You can’t have the authority of an angel Yet you could be my sight …
It’s over the blue moon, When I catch it, Suddenly slips. It’s hard to say truth, And bitter it is. Now, shall why or what? I hardly understand what it is? A confident guy, Suddenly loses all confidence, and rides on over-confidence, and sadly slips. “© 2025 Jaskaran Singh. All rights reserved.”
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He makes rupees,Thousands a day.He doesn’t wander,Nor roam the streets.Instead, he sits on his throne,Commanding his workersTo carry out the tasks. He has a habit—A warm, inviting one—Greeting strangersAs if they belong to him.He answers complex questionsWith calm and steadiness,No longer panicsLike he did in the past. More a friend than a foe,He wouldn’t mindIf …
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📖 Introducing My Upcoming Book: The Mysteries You Can Solve ✨ Dear family, friends, and poetry lovers, I’m thrilled to share a glimpse of my upcoming poetry collection with you—a journey into the mysteries of life, society, and the self. This book isn’t just a compilation of verses; it’s an experience crafted with love, reflection, …
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As they say,He visits alone,As they say,He won’t pick up the phone.As they say,He showers daily,As they say,He worships Laxmi1.As they say,He grabs his car keys,As they say,He’s off to the big leagues. You know his ways—Late-night bars, a trip to Mars.You know his ways—A little sleep,But the party’s steep.You know his ways—Girls around the …
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What about that lad,The one with skin like the night,Who bathes in sunlight every day,With a heart open wide?Does he have enough friends,Or do they linger for different reasons?You know he’s black. He roams the streets with a crew,Laughter echoing in the vibrant air,But I wonder—Do they cherish his spirit,Or chase the thrill of his …
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A day of dynamite,They will scatter the roses,A day of my kite,When all is exposed to the air,My thread entangled in my fingers,My vision concealed,The kite cried for aid,As I was preoccupied with seeking help for myself,She was murmuring, “There, Brazil, Pakistan, America”“I’m soaring; he forgot.”“I’m fading, my comrade.”She was unintelligible to me,Brazil arrived there,Only …
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When I fell from the 18th floor of a building, When I was handcuffed and given some pills, When I looked in the mirror and said hello to myself, When I saw no one around me while grass rooted in a small cottage, Today, I met with justice. They say justice looks like time: On …
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You are my own,Like a leaf is to petal,You are my own,Like a nerve is to breathe,You are my own,Like a day is to light,You are my own,Like an eye is to sight. You are never apart,Besides how far you live,You are never apart,Besides, if you are stuck in grief,I will always pray to god,Wherever …
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My morning would want meAs a classic pizza chefThen, shall serve hundreds of customersOn the table would be a taskTo accomplish. I would travel as many skies.As possible, every time seekingA door to escape.As the escape is required,When you need it. The bright morning is,Asking for treating the lordAnd the living beings alike.While the chef …
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Oh! I have been asked to speak with brevity,To help the listener feel light and free,Flying high, feeling valued and heard,My words are like a gentle chirping bird. Oh! I have been told to rise from my chair,So friends can breathe fresh, tranquil air,Comfortable and relaxed, without a care,My words are like a soothing, healing …
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In moments of wisdom, flaws I see,Salt paths bright as the sun rises free,Runners’ feet pound the pavement with might,Symbol of strength, determination as bright. Labourer outweighs bricks, without creams,Tireless toiler, worth beyond means,Pigeon’s appetite, sated in solitude,Pales before the rickshaw puller’s plenitude. By God’s grace, he earns a few pennies,Excelling in exercise, unmatched …
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The sun’s bright light illuminates the worldUntil dusk’s embrace, and then it’s swirledInto the moon’s grace, a gentle swirlJust like my mistress’s fame, it can twirl And rise above all, or fade tonightDepending on how well she’s perceived, lightIt Can be unforgiving, turning meanLeaving lovers in the shade to flee, keen It’s in …
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I hope I never have to say goodbyeto the moon,who lit up my car;to the candle,that burnt my hands;to the man,who saw me grow;to the leafon which I ate on that vacation;to the dog,who barked in a routine, but my routine did not end in fear;to the friend,who shared life with me;to the maid,who wanted …
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I was walking down the streetI calmly rested for a whileThe inner of me was thirstyWhile my outer self was in a hurry. But the distance to cover was a good thousand milesThen I waited for someone to arriveWithin my wayAlas, I couldn’t find evenAs my hair turned from black to grey. After good 30-odd …
