# 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:

I read somewhere, that laughter is the cure, for all ailments , yet I was unsure. Because, you see? The saddest people around me
When they get burn It’s me, for whom they run; You cause destruction and pain, In the end, my form makes you vain! I
for Santanu. . . Santanu: wholesome: hólos You are the vase, shattered years ago during the dark voyage through the Middle Passage. Today, the
All those years Of wearing daffodils in my hair You picked for me Yet my body always loathed sunlight Down through all those winter
At midnight My city screams Just when the longer hand of the town clock Reaches beneath the bird nest And the thwarted one beckons
Let her dance in the rain, Cheering the peacocks who slain; Let her glow in the sun, Leaving her shadow refresh everyone; Let her
The boat journeys from one ghat to another, taking folks every now and then; Few know their destination, others just wander on the watery
Can we breathe too? George Floyd, you told the Earth “I cannot breathe.’’ Can we really breathe too? Floyd, your death has exposed the
I wanna win, I wanna loose I wanna stick, I wanna choose I wanna one, I wanna troop I wanna end, I wanna loop
You shouldn’t talk to a stranger, Rather surrender naked in front of one, You’re supposed to choose a man always and vice -versa, Kill

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