Everyman's

Who has stolen my shadows? Who has gone to humble my all souls, brethren? Time wraps days after nights All spaces sizzling in prairie fire like a nomadic tribe Sudden silence of violence crying in a whimper of oceanic slumber I forget to remember the consequence of existence The chiaroscuro of my... Sign in to see full entry.

For you only I love, for you only I hate Decide you are not a Prophet Decide you are not a God's reject It is more I love, all the more I hate. It is for you only time passes by It is for you only kisses fly The heart roars for more you never abide by. Sign in to see full entry.

You only live in your desire In your desire lives a passion for life That drives you from your horizon to a blessed land Where a dewdrop seems to be a golden orb The golden orb revolves in your disguised sigh As if you drown your voice in deep soliloquy. You only desire to live in your passion And... Sign in to see full entry.

Today or tomorrow I will love you And I will win your everything Everything of yours will be mine I will not leave anything for you You will lose everything for nothing When I will win you with all my everything. One day it will be all yours When everything of mine will be all yours When you will... Sign in to see full entry.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child as if my mother has gone on a voyage to a no-man's land where light is ignited by darkness and darkness is extinguished by the glow of sparkling fire, burning and not burning out of miasma gushing profusely days in and days out, as if somebody has lost way in... Sign in to see full entry.

O, drum-beater! My drum-beater, Beat your drum, beat your sweating chest Our souls are crying for sounds of bereaving silence Beat your drum in ecstatic frenzy We are all dying for rains in cloudbursts The streams never sluice through our aisles Our valley is weeping in wells of tears Millions of... Sign in to see full entry.

Kahlil Gibran's book of poetry The Prophet is already a widely read book. Its language is ethereal and of celestial beauty. Life is delved deep and explored in all its possibilities, life is celebrated in all its nuances. Here life is passionately in love with life so much so that the pangs of death... Sign in to see full entry.

Where is my silence, o my silence? Darkness surrounding darkness Gathering storms on my graveyard, o my silence, Where are you born in me beleaguered world? Are you born into the silence of night Never to be born again unto the death of life? When I am salvaging my self and beings And a fleeting... Sign in to see full entry.

3. I do not know many things for which I go to them. They are The Unknowledgeable marginally living on the fringes of unenlightenment. They are The Unenlightened. Enlightenment has never dawned on their horizon. They are the wretched of the world. I go to them time and again to know many things... Sign in to see full entry.

2. And the experts flourish with their expertise of knowledge. They know very well on which side the bread is buttered or in which direction the westerly wind blows. This is their expertise, the expertise which knows for them where and when to start and where and when to finish. This is their... Sign in to see full entry.