MOTHER
What should I do?
My land is my birth mark
On my forehead
My mother is my house
How can I leave my
mother?
How can I live
without you!
Trough all your
Ages and sorrows
You have made
Another earth itself
For me to live.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-06-18 kl 06:57
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Jeherico C Is it another earth or trap? 2008-06-18 |
3:26 AM | | 0 Comments
FORGETTING IS LIFE
i am living happily here.
the age of darkness
gone past like a storm
now i am in light,
searching for eternity.
all sorrows melted......
now i know
what is actually
happiness is.
don't remember anything.
remembrance is death
and forgetting is life.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-06-05 kl 11:50
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WHEN YOU PROPOSED ME
today is mine & smitha's wedding anniversary
Future
Yesterday...
I have been
Talking with you
From the beginning
Of this world
Through stars
Both us had
Sent our
Long letters…
That day
When I went to
The black hole
Of this space;
You called me back
And asked
Will you marry me?!
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-06-03 kl 05:08
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jhonson After a lay off you came again! welcome back. I searched for your poetry so many times. congratulation for an unforgettable day. I will pray for you both. regds, 2008-06-03 |
| boon Anoop, have a nice future. your poetry was so nice. i have read it two times. keep it up. 2008-06-03 |
Stan Cooper Sounds like to me that you found sunshine in that black hole.. Congratulations to both of you....stay starry eyed Stan 2008-06-03 |
Elle congratulations on your anniversary! Elle x 2008-06-03 |
| Tamra hey man! good to hear that you met your love. She would be exultant if reads your text. cheers! Amna 2008-06-03 |
3:24 AM | | 0 Comments
WALKING PATH
Sleeping
I wasn't
Singing...
I lost myself
In her kisses
which flowered
In my bones...
Now my
Entire body
Is like a
Painting brush
which is
Full of colours..
My walking path
Will write poetry
From now on.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-05-20 kl 07:04
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Anne Westlund anoop This is a beautiful poem. Keep on writing! Anne 2008-05-31 |
Peter J. Kautsky must be nice to reach a point where life becomes a poem. enjoyed this,. pete 2008-05-28 |
Stan Cooper anoop...keep on your walking path..you express yourself in poetry beautifully Stan 2008-05-20 |
3:22 AM | | 0 Comments
WALKING PATH
Sleeping
I wasn't
Singing...
I lost myself
In her kisses
which flowered
In my bones...
Now my
Entire body
Is like a
Painting brush
which is
Full of colours..
My walking path
Will write poetry
From now on.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-05-20 kl 07:04
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Anne Westlund anoop This is a beautiful poem. Keep on writing! Anne 2008-05-31 |
Peter J. Kautsky must be nice to reach a point where life becomes a poem. enjoyed this,. pete 2008-05-28 |
Stan Cooper anoop...keep on your walking path..you express yourself in poetry beautifully Stan 2008-05-20 |
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