poetry-quotes

I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.

Deliver thunder, GodIf you choose not to talk.

You exalt me Bati,This is the message to the society,Brightest day demands struggling, suffering and sacrifice,heroic labor would suffice.

To be wild as the waves;enshrinedby the vastness__ur cosmic immemorial.Unsettled as the forest.An indomitable flickeramidst worldviews,of jaded crownsand romantic ash.

I wore you on me at all timesLike I now carry my pen.Unlike your own opinion myBelongings must have a function.You bled through the ink of my lines andTo be my subject nursed your thirst.Was it my fault, or your own, that you forgot__ do not deal in tender verse.

All mothers breed dead children.They shall, perhaps, live later.When no longer dead, they are bornNot__y coincidence, by choice.

I shall have my lasso, I shall lead the course;I recognize it__ time to mount a different horse.

Be a witch they cannot burn.

Real is overratedNo way in my life is that the gistI'd be everything I am notIf I were a fictionist

_, Wanderess, WanderessWhen did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?

Perfection"Every oak will lose a leaf to the wind.Every star-thistle has a thorn.Every flower has a blemish.Every wave washes back upon itself.Every ocean embraces a storm.Every raindrop falls with precision.Every slithering snail leaves its silver trail.Every butterfly flies until its wings are torn.Every tree-frog is obligated to sing.Every sound has an echo in the canyon.Every pine drops its needles to the forest floor.Creation's whispered breath at dusk comeswith a frost and leaves within dawn's faint mist,for all of existence remains perfect, adorned,with a dead sparrow on the ground.(Poem titled : 'Perfection' by R.H.Peat)

Be as audaciousAs you wish.By all means look to the heavens.

A permanent pathThat, once illuminated,Goes ever onward _ a way home_

Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate,Be excised,Burnt out of your soul.

Once spun,The silken thread of all our aspirationsRemains intact,It can never be broken.

In this life at least,Our fate is rarely epic.Maybe just as well,Impervious heroes we are not_

The sea, the sea_Man alone,Passive, unawareIn his elemental sadness.

We too can repair our cracks with goldAnd glow again.Crazed by life,More beautiful than ever before.