Syed Hossain Rezvi > Syed's Quotes

“It burns,
I know.
It burns
now,
now that
the story is over,
now that
the daybreak is liquid,
now that
my knees don't creak anymore
and the leaves are blowing
and the highway is humming,
and a few extra pounds is not
a terminal diagnosis.
It burns
in me too
healing me
but the ache is not for you.
It's for my passion.
That used to be your name.
And it's sad, really.
The sting of
too little
too late.”
― Vironika Tugaleva

“Blind Heart’s.

In the circle of life, a sorrowful tale,
Where death and life dance an endless wail.
Hungry eyes search for morsels to devour,
Survival's cruel game with each passing hour.

Angst and fear grip hearts, cold and bleak,
Aching souls yearning for solace they seek.
In a world that lacks fairness, unjust and unkind,
Tears fall like rain, leaving scars behind.

Hatred and love, a twisted embrace,
In this nature of existence, a bitter chase.
For when darkness looms,
Love hides in despair,
Yet hate finds its mark,
leaving hearts threadbare.

We,
people who turn blind eyes to the cries,
As if suffering and anguish were mere lies.
Ignoring the plight that surrounds us all,
Humanity's downfall, a deafening fall.

But what of the animals, creatures so dear?
Caught in this cycle, their voices unclear.
Silently they suffer, their pain left unheard,
In nature's cruel script, an unspoken word.

Children on ground, black and white
Dying, Drying while survival trying.
Scars defining not body, but soul
Oh light, forgive us Lord.

The circle spins on, in sorrow it turns,
A tragic symphony,
where hope rarely burns.
In this poem of life,
where sadness takes hold,
Let us open our eyes,
let compassion unfold.”
― Astivan Mirza

“This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.”
― Atarah L. Poling, Hidden Light

“i am scared i will blow away
too far from who i was
and not end up
at who i want to be”
― Karli Crispin, poems written by a late bloomer

“~We were here~

We were here years ago
Dusk swept away the white day
departing monotonous sun to sleep
“You came out of abyss or on High?”
The scent of her willingness breasts
I breathe !
Eyes closed !
Naked bodies sailed in colour,
sound and smell
her swan-like arms coiled
The shadowy light of lamp
the flamboyant bits of dying coal sighed in air
Blood depurated the tawny flesh of bodies
Beside on a table
words scattered like flock of birds
grief, dejection and melancholy
b r o k e n bones of free verse
In contrivance of our sweetest submission
words rupture; secret message deciphered
unrhymed metamorphosed to rhymes
they read our skins like first love poem
besotted in warm delighted air
flying high as kite
You were coaxed to sing in flow; I danced wobbly
Wary sky above the roof ceased
in our devout brittle embrace.”
― Satbir Singh Noor

“Life is moving much too fast.
I think I can’t catch up with it.
A little bird flew out of nowhere
and sat calmly on my shoulder.
No worries, I’m not afraid
of being left out now.
I’ll never chase life.
Instead, I’ll try to see, understand
and enjoy life as much as I can.
Little bird, you opened my eyes.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Maybe I will keep wanting more,
perhaps I cannot stop this
restless aching snore...”
― C. Madan, The Poetic Refuge: An Anthology

“And when I look into those eyes,
the world around me pauses,
everything that exists just stops at your gaze,
when it meets mine, rising the burning blaze...”
― C. Madan, The Poetic Refuge: An Anthology

“Sometimes we make the wrong decisions

It's no big deal

We can't make decisions based on fear and the possibility of what might happen

Not everyone will like you

It's no big deal

The most important thing is to be yourself and to be proud of it

There may be times when life seems like a dark tunnel that never ends

It's no big deal

It's just a matter of moving forward until you reach your goal

Everyone has their own secret sorrows

It's no big deal

You can only be happy if you are true to yourself”
― Rifa Coolheart

“A lie is yet a lie, though bought worldwide;
soon it shall fade with coming of new tide.
Truth remains truth, though stepped on like a dime;
soon it shall reign with the passing of time.

A lie lasts as long as there's suppression,
for lies were but of man's fabrication.
Truth lasts as long as there's constellation,
for truths were but of Nature's formation.”
― Rodolfo Martin Vitangcol

“The Inevitable Tide by Stewart Stafford

The inevitable tide comes,
To claim every one of us,
Whether sufficient breath of life,
Is inhaled deep or forsaken.

Then let them bend and screech,
Their hearsay and homilies,
To rake the ashes of earthly remains,
In our final resting place.

The person no longer lingers,
Gone to Paradise or Hell,
Purgatory or mere rotting decay,
A ghostly rose bled white on binding soil.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford