GuestAholic Month – A Poem of Questions

This is my second post on GuestAholic Month and my first to surprise and nominate someone. ūüôā

There have been a lot of people who’ve been following me lately and I want to show my¬†appreciation by showing my favourite posts, written by them. So for this first nomination, I nominate¬†√ąlan vital, whose poem ‘A Poem of Questions’ is not only uplifting, it’s inspirational. So,¬†√ąlan vital, this post is¬†dedicated¬†to you. ūüôā

About the blogger

√ąlan vital¬†is a writer and student from India. He is on a self-discovery journey and learning about himself, through writing. Also, he likes to talk about philosophy, travelling, movies and listening to music. But¬†√ąlan vital‘s belief is ultimate beauty, how it lies within everyone, and how we can achieve happiness and¬†satisfaction.

A Poem of Questions

SMILE.

A deep sense of excitation

Or

A way of hiding an outbursting emotion.

 

HAPPINESS.

An expression of our loving heart

Or

A mind void of any desires after much trials and tribulations.

 

PEACE.

A state of stable mind

Or

A way to surrender against the will of God.

 

FAITH.

A rock steady resolve

Or

A choice to kneel before destiny.

 

LUCK.

A thing to celebrate

Or

Sulk over the uncertainty of life.

 

LIFE.

A gift in disguise

Or

A period of imprisonment without our guilt or birthright.

Originally¬†written by √ąlan vital

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Rules For A Slave (In the Words of a Master)

This is another poem I wrote for my dance lesson. I came across the poem after finding another fact (from a website I cannot remember) about a connection between the bible and slavery.

Please note that this poem is only written, based on fact; I’m against slavery and I have no interest in¬†arguments¬†for it. I only write to raise issues for why slavery is wrong.¬†

“Do not disobey”,

“Do not mess about and play”,

These are the rules

And they are here to stay.

To make a master happy,

Is to be quick and snappy.

If you please him,

You’ll be awarded with a grin.

Do everything he’ll say;

Make sure you’ll serve and obey.

You’ll be rewarded handsomely,

If he sees that you are not lazy.

But break the rules

And you’ll be punished

For no likes fools,

Sinners and cowards.

The bible says a slave

Should treat his master with respect,

So give all you’ve got and collect,

Otherwise, you’ll receive an invitation

Which will lead you to punishment and your grave.

Coffee

The smell of caffeine,

Roaming up in the air;

Your mind feels fresh and clean,

When the world shatters in a tear.
The taste, so luring,

Smooth and exciting.

An adventure so daring

And the texture is so inviting.
Life without coffee

Is like bread with no butter;

Cause if we’re not happy,

Then, there’ll be no sweet coffee. ūüôā
© 2015

  

Why Do You Laugh?

Why do you laugh at me?

When I’m working very hard?

Do you think something’s funny?

When I’m trying to work and do my part?

Why do you laugh at something else?

When I’m trying to push, show and share?

Your laughter is making me feel anxious

And I carry more weight than I can bear.

I’ve lost faith and hope,

No matter how I tried;

“It’s no use”, I said,

So, I broke down and cried.

So the next time you see me,

Just let to let you know,

If you are going to laugh and crow,

Stop, think and see

The girl and her feelings (even though you can’t see).