Cursed Immortality

Maybe being immortal is a curse,

life is supposed to be short.

To see this world as a shortfall verse,

To give and take with a cruel snort.

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Maybe being immortal is a curse.,

To watch loved one die.

Till no one else but you remain.

Not a person to talk to ,nor to spry

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Maybe being immortal is a curse,

With weak bones and dimming sight.

Fragile & brittle with an empty purse,

Cracking bones and sick delight.

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Maybe being immortal is a curse,

& maybe the great ones figured it out

& maybe they left a trail to us

To follow it without a doubt.

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They found a way to immortality.

& they still live on , while being dead.

Just a matter of figuring it out.

To lie beside them,

To be immortal then.

Mother

I know I make mistakes,

Hurt you in the heart.

I know I played wrong stakes,

But still

You love me and play your part.

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I know I did wrong,

Played damned lies with peers

But you stood strong.

Still

Wiping off your tears.

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I know you’ll love me

Even in the darkest hours

You’ve been through the hell

I see,

I can see your invisible scars.

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I love you mom.

Life like a bike

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Me! Bike
Road
and life

Honey ! Money
Strife
And thrife

Money ! Petrol
Engine
And soul

Destination ! Role
Purpose
And goal

Me ! Bike
Road
And life.

Hey guys i tried to do something new.
I dont know whether it is known type of poem .
Please feel free to comment.
And give some feedback for improvement

Materialism

This Materialistic World,
With Materialistic Men,
What good will it avail of me ?
An Instrument maybe.
With Materialistic Goals,
And Materialistic Aims.
What good will it serve for thee?
An efficient Machine maybe.
They said !!
That the machines would take over the world.
But isn’t it already theirs to be??
We are in a dream maybe .
All this money in the world,
The fame, an image.
Aren’t those bars of prison.
Don’t you see.
We all are blind prisoners maybe

The Man Who Thinks He Can

If you think you are beaten, you are:
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but you think you can’t,
It is almost certain – you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost;
For out in this world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are;
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can!

Rend…

That cloudy evenings.

When winter sheds.

Those easy seeming.

Tough amends.

Those hazy summers.

When the breeze ascends.

Those classy bummers.

False wends.

Those deadly demons.

Which never append.

These Whirly Seasons

Do

REND..

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Meaning of rend :- Tear To Peices

 

 

 

Thy Shall

Thy shall run, 

Where others stop.

Thy shall run, 

Where they fear to walk

Thy shall run,

Where others retire to dross.

Thy shall run,

Where they fear to cross.

Thy Shall pray, 

Where others moan. 

Thy shall pray, 

While others groan.

Thy shall help,

When there is a need. 

Thy shall help,   

While others feed greed.                                               

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