The most painful Is the loss of consciousness When one does not feel The pain of fellow beings Human or otherwise The most painful is the Loss of a dream Which one had woven Whole childhood In an innocence Devoid of the worldly consciousness The most painful is The sting of a bee Which wakes
Ah! A thorn in the lion’s paw... Wolves dance around him ....Sahar Raman Deep
I have known Forever I have the voice But Just realized that No words are mine ....Sahar Raman Deep
My apologies, friends, I have been away for a while. Actually you know about my love and hate relationship with bipolar disorder! Will try to be more regular in future, promise!
To be Or not to be... ...Shakespeare
When I was young my teachers were the old. I gave up fire for form till I was cold. I suffered like a metal being cast. I went to school to age to learn the past. Now when I am old my teachers are the young. What can't be molded must be cracked and sprung.
Sitting on a small mount Of which feet are on the river Splashing waves with her hands She sang the song of disunion ...Sahar Raman Deep
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground, The whir of sober birds Up from the tangle of withered weeds Is sadder than any words A tree beside the wall stands bare,
my mind makes stories of its own when none exist and is unable to comprehend what exists in its own right ...Sahar Raman Deep
In no hurry Am I To be with him Or with them The lights of soul I am content In the mess That I am For mess is what Defines me Hundreds of books Scattered on bed Chair is a wardrobe And so is my floor Papers are not in files But mixed