Why did Einstein create such equations?
Why is Math full of calculations?
And why does English need so many punctuations?
Why is there a need to study
Math, Physics and Chemistry?
The very thought of it, makes a student's life history!
When the black and white paper finally arrives,
the time-table for examinations,
it causes tension and irritation.
No parties, no excursion.
Only mugging up, slogging and exhaustion.
The definition of an awful week of preparation.
When comes the last day of examination,
it is an occasion for celebration!
But, when the results reach home,
it's time for a brief explanation...
Paradise...Paradise...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walked lonely and lonely on a silent street
Saw empty benches where dear ones meet
Underneath were impressions of invisible feet
Tenderly touched by the cool breeze
Heartily greeted by nodding trees
Oh! I was like a guest to a land of love and peace
The daffodils in yellow
Looked up and said hello!
I was standing in a meadow
Basking in The heavenly glow
Eternal bliss as far as the mind could go
Like an enchanted audience in a cardist's show.
The leaves so mesmerizing like the spades of cards
My joy now equivalent to the thirteen hearts
Clear water falling like diamonds
I felt like the queen of my club ready to commence
I was in my world, my world of pleasure
Wanting to keep this safe, safe as a treasure
My mind was fresh and pleased
Wanting this tranquility never to cease
But, the silence didn't last for long
As it was broken by another dawn
This happiness and serenity in my world of fantasy
A paradox it is, in the world of reality.
Because I'm BlindA young girl once asked a blind man, "Can you see?"Because I'm Blind2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why, no, silly girl," the man replied. "I'm blind."
"I know that. Can you see?"
The man thought hard. He couldn't remember one moment when he had vision. "I'm sorry, my girl, but my eyes are broken. I don't understand what you mean."
"I guess you can't then..." The girl sighed, defeated.
She spent her whole life searching. She learned many languages and toured many countries during her mission, but none brought her to who she was looking for. One day, when she was old and retired, she sat on her front porch, feeling the soft breeze blow through her hair and listening to the soft creaking of the floorboards under her rocking chair. She looked out at her world with reverence. It was beautiful. "I wonder why no one else can see," she said.
A young boy stopped in front of the porch and looked up at the woman. "See what?" he asked.
"I can see it," the boy said, smiling at the sparkle in the old woman's eyes. "I don't
Face on the WallLove, anger, blood, or a rose bedFace on the Wall2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A path of stardom upon which chosens tread.
Danger of a poisonous apple to be fed
to an uncrowned beauty whose lips tell a tale unsaid.
The wall inside his head,
With imagination it is all set to be painted.
Imagination lit by the color-Red.
The depths of the ocean that can never be seen through
An open mind like the limitless sky, flying in freedom found new.
Of the beauty that lies in her eyes, she had no clue.
The wall inside his head ready to be born anew,
to unravel the mysteries that it held-the color blue.
Darkness, negativity, engulfed the sad sack.
So lonely, no one to catch her when she falls back.
But there is another face to this, that should not be held back.
Elegance, simplicity and beauty in those locks of hair falling on her bare back.
The wall inside his head says, "Explore! Experiment, with the most versatile of all" -the color black.
Peace, purity, everything that is right.
The moon in the night, pearls and diamonds sparkling in sunl
Don't.Don't do anything.Don't.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anything at all.
Don't try to fall.
Don't think it's all over.
Don't try to leave this place.
For all eternity.
We can laugh.
We can think of this as a hoax.
Make it unreal.
Learn how not to feel.
Be happy with ourselves.
Feel joy once more.
Mother EarthShe has suns for eyes,Mother Earth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and oceans for tears,
a blade of grass for each hair,
and wisdom beyond her years.
Rage like an earthquake,
sorrow as deep as the sea,
madness funneled like a hurricane,
joy blooming so vividly, kings fall to their knee.
Her skin is a motley,
with hues so dark and bright,
she sleeps during the day,
and lays awake at night.
She has the universe for a heart,
and the cosmos burn in her soul,
however, humanity's blindness,
is at last taking its toll.
I'm strong, aren't I?Look at me!I'm strong, aren't I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm strong aren't I?
You think I'm weak because I'm skinny
Because you've seen me cry
Because I've lost hope
You've seen me quit
You've seen me break apart
You think I'm Weak
But have you forgotten?
I walked through the storm, when everyone else hid inside
I stood again after I fell
I walked in the darkness
I mend my heart after it was shattered
Whenever you cried, you had a shoulder to cry on
I had no one
Yet I wiped my tears and put a smile on my face
You've made fun of me, insulted me
But I'm still standing here, facing you
Does that make me weak?
You've called me names, picked on me
Forced me on my knees
But still I'm here
Because I know I can face it all
Overcome all my fears
Push away the pain
And once, just once be happy
I'll do it someday
Because I'm not weak
I'm strong, aren't I?
.12 InsanityThe poor mad girl.12 Insanity2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ran from the rain
Clawing her face
Absorbing the pain
She fell to the floor
Rocked to and fro
Trying to grasp reality
Shivering head to toe
Then the voices came
Wiping her tears
Sight in her blindness
"Don't go" she cried
"They think I'm insane
And who other then you
To take the blame?"
The voices sighed
"A delicate creation
Emotions all tied."
She wanted to weep
All over the floor
This insufferable madness
Was too hard to ignore
The voices stayed
Kept her alive
She learnt to love
She learnt to thrive
Until one day
Where the voices did not speak
But she kept her balance
She was not weak
She had learnt to smile
And find her feet
And once again
Her life was sweet
Body Speak, Mouth Don't."I need a favour. You got a minute?"Body Speak, Mouth Don't.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No. No I don't.
My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often.
My ears open to screams in the morning.
My eyes close crying every night.
My mind always turns dreams into nightmares.
My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath.
My worries far outweigh my years.
My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired.
My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain.
My knees weaken often but I'm still standing.
My mouth goes dry and I can't speak.
My hands dampen because I have too much to think about.
My bones feel weaker than they ever have before.
But I don't think it's anything to be worried about, really.
"Sure. How can I help you?"
Our Society's LieWhat you see out on the screenOur Society's Lie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't reflect who you really are
They're telling you how to be a queen
But all you become is a broken star
'Inner beauty is just for the ugly'
I must stand as proof of this lie
Your 'friends' like the new ecstasy
While deep inside all you do is die
The way we're supposed to look is a lie
Who's opinion is it to say who we are?
As we follow, the media's noose ties
And our own reality grows much too far
We all have free will as humans, as us
So why do you let them control how you look?
Don't let it go, don't dive under the bus
Don't be proud to say you dress from a book
Whether your thin or fat or in between
Ugly, pretty or average, just plain
Keep believing who you are to yourself: a queen
Don't forget to keep hold through the media's rain
Take these words and all alike these
Hold them close and close your eyes
Believe them, keep remembering, please
Never believe our society's lies
Sorry.So yes I am sorrySorry.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But know that I care,
I know that you worry
I know you despair-
I wish that you wouldn't
But I guess you can't stop,
I know that you didn't
Feel like you could help.
I know that feeling
And I know that it kills,
To be truly helpless
When your lover hurts.
I know that I shouldn't
But yes I still cut,
And I wish that you wouldn't
But how can you not?
So yes I am sorry.
And I promise I'll stop
Because I know that you worry,
For the one that you love.
DeeperWho are you that you are beautiful?Deeper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What puts you in this category?
Is it the way your cheekbones rise
In harmonic symphony?
Perhaps it is the way your eyes
Are the exact color of the sky above the lake
That we both love.
Maybe you are beautiful
Because of the tiny wrinkles near your eyes,
Or the way that you dance
When you walk.
You could be beautiful because
Your hands are never still
Fingers twitch with energy
To tap out a melody,
Or draw out a picture.
Who are you that you are beautiful?
What am I that I would see you thus?
You're Just...You're Just...2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart skips a beat, like a skipping stone,
It's a rush.
It's like moonlight. To fade away,
it takes a word that's longer than a while
sweet as the sound of a chime
like the words of a poem that rhyme.
like soft rose petals. I'm taking dips
in the ocean of your talk.
when you walk that walk.
freezes time, oh, I can write a book.
the only one I see now.
Let Me Get This Straight...So, let me get this straight...Let Me Get This Straight...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Everyone is beautiful"
"Don't let anyone tell you who to be"
"F--- the haters"
"Follow your heart"
"Don't pretend to be someone you aren't"
"No one is just like you"
"Only you can be you"
"You're a one-of-a-kind"
Yet, its okay to talk about him behind his back,
Or insult him to his face,
Maybe give him dirty looks;
Cuss him out.
You can call him names,
Dew DropDew DropDew Drop2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Parted without any goodbyes…
falling from the highs
fresh and beautiful!
Just falling freely, with no rule….
All those eyes watching,
see a bright smile, and sing,
"wonderful, delightful, how free!"
The real truth can anyone see?
As it dropped off the leaf,
all eyes gone and solitaire engulfed it's belief
of someone to understand,
that there's a frown behind that smile
None stretched their hand, let it dissolve in the sand
the dew drop's worth just lasted a while…
nobody to understand the story
of the one that lost it's melody,
waiting to be freed from melancholy:
The song of the one, who's lonely…
What she is.....She's worthless,What she is.....3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She can't do anything right.
She won't put up a fight.
She doesn't know how to return
the feelings of love
something she doesn't understand
or even believe in
She fails tests and quizes in school
She's not perfect
but she's not a fool
and half the time she doesn't follow the rules
She has many secrets
and She lies
the scars are proof enough
and although she has stopped
her harmful ways
her body can't sustain
and needs her mighty friend
to help her face her emotions again....
Can Love be Deaf?Sometimes love isn't blind,Can Love be Deaf?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because I seem to hear silence,
At the loudest of times.
Spilling out my deepest feeling,
Or just creating new regret?
It was my heart that he was stealing,
But now I think he's starting to forget.
I can't tell if he's speechless,
Or he really doesn't agree..
Sometimes love isn't blind..
Deaf; Can it be?
Lovely AnneI once met a girl named AnneLovely Anne2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what a lovely girl was she.
She sat in corners and talked
and talked when no one listened.
While lovely Anne was so lovely
no one went near lovely Anne
and her never-ending talking.
Lovely Anne with black hair
and dark skin. Never listened
to the voice of society.
Lovely Anne talked of a world
so unlike our own.
No one went near her,
but everyone listened
to the thoughts of a wonderful world.
Lovely Anne lived in a world
where the clocks struck thirteen
where everyone loved
where everyone smiled
and tears were never shed.
The walls and floors
objects and papers
that she talked to day and night
held to her words
and wished for her world.
Poor Lovely Anne had no friends.
But lived in a world that was entirely her own.
Lovely Anne who never left her world
and thought reality was imaginary.
Hungry (97)When I gave myself to you,Hungry (97)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You promised that you were true,
But now that you've left me
I wonder now, how it could be?
What should I call this new found addiction?
Evil, Sinful, Exciting?
Oh what strange, wry contradiction...
You need time to clean out your attic
But freedom, love, cannot come without cost.
So here I am- Psychosomatic,
Yes dear, my appetite is lost.
What is wrong with me?I'm a monsterWhat is wrong with me?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a freak
I lash out
I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much
I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again
But still stay away
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?
Theres one light left
On the outside
To relight the others inside
What Are You To Me?What Are You To Me?:What Are You To Me?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have walked in this world,
And they have told me of kings.
Of brave rulers who make the tough choices,
Men of example and outstanding character.
But it was then that they said,
What is a king to a God?
What is a mere mortal to a higher power,
One who holds our fate in his hands?
They said he was benevolent and kind,
Wrathful and jealous, magnanimous and selfish alike.
He was the perfect ideal, embodying all things
And we were made in his image...
It was then that I was laughed at,
By he who asked this question:
What is a God, to a non-believer?
One who lives by the truth he sees...
He is the man who acts as per his morals.
He lives through his eyes and is judged by his fellows.
He submits to no higher being, not a one does he fear;
Comfortable with his own conscience...
But all three, I beg; I ask ye this:
For what is a king to a God,
A God to a non-believer,
And all three of them in comparison,
To the madman who watches the world burn...
Finding... Myself?Say goodbye to that man you know,Finding... Myself?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The one who was only there to make amends.
Say goodbye to the old me, as I go,
Because I suppose this is the way he ends.
Say goodbye to the cynical me,
The man who kept everything to himself,
Let him rest in peace, and welcome me.
For I am here still, and I am... Myself?
Say goodbye to the Cynicist,
Say goodbye to the anger and the hate,
Say hello to the Optimist.
Say hello to who you'll learn to hate.
Because that's just it, it's easily done.
I flick a switch, and I'm the old me,
I guess he was never really gone.
Say Hello to the Optimist.
For the writer of this piece is dead.
Was It All A Lie?The funny thing is,Was It All A Lie?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can walk past me
And totally ignore me
Acting like I don't exist
Without an inch of guilt in your black heart
After all the things we have been through
After all the times we have been there for each other
And you act like it never happened
The funny thing is,
You can look in the mirror
Thinking you're the best
Thinking you are too good for everyone
After all the things I have done for you
After all the things we have put each other through
Through thick and thin
And totally forget that I was once in your life
That you needed me
That you loved me
It's like you're a totally different person,
In a totally different universe,
You don't know me anymore,
You don't want to know me anymore,
You don't love me anymore,
So please tell me this,
Did you ever love me,
Or was that just another lie you told me?
Was it all a lie?