Thabaan Kabin

REALITY Image credit: https//.image_searchman.1559.com When reality hits that makes widow eye weep. All she do is face away and cry, Can't stand nor rise, just deep sad inside, Hear not seem be better by morning. So is reality still longer what is hurt. Nobody sees what's actually wrong, Girls at middle school and all this pressure, Getting abused and being called a mong, Have put on black and loving mourners Looking with pretty ruth upon your pain. All the sweet tones she listens Forthwith deep into a tear. That on herself such murderous pain commits. The world will be her window, and still weep Then will swear beauty herself is black. You have seen roses damask'd, white and red The mistress reality are nothing like the sun.  And were once kind unfriends now, Even, commits herself who have lived for crime, Or have not seen dwellers on form and favour Lose all, and more by paying too much pains Friends are leaving and moving

THE CAVEMAN (I) Image credit: Isaac Nka A legend's caveman singed Inpui's W'all; Echo of Ramting Kabin the alpha. We laud thee hovah; for thy ward he'd Kovah!! Thou ought endured that Inpui Ho-Ho-Ho-, they left nothing yet Thy tribe thy Inpuirwan at thy worth to called. Well save!! Your glorious realm in days of yore; Have baset onto second and tomorrow. Seven ol seven thousand of beloved brothers, Hath excuse of mother nest and fly off; Lyke birds in daily breaths are your blood, Hath marry in Low and High by hilltop. wherein many tribes scattered of Big House; Tried to build such told free air? Or call it winter, which, being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish's, more rare. 'Lo! all those trophies of   "Kapo Inkhaan." Out, very out, at the end of a cavern, So spring, Khumba beneath the blue sky, passed! Folk out, Bariam lyke a babe roam  In the pacific bed; Late

Image source: https//www.imagesearch.com When I cry, the world smile When I smile, hurting heart behind the smile. When I happy, they poisoned me When I hurts, they walk away When I love, they hate it When I care for, no one cares  When I run, they block me  When I write, they slay it When I speak, they kill it. When she weeps, the world mourns When I pain, they sing joy When I wish, they steal it When I site, they push it When I rest, they blame it When I sing, they throw it When I sleep, they play When I empty, nobody around me When I climb, they cut it When I pick, thing got heavier When she choose, it more beautiful. Suddenly, I left everything  No one know Nobody can stop this walk Today I left everything  When I die, no one honour the grief When I die, no one knows God only know why. If you like this verse or have anything to share, kindly comment below or write at  bariambredeemson700@gmail.com

Rape law in India Image source: https://www.feminismindia.co/   Rape is the fourth most common crime against women in India .  According to the National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB) 2013 annual report, 24,923 rape cases were reported across India in 2012. Out of these, 24,470 were committed by someone known to the victim (98% of the cases). What is rape?  Rape is a most heinous crime against women usually involving sexual intercourse which is initiated by one or more persons against another person without that persons consent . The act may be carried out by physical force, coercion, abuse of authority or with a person who is incapable of valid consent, such as one who is unconscious, incapacitated, or below Rape Law in India       Indian law treats rape as a criminal offence. It falls under criminal law in India. The Indian Penal Code (IPC- Section 375) defines rape as intentional, unlawful

Grief /Poem Image credit: https//www. image search.com This is how I have dealt  With grief most of my life  sharing it on paper instead of humans It feels safe that way, words don't feign sympathy and paper doesn't stutter It makes the grief feel projected As if happening to another person, Not me, never me, never now As if I am a mere character in a distant story As if the grief will end after the full stop, after the end As if fiction will drown reality And reality seem fictitious  But of late, of late the fiction seems to be a maze A maze I have spent too long in A period longer than forever And now, it is too late to get out of and for human touch. If you like this poem or have anything to share, comment below or write at briambredeemson700@gmail.com

Lady of Prince Image source: https//WWW.imageinu.com If thou know not, O thou fairest amongst women, Thy face with nature's own hand beauty Those lips that love's own hand make  For thy love is better than art. With April's first-born flowers are rare , lo! Thy gentle heart; thyself the rose of sha-on, and lily of valleys. Thou are precious among the lilies, My love look fresh, and death to me subscribes How beautiful are thy eyes as sweet flower O prince's love! O, Let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, My love is fair. Thy lips are like honey, and thy speech is comely, And said unto me...Write! For these love are true and faithful. My beloved is mine, and I am his; Most worthy comfort, now my greatest love, Best of dearest and mine only care. Let her kiss me with the kisses of clean soul, That for myself I praised; Of perfect love being dream. Therefore desire, thou the virgin l

Image source: pinterest My skin is like yours But tinted with a hint of injustice W'all walk the same street, And yet where you step unbothered  I step with my head down In fear that I might be stopped  By our fellow colour Who sentence I should go back to Where I came from. Doubt me, title do they know, I was born into this world  As same as he is! Raised with stars and stripes; I learned our national anthem Alongside their children. I was tough our history, Listened to speeches of tomorrow, Regards the movement of our Freedom struggle. I'm a countryman by blood, not by the colour: It is not my fault, My skin does not reflect your Idea of the ideas subject I will not be put to shame because  Of a stranger on the street refuse to Acknowledge me as one of their own. I'm proud of my background, Comfortable in the skin I live, I'm proud to be Indian Born and raised in the same soil. You and I

Silver Image credit:Pinterest The day I was born, my mother blessed me by kissing 'may every person who's on their deathbed lend you their final heartbeat so you can live longer.' The day I was born my dad  blessed me by saying...son! 'make a bridge of tomorrow  a way to bring out the Best in others.' This was blessing  As well as a curse. The day I was there my heart cry  no farewell words were spoken, no time to say goodbye, you were gone before we knew it. If you like this poem or have anything to share, comment below or write at bariambredeemson700@gmail.com

Image credit: Pinterest Now is the time that face should form another; Those hours that with gentle work did burn. And just not another restless night; It was another falling tear Another broken dream. When you have stolen my mind Another promise to keep, Which the world can't erase, The morning will come as my heart close And I won't feel the sunshine. Ungodly loveliness, why do I killed  Upon myself beauty ask's bootless? Lo, in the orient when the gracious light, When I don't even know my name  When the darkness blinded my eyes. And there are days when I am losing my faith, Because he was not good, When you look back There's exist a wound  In his heart.  If you are interested this verse or have anything to said, descried in comment section below or write at  bariambredeemson700@gmail.com

where's the love in hate? Image source:  https://twitter.com/aloneakash6 "Not all sorts of people are hater, but all hater are sorts of people." Redeemson bryam  Yet, we hate war! we got to war because we love our country. Love and hate are related to each other in a complex manner. It is distinct rather they incompatible experience; they are similar in certain aspects and dissimilar in others. In light of the complex nature of love and hate, it is plausible that when people describe their relationship, they may be referring of each experience.  Yes! love and hate are similar in being directed toward another person because she or he is. In spite of this similarity, the two seem like opposites. Very often we love somsome or them, we want to thrive back. When we hate them we are more likely to wish they would suffer-or at least change who they are. The attachments we built get divided into positive and negative relationships (love and hat

Hatred  Image source:pinterest A. What is hatred?    Hatred is a comparatively stable feeling of intense dislike for another person, entity, or group.     A general subject matter of hatred is a complete negation of humanity of the other person or an inability to believe that the other person has any redeeming qualities HATE and LOVE or any worth. For instance, the extremely strong emotions people feel when going through a divorce or breakup. God tell us in scripture that hate is a heart issue and that someone who hates a brother is a murderer (1 John 3:15). Hate by itself is the emotional high-powered of the ability to sustain long periods of concentration and meditation. It does not require an object to focus on it minors pure love in his respect cutting position attaches, especially in a romantic relationship. Therefore, Hatred or hate is define as human emotion. Hatred could invoke a feeling of animosity, anger or resentment, which can be dir