Realisation Poems
Lost but Lessoning
by Somali Mukherjee
The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.
The Best Moment
by Somali Mukherjee
The moment we do
Perceive that we’re imperfect,
We try to succeed.
If today was my last day
by Lidia Beukman
What if today was my last day on earth
Would i have quit my job , or show a little bit more skin
Drink out of bottles , or drive without a seatbelt .
Maybe call my mother , play games with my brother, go watch a movie with my father.
Drink whiskey without water
Eat bacon with more oil
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Letters To Africa
by O. I. Jibi
Letters to Africa
Dear Africa,
What else should I say
that you have already known,
You see all that is happening around you,
yet, you fail to see what is going on through you,
How much more should I speak
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Satori
by Chris Quinn
Drinking a cup of tea in my overgrown back garden
Watching flocks of birds make complex shapes in the air
The wind through the tall grass whispered to me
A riddle of unity, described and known but never understood in logic
I who am matter, am I different from clay?
I’ll be clay again soon enough
I can live only in the present, looking out at past and future
fated to never set foot in the same river twice except…
except the one I cannot avoid
the river of time , the river of forgetting and remembering
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Lost but Lessoning
by Somali Mukherjee
The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.
One Last Time
by Mayank Nirala
I know its a shout in the void but unlike
I decided to follow my heart again
If I tell you all my feelings
Will you believe me
At times even I can't
How can you miss someone you never met
because at the end you are just Stranger
My closest stranger
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The Best Moment
by Somali Mukherjee
The moment we do
Perceive that we’re imperfect,
We try to succeed.
Satori
by Chris Quinn
Drinking a cup of tea in my overgrown back garden
Watching flocks of birds make complex shapes in the air
The wind through the tall grass whispered to me
A riddle of unity, described and known but never understood in logic
I who am matter, am I different from clay?
I’ll be clay again soon enough
I can live only in the present, looking out at past and future
fated to never set foot in the same river twice except…
except the one I cannot avoid
the river of time , the river of forgetting and remembering
......
Letters To Africa
by O. I. Jibi
Letters to Africa
Dear Africa,
What else should I say
that you have already known,
You see all that is happening around you,
yet, you fail to see what is going on through you,
How much more should I speak
......
