(7/22/2013 11:00:00 AM)
Dear poets and creative minds,
Why don't you have a look at my poetry and review and comment my poems?I would definitely love and welcome your criticism and appreciation of my poetry.
I hope you wouldn't disappoint me in this regard.
(7/21/2013 1:23:00 PM)
dar lagta haii mujhe
is andhere se
aisa kyun ye mujhe
bhi nhi pta
kyun mai ghabrata hun
is andhere kamre mai jaane se
jahan kuch hai hi nhi
aisa kyun ye mujhe bhi nhi pta
malum kr lena chahta hun
mai kya sach hai aur kya jhut
kya koi raaz too ander
nhi pal rha
ye mujhe bhi nhi pta
(7/20/2013 7:04:00 PM)
this is an exorcism, the exo skeloten extractor back with his rexo listen, electro fission disects your molicular texture with this irregular secular mechanism, your diagnosed with uncontrollable scoliosis plus liver cerosis, witness the lyrical, metaphysical master mystical individual of spiritual crafts, i am the sorcerer, vocal recorder,26th century galaxy orbiter, straight from the infinite thought database i tought you how to combine the elements in vats to make pretty red acid, and then i cast it, fast at your dome with a rap never known, perfect cadence of science and math in a poem
(7/20/2013 4:36:00 AM)
mujhe aksar ye mehsoos hota hai
ki mai kuch bhi nhi
mere dil mai aksar
ye bhi khyal ata hai
ki mai hun ya nhi
meri zindagi mujhe
ajnabee si lagne
aur mujhe aksar
ye bhi mehsoos hota
hai ki meri zindagi ka
koi maksad hai bhi yaa nhi..
(7/18/2013 5:12:00 PM)
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What It's Like To Be Me
You don’t know what it is like to be me.
To hear them laugh out loud as others make fun of me.
To see them stare as I walk by.
To hold it all inside and try not to cry.
They go to each others houses and talk on the phone.
I have no one; I am all alone.
My family asks me if I am feeling okay.
I lie, because what would I say?
I haven’t known happiness in a while.
When it’s expected I’ll use that plastic smile.
In my room is the place that I hide.
Sometimes I even contemplate my suicide.
But I am not ready to give up- not just yet.
There is someone for everyone, I try not to forget.
I keep hoping that someone will come my way.
I just hope that day isn’t to far away.
I fear my heart is a portal with a locked door.
Love was inside once but not anymore.
I hope somebody will find the skeleton key.
You just don’t know what it’s like to be me.
(Tuesday, July 16,2013)
Adam M. Snow
(7/18/2013 1:51:00 AM)
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I have seen Maelstroms Eternal
By: Adam M. Snow
I write with flowers of ink,
thou love poured out on page,
in a slumbering alder away in endless flight;
swaying with the stars, so white 'gainst the black night sky.
Facing the horizons, on the calm black waters called -ink.
-I write for thee that thou heart be free.
I have seen maelstroms eternal,
mount in my soul but endless;
-An abyss without thee, I dare thee not.
By starlight the rushes lean over thee wide:
-The ink on the page is erased,
-The text is long forgotten.
(7/16/2013 12:33:00 PM)
Kabhi Maii Zindagi Ko
To kabhi mai in yadon ko
Tarashne ki koshish karta tha
In lamhon ko byan karne wale
Kwhabon ko dhundne ki koshish
Mai zindagi kaa gulam thaa bas
Chalta rehta tha
Kahin idhar to kahin udhar bas
Dar dar marta rehta tha
Kabhi zindagi to kabhi dost
Dhoka dete the
Dost kaun aur dushman kaun
Ye pata nahi bas mujhe
Rota dekhna chahte the
Kya krun kya naa karun
Bas isi mai uljha saa
Zalim thi zindagi yaa phrr
Zalim thi meri taqdeer
Dono mai se kaun thi ye pata nhi
Bas isi mai palta rhta tha
Yadoon kaa pta nhii
Naseeb mera khrab thaa
Katill koi aur thaa
Mgr gunhegaar mai thaa
Zindagi kaa ye kaisa khel thaa
Jeet taa koi aur thaa
Aur hamesha harta mai thaa....
(7/15/2013 1:23:00 PM)
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The Surreal World
It rained from the earth and we waltzed on the sky,
No soul was coerced to bid life goodbye.
The Guns sprouted roses and thorns were all woolly-
Everybody loved the well-behaved 'bully'
The flowers chirped merrily and the birds smelled divine,
Every thought was healthy and every night sunshine.
Hey, parents don't you worry if your little girl is late
Cause in this surreal world no one suffers that fate.
(7/14/2013 1:13:00 PM)
mai jaanta naa tha
naa hi pehchanta tha
us yaad ko
jahan mai har wqt khoya rehta tha
bas mehfil thi wahan
mere pyar ki jahan
mai har wqt duba rehna chahta tha
samunder bhi tha wahan
aur dubta hua suraj bhi
kisko chun ne wala tha
bas teri yaad thi
ik teri yaad thi...
(7/13/2013 11:38:00 AM)
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My Black Skin
The first thing you see when you see me
The last thing you think of when you think of free
There lies the pain the years of blame
My black skin calls to you, speaks to you, and has a name
Stained by grace labeled a race
Destroyed by fear
Whipped through the years
Pain surrounds the name that’s found
In chains it’s been bound
Cut through the years was my black skin
Running with tears was my black skin
I hold you dear my black skin
For you speak of a time when time began
The loneliness in the darkness without one friend
Where is my home when do I belong
The strength of my skin is spoken in song
The moans through time as beaten it was
The strength is mine to choose to love
My black skin till the day I die
Will lead my people beyond the cries
For a world that’s true and a time that right
On bended knee I’ll win my fight