Walk through Your mind

Maham By Maham, 4th May 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1fgpi89w/
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All of us tend to discover ourselves throughout our lives. we live... live... and continue to live, until we die and find the real meaning of life.

Dreaming on the Gallows

Washed with tears
Smudged deep black


Her frowning eyes stared
The world on her back.


Stunned, there she stood
Dreaded by the dream,


That contained her own world,
Quite real to her, it seemed.


Her lips had gone numb,
Her feet iron-chained.


The charm of her beauty
Was being pulled by the reins.


She smiled and closed her eyes,
Feeling her soul depart


Creeping through the wishes
That once had choked her heart.

Question!

How can you ask a bird
to fly,
when its caged.
How can you ask a blind
to love colours,
and enjoy rainbow.
How can you ask a child
not to cry,
when its the first ever thing he did.
How can you ask a mother
to be strong,
when her only strength is her weakness.
How can you ask a man, hopeless,
not to think
about death.

You Can!
Yes! You can.
Only if you question
yourself, first.

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Dreams, English Literature, Mind, Poetical Musings, Poetry With Meaning, Self Discovery, Soul, Thoughts

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author avatar Maham
I'm a student of English literature at Government College University,Lahore. The basic areas my writing focuses on are social evils and the tools to fight back.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
4th May 2013 (#)

Taking each day and accepting the vicissitudes is the way - change what we can for the better and accepting those we cannot. Before we come to know what is life, it is all over - siva

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
4th May 2013 (#)

I walked through my mind,
It was pure.

Showing the message,
Of Perfect endure.

Giving me the experience,
Forever to see.

This is the pathway,
Just meant to be.

Cleansing all infiltration,
Of the mindless void.

Creating the great attraction,
That can't be denied.

Its the magical allure,
Perfect and true.

Showing the shimmer,
Of the Golden Imbue.

Its the balance of creation,
That all now can see.

My Mind is My Playground,
Where no one can hurt ME.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) Lady Aiyanna 4th May 2013

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