Seated silence, shining sky. Sinking sun seems shy, As clouds pass by. Red rays glaring rye. Homing birds flying high. Green meadow, glittering water,
# Poetry
Poetry soothes one’s senses as it captures the repressed and the inexpressible. Sometimes, it paves one’s way toward self-healing, in other times it enraptures the sweet, sensual cravings that the brain ‘shushes’ but the heart ‘tells’. This section is for those who have their poetic glasses on and can account for the world as they see. Mix your perceptions in our own berry world, and we’ll create a masterpiece!
Pieces from the category:
Why? Is the world so cruel and indecisive? It will miss me when I am gone. But now, that I am alive It reminds
From now on, To bear with you I would need xanthic lights And shabby corridors! You need to snatch me away from myself Pull
Shades of grey clouds accumulate all over. They call their loved ones closer. Darkness descends throughout And fills their minds with doubts! A
Cramped in those yellow walls of her kitchen, she craves freedom from that prison. She looks out of her grilled window from day-to-day and
To love is to make yourself vulnerable. To lay your defenses open, With the hopes of being Acknowledged, wanted, and loved. To love is
Days came, days went. Locked up in my room I sit like a dead body. Motionless. A deadly silence prevails. Only the clock’s ticking
I wish that tomorrow, at dawn, the hour at countryside whitens, I will depart. You will see it; I know one thing that you
My mother was silent when I told her about the pregnant woman whose water broke while she was walking behind her husband, barefoot, the
I read somewhere, that laughter is the cure, for all ailments , yet I was unsure. Because, you see? The saddest people around me
