Each and everyone suffers fate.
Nobody believes in your boost
As it is marred by trust...
a unique metaphor showing a mixed bag of feelings
"A Clever set of lies
Use deceit for fear
Riling up the masses"
"Truth is the ugly child of honesty...
Everything looks so beautiful until the truth strikes."
"I'm not writing
but only the elated truth."
"I grew up in her arms, and had aback of him as a pillar;
I always wore the pride of having a menage together."
Don’t open your eyes
You’re a nasty guy, as it looks
Looks are looks, like a dangerous looks
Truth Is Always Bitter
Lies Always Better Heard
Telling Truth Always Dangerous
Sometimes pain, bitter truths and a broken heart
Can give you different dimensions in life..
We all are lost here,
Pretending the sun will shine on us.
Whatever may have been to you,
Truth will come out,
If you are drunk or
if you are emotionally broken.
The poem is an inspiration to stand up for truth and power.
But no more I care
The truth is spoken
And I know it sounds rare
"Yearning for a truth we have never seen
valentines are from beyond that dream
Are like a sunrise on a whole of stone"
What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus
To meet so enabled a Man!
"There are lots of novel and extra-noble ways to satisfy
from slavery to subjection
in this beautiful world"
The truth of poetry
Is the truth
"It is the world, the world of a few,
There was a day, when I was new."
"I ask myself why
I am so worried, while
Flow away in flood"
said the teacher
"You're not meant
for this subject"
"When did eyelids learn from eyes and its views to betray?"
The light of truth will follow the
Shadow of Gandhi’s foot!
Trusting has always been an aching issue...but here we are still trusting...
Death is the acceptance of life,
Death is the truth of nature...
This scripture has tremendous value;
Till today for the humanity, for the world...
The radiant pearl expresses an intangible essence that hopes to reach the delicate yet deep matter of concern, i.e. ackn...
The poem shows the bitter truth of friendship.
She lay still in the casket
A ragged doll with wrinkles all over
What goes on behind closed doors
Is too much for the naked eyes to bare