Zen Of Tennis
A racket is neither a sword nor a shield. It is a tool of deception. The art of tennis is to ‘paint’ the ball with
A racket is neither a sword nor a shield. It is a tool of deception. The art of tennis is to ‘paint’ the ball with
Everyone thinks the same Yet no one is really thinking Often they push you to your limit Yet you suppress your anger Perhaps, to make
War has no mercy Like a wounded love, fragments of souls and hearts fly into the abyss War shows no preference Whether young or old,
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Hand in hand our love was so prodigious Upon the prow I've been writing screeds Missing ephemeral walks shape dolorous needs Tearfalls compact my face
Your name was my Shadow. I found refuge Within your voice. Not the need Of a lost soul, But the desire Of a fulfilled woman.
A bird’s milk, ghasam-e Hazrat-e Abbas, A bird’s tail and some human lives! These are a few short phrases and nobody gives a second thought
It was 1980 It had been seven months Since the hostages were taken I was a new comer I was sixteen Going to El Camino
A limerick is a humorous verse form of 5 anapestic lines with a rhyme scheme of A-A-B-B-A. The classic Nantucket Limerick published on June