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Poem on colors – Pink
In fields where cherry blossoms bloom,
Pink whispers secrets in the afternoon.
A hue of blush, a gentle sigh,
Like cotton candy in the sky.
Roses wear it in their cheeks,
A tender shade that softly speaks.
Of love and warmth, of springtime’s grace,
A color with a gentle face.
From dawn’s first light to sunset’s glow,
Pink paints the world in a tender show.
A kiss of sweetness, pure delight,
A color that makes the heart feel light.
She looked at herself in the mirror,
blew a flying kiss and smiled,
As she would at a lover’s sight.
Life is like a moving bus:
Keep going; there will be several stops along the journey.
It’s okay to pause, take a break, reflect.
Just don’t linger too long;
Shift gears, accelerate, and keep moving
Ever forward,
Advancing and progressing!
Slow down to take a breath,
to observe what’s around you.
Slow down and give yourself,
A moment of stillness;
and in that moment you might find a memory,
a memory left behind,
unattended in the chaos of life.
I took a break from formalities and sat down on the floor.
To bask in the sunlight and look up at the blue skies.
I allowed a moment for myself and let out a content sigh.
More than twinkling stars,
There are twinkling airplanes
In the night sky.
What does darkness mean anymore,
When the light’s always by our bedside.
In search of darkness,
We now go deep inside our minds.
Just felt like sharing this remarkably beautiful piece of poetry written by Maya Angelou:
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
BY MAYA ANGELOU
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Still I Rise” from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems.
Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.
Published by Penguin Random House
Gloomy, dreamy eyes will you deep dive into its ocean of uncertainty or stay safe ashore?
I cannot sleep,
Is it my troubled mind, that is keeping me awake all night?
Or is it the moonlight from my window?
I try long and hard –
To go back to a peaceful world of dreams,
Where the night is dark and the sleep is deep.
But lately I’ve been up all night!
Tossing and turning,
Taking deep breaths,
Reading books,
Listening to meditative music to put me back to sleep…
Why isn’t anything helping?
What is it that I’ve been thinking?
Am I anxious or just excited?
What am I waiting for,
Or rather who am I waiting for?
No, stop it!
Stop thinking.
I need my sleep.
Let’s try going back to sleep.
Night night!
Is there a rule,
– Abizer Lokhandwala
To pray
To be heard by God.
I wonder what religion is teaching?
Nuraine Sadaf 