From his ears, and open his eyes. The boy has a city to clean, Dreams can wait. While browsing through twits, I found this – “Finding poetry in a seashell is easy. Show me poetry in a crushed soda can. Show me how you can put that can to your ear and hear the ocean”, which inspires me to write this. I have seen many … Read entire article »