Juggling thoughts

  That freaking morning assembly uniform checks when our classmates boys had one black socks on the right and a white one on the left. The quick polishing of our shoes with our handkerchief. That terrifying period when you place a science text book in place of your forgotten English text and sat on pins dying to hear the Bell go 'tring' The uncountable scribbles of letters-match and number-match to discuss who you are likely to marry. That pretense of "am writing something serious" when your teacher make an eye contact with you. The advance count and practice of the exact line you are to read in the reading class. The busiest food stock market right after lunch. The mis-passed love chit that landed on the teacher's table and got crucified. The panic attack you had while writing with a dancing handwriting on the home assignment which you remembered greeting that teacher a "goodmorning" . The fearful knocking at the staff room. The i...

She dusted her old diary from her long treasured safe.   The dust clouded her mind with visions slightly blur and muddling thoughts.  Then, love was so dear and inseparable yet she began to write him like an old story.  Like a phantom in the twisted nightmare of some lost soul, she begin to meander through the never failing memories churning in her heart.  She recalled the once-full spot he inhabited in her heart that lies like a untended vacuum now.  She muttered, "yes, people can change for better, worse, for nothing, never staying the same. Have I not change?"  F or she felt the first love she gave was a test and a test she failed, a test to get over it and move on.  She flips pages after pages and in it she lives on every sweet words resounding as fresh as the first time she heard him tell her.  Oh...memories...she sigh!  Love was sweet as honey'd flavor because in her love lies a t...

Fair is the face of the Almighty's given Grace, Grace in humanity form, for in humanity love abides, For love is colour-less, race-less, creed-less and enemy-less. For a sole goal to be told, united all in souls, For humanity still prevail in us all, Mavrone! I get peeved a little to see this perfectly created world shredded by greed, enmity, discrimination's and hatreds . I yawn in phantom pain. Oh! How I yearn the world's peace where wars all dissipated. Oh! How I see giant peace wave, sweeping down to devastate the walls of greed. That wave drenching in to destroy the violent thoughts. Erasing arrogance enveloping the minds. Wising leaders, softening hearts. Oh! How I yearn to see Grace God's given Grace restored in mankind. For love of humanity is the beginning of all ends. Top of Form

The Boy at the Rail Gate A Poem by  lichanbeni   Captured movements and sights of things around me.   The morning gloom , the city in steady rain.    That one with the chicken-plucked look"    hair a tufted circle on top, the rest in shabby outfit"    I can't really stop to care about.  I assume he grew up without totaling himself ,    but he is that caught my eyes in this madding crowd.  He seems even to know his place as unworthy striver.    Of the one no one would look away from for long,     He lifts his sack to collect rags, a ticket to buy his bread.    The train was on the run but that would not stop him from collecting every bit of rag. People by pass pushing, dashing and the other boys smirk before the rain douses    and sweeps it stupidly into the gutter.    I'm half in...