Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

*#PoetrySCS.  #Collaboration of Satish Srivastava and Gelda Castro* *Bubbling words* *-----------------------* Let the words should jump from your mind  Like a waterfall pouring from The top of the source till impregnate the books, Communicating latent life in each one of us. Feel the magic of words Flowing in a rhythmic cadence,  As if they were beads of sweat leaving the pores, Flooding from the skin of a dazzling inspiration Giving life to hidden desires like a cherry tree blooming. Inhalation of its sweet fragrance on the lover lips. Much adorable ink flown  from your pen and it's blown  A thunderstorm in my heart  To share my words from my part . Come on my dear loving friend !  Let's dance together tonight   On the rhythm of flashing light  Created by thy beautiful words bright . Matching step to step and rhythm to rhythm  We shall create our own style,  even in the exile  Following our path behind , the ...

How can you..... How can you forget the day The wink we squander in union  That moment you  Retained with my chum How can you belief that  You left me unassist  When you afore commitment Of vital prior to doom How can you praise yourself  Affirming I was cipher 'cause you When I held my life partially  And furnish my mercy buttress  How can you conceit  Without my abutment  When you pledged me  Endorse us redeem together  How can you move on  When I am seldom capable  When our charity remain always  And I haven't decided to leave.                 ....@sangay

A joy  And at last, from Orient; appear the rising sun That glows with his glory, the high horison. And gentle breeze too depart; to her mission  Over the dunes, coasts, and dales, the florescent-- Though sometimes the cool zephyr, display's anger;  That has a reason, as every action has it's reaction.  Ali ! also rode his horse to relish pasture season, And Killdeer! too set on brooding into bits of rocks.  Song birds happily; left out their resting places  Dawn's flower also did wear new embroiderd cloths,  They had like fairs of fragrence on their sweating faces It's such a drink, that could never be skip by Motes.  Morning star! too ran to his hermitage,  And randy rays of early sun've bewitched, little Rosella ! Grazing goats, from birth she is deprived of parental love. Little sweeties! of Swan hurried to souse the silent canal,  On window pane, the Nachtegaal Initiate to sing " a l'amour in honor of daisy Iris" Dear babe! hear swe...

How can you..... How can you forget the day The wink we squander in union  That moment you  Retained with my chum How can you belief that  You left me unassist  When you afore commitment Of vital prior to doom How can you praise yourself  Affirming I was cipher 'cause you When I held my life partially  And furnish my mercy buttress  How can you conceit  Without my abutment  When you pledged me  Endorse us redeem together  How can you move on  When I am seldom capable  When our charity remain always  And I haven't decided to leave.                 ....@sangay

If you can Advance with the feathery of sun Burnish as glowing as you can  I restraint abide you in a run If you can  Advance through the moon  That amble in every baton And accepting spirit on If you can  Advance with charity sore flame in vein Descant the ballad in strain  I restraint thou's ballad queen If you can  Advance with the rose of garden  Sealing my mercy with the hone That I cease take for the zion If you can  Advance with the cherish of brain  Seldom with the birdbrain  That may animate the relation to drain. If you can  Advance through a croon Be a rhythm of my paean  Treasure me, but don't let me sob a ocean.                                  .........@sangay

A jailed bird  Each night is for Me, a stress and strain  And each day, is like a tempest, please!  Write my story in a poem or  Prose,  Or in haiku, but anyway, write it's thought. Provoking, a harmful psych-emotional assault,  A  disdain, that over years; I do sustain. Should I' shun My holy faith? to displease?  My Lord, the inventer of unseens who knows-- Things at My home; though-a bit off,  'Talk in low tune ' My hearld, there are Owls,  Left to right, more racist, last night,  They threw hungry rats on my roommate-- And bats in My cell, to make me terricfic sick,  My hips and ribs, have burns of cigrattes,  Hurted my elbow, then wrecked my eyeglass,  By hit and kics, they hooked Me into dire fate-- Wait for a while and behold:   'food-stuffs-expiry-date'  I don't like to tell you more,  My harric scene,  That would probably demoralise you,  My host, I pray! you'll never see this di...

It is something that hurts inside when somebody interprets the definition of depression, I can't say you are offences, those people are talking bluff, who knows you might be virtue but little back you should not be the victim of others one day or another. Depression isn't a complication it is a disease. It can be cured and sometimes it cannot. The disease has no age, anyone who is emotional will acquire that disease. But you should remember that it is not a sexual disease. If it was a sexual disease do you think the six years old child will be having sexual desire???  The sixty years old woman will be having sexual desire??  People gossip about depression saying, " Ohh that disease can be rehabilite if he or she obtain marriage". These things are happening more to girls and getting victims. I have some questions to those who think getting married will cure the disease. Will you able to let your daughter who is of six years old marry a man who is of twenty eight years ...