It is just a scenery, changing with a blink or a dream , which has no real link
leading and working ,as i m involved sometimes i m out ,and mysteries are solved
many aspects of each happening many phases of game we playing
loving and fearing , which is no where lost and a come back ,to the world present here
the path long traveled , dont know who created often questions knocking ,but never being carried
getting from the known and unknowns,n exciting situations strange may be all is fake , or out of being range
forgetting every forscene with eyes acting blind faith is a music to play the notes unwind
End of the poem
15 random poems
- meeting.html
- This Living Hand poem – John Keats poems
- We Are As The Flute by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Владимир Британишский – Горный институт
- Кастрюль и сковородок музыкант
- Ольга Ермолаева – Этот позорный ужас
- Me Imperturbe. by Walt Whitman
- Written In Early Youth. The Time,–An Autumnal Evening by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Arabian Night’s Entertainments by William Ernest Henley
- Cezanne’s Ports poem – Allen Ginsberg
- Владимир Корнилов – Утро
- From The North by Sara Teasdale
- A Lost Friend, I Never Had by Renu Ayyar
- Nigra Sum poem – Andrea “Vocab” Sanderson poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Waist of Time by The Waist of Time
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
