It’s not that you can’t win

It’s not that you’ll fail

It’s just that you never try.


Once failed, you lose hope

Ignoring the fact that failure is the first step to success


Be brave enough to face the hurdle

Life is something that seems burden

Unless you learn to fight from cradle

Never forget – hard work can lead to Arden.


© Fahmida Begum

Originally posted in – The Poetic Heart

Loving You

loving you was

a little bitter, a little sweet

it was my sin, it was my rebellion

loving you was

heaven and hell all at once

a paradox custom-made for me


it was the early mornings with the sun in our faces

kissing you like it was the end of the days

it was the  late nights awake till 1 am

breaking glass and screaming till we lost our voices


it was like the kisses you left on my neck

gentle but oh so deadly

the waves that lulled you to sleep

and the waves that came crashing down on you


it was like the coffee you made for me

on lazy Sunday mornings in bed

bringing me back from the land of the dead

but once you reach the bottom all that is left is bitter dregs


it was like the fan on the ceiling

when the summer nights got too hot

hypnotic in its whirring

but all it brought was a biting chill


it was getting sucked into a rabbit hole

an endless fall

like we would never hit the bottom

until we did

and it hurt


it was driving out to no where

just to watch the stars

I didn’t know where we were going

but your hand in mine just felt right


loving you was all-consuming

and not loving you

has consumed me too.


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Mud and dust is all that is left of my body

Smoke and illusions all that is left of my heart.

Soon my soul will be on fire, ashes will be all that remain

Maybe when hell freezes over I’ll rise again from the embers

Like a phoenix in flames reborn.


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Your eyes reflect the purple of the night sky as you point out all the stars, drive-in movies with popcorn in the car

Your fingers smudged with blue ink from when the stories pour out of your heart

Your skin adorned with green tattoos, hidden messages and secret rendezvous

Your hair shining with yellow sunlight, lazy Sunday mornings and learning how to play the guitar

Your backyard garden with the orange poppies, freshly dug earth and fluttering butterflies

Your red lips twisting with that adorable smile, candle-light dinners and pillow fights


In a world of black and white, you’re all the colours in between

My splash of adventure in all the monotony.


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Home And Love – Poem by Robert William Service

Home And Love


Just Home and Love! the words are small
Four little letters unto each;
And yet you will not find in all
The wide and gracious range of speech
Two more so tenderly complete:
When angels talk in Heaven above,
I’m sure they have no words more sweet
Than Home and Love.

Just Home and Love! it’s hard to guess
Which of the two were best to gain;
Home without Love is bitterness;
Love without Home is often pain.
No! each alone will seldom do;
Somehow they travel hand and glove:
If you win one you must have two,
Both Home and Love.

And if you’ve both, well then I’m sure
You ought to sing the whole day long;
It doesn’t matter if you’re poor
With these to make divine your song.
And so I praisefully repeat,
When angels talk in Heaven above,
There are no words more simply sweet
Than Home and Love. 

by:Robert William Service

Better Days Shall Dawn

Hush, dear heart! The Universe does listen.
She reads diaries and sees where you’re bitten.
Let’s not play victim; it’s not our favorite game.
Whether or not they approve, it’s all the same.

Keep pumping for better days to dawn.
Cut our losses; it’s time we move on.
I know you want more than just this.
I know that freedom is what you miss.

Permit me to speak, who’s by your side.
Let the world know all the secrets you confide.
They mayn’t understand how heavy is our task.
Rest assured, for now we needn’t wear a mask.

Hush, dear heart! Don’t wake the world.
Let them sleep till our dreams have unfurled.

~Pramodh Iyer
Poet at TheEquilibriumOfLife.Wordpress.com