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Still I rise – Maya Angelou – Poetry

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


Poetry Day

I was too shy to say anything but Your poems are so beautiful.

What kinds of things, feelings, or ideas inspire you,

I mean, outside the raw experiences of your life?

He turned a strange crosshatched color

as if he stood in a clouded painting, and said, Thanks,

but no other phenomena intrude upon my starlit mind.


I see you are wondering what this is all about. Don’t mind

me, I’m talking to myself again. Yes, poetry is nice and often beautiful,

yet it doesn’t beget much attention, money, or even a simple thanks

for placing the best words in the best order. That’s when I forget all about your

incessant demands, and the restless subject leaps the stream in Technicolor—

until the Remembrancer appears and says, Stop this wasteful life.


Doctor, lawyer, thief. These fancies of yours could cost a life

or worse, two. Meanwhile, he perceives my gifted body upholding my mind

as I’m explaining my stuff on the Unicorn Tapestries, cheeks starting to color,

feathers ruffling, quiet shudders. He shrugs, Your content sounds too beautiful

but I’d like to read it sometime. Okay. He says all the right things, like I love you

Hyacinth Girl. Things get interesting until the sudden blow: Thanks


For the memories. What I’ll think seeing his new work in The New Yorker is Thanks

for nothing, asshole, as he drops me for that prolific pastoral life

with his wife upstate. The more I think about it, it all depends upon your

phantom attention. Surely a world embroiders itself in one’s mind

at any moment, words resounding, ardent present clarifyingly beautiful

And beautifully truthful. You know? Here I should put in a lapis color


Or a murky midnight blue. Or have the crowd stagger by in a riot of color

pinning down the helpless beast with spears and ritualistic thanks

to their gods. What one really wants to get at is the real, the eternally beautiful

like The White Album or something. That’s what makes one perilous life

worth living. All the brute indifference, humiliation, and failure can put one in the   


to give up, freak out, kill somebody, heart battered, so mastered. Oh you


Wherever I go, on the subway, in my cubicle, at play, in sleep, it’s always you

of the air, overpowering my senses like a Dutch master in one pure color,

its fiction at full speed, walls breaking, a clarity panorama for the mind

hunting for meaning and finding it at last! Now look at all the work I did, and not

            one thanks

Not even flowers. Off you rush to watch him accept another award in that life

We can only dream of. From where you sit it all seems so beautiful


And I finally understand you. For that I can’t express enough thanks

As the subject is the best color for me in the difficulty of this lonely life.

It’s always caught up in my mind, what could be more beautiful.






From Love , Lust to Breakup!

Falling in love is magical. We all human have built-in tendency to fall in love. But the question is why do we fall in love? And the answer is we want to be effective. Effective being at relationships requires that we do love. Love is the way in which we use to drag a person from sky to our lap.


Be Intelligent and Kind!  I think most of us believe we need to be beautiful or attractive so that someone love us but thats not true. The most needed components for letting anybody love you are  ‘Intelligence‘ and ‘Kindness’. It has been observed in many surveys that attractive peoples are more prone to breakups and the most common reason is that he/she has more chances for making relationships with others and have always welcoming arms waiting for them. Beauty kills!! 🙂


Chemical Changes when we fall in love When we are in love our dopamine and serotonin level increases that causes loss of appetite. There is one more element called ‘oxytocin’ or in simple english ‘Hormone of Love’. When this hormone gets activated in our brain we start to feel that we are caught in love- fire and this whole world seems magical, musical and amicable.


Lust is another thing: Lust is another thing. In lust testosterone level uses to be at higher side all the time in both male and female. This change urges both male and female to come closer and closer and closer..


How we choose our lover? In our sub-consciousness we all have a checklist or criteria to select our lover. For example, my lover should have xyz type body structure, blue eyes, or she should be blond, her lips will be like Angelina Jolie :D. And on the contrary girls can idealise tom cruise or me for selecting their lover.

English: Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt at the C...
English: Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt at the Cannes film festival (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Whenever their sub-consciously selected criteria matches in reality, they fall in love. Probably thats why we know the term ‘ Love in First Sight’. Those people who have a criteria predominantly based on physical attractions fall easily on first sight. But those who have some other criteria like the girl he will fall in love would be highly educated, mannered, of his religion. They will take time in falling in love.


Breakups  People also use to suffer if they lost their love, in shape of breakup or death. They think that his/her partner was the only person in the world who used to comply his/her criteria. But thats not true as well, there are many people in this huge populated world who can have such qualities your ex had. Take a breath and start the journey again. Its far better to be optimist than to feel depressed or deprived.


Love- Man Vs Woman Man and woman use to take ‘Love’ Differently, for man love is not that complicated as compare to woman. Woman use to think at more facets like she can compromise with a man’s being less attractive if he has a full wallet. Because woman needs security and surety that she is going to gift herself to the person who can easily bear her burden and can take care of their children.


Your Experience/ Opinion? Have you ever been in love? Lets know how was your experience.

Don’t Walk Away

Don’t walk away
See I just can’t find the right thing to say
I tried but all my pain gets in the way
Tell me what I have to do so you’ll stay
Should I get down on my knees and pray

And how can I stop losing you
How can I begin to say
When there’s nothing left to do but walk away

I close my eyes
Just to try and see you smile one more time
But it’s been so long now all I do is cry
Can’t we find some love to take this away
‘Cause the pain gets stronger every day

How can I begin again
How am I to understand
When there’s nothing left to do but walk away

See now why
All my dreams been broken
I don’t know where we’re going
Everything we said and all we done now
Don’t let go, I don’t wanna walk away
Now why
All my dreams been broken
Don’t know where we’re going
Everything begins to set us free
Can’t you see, I don’t wanna walk away

If you go, I won’t forget you girl
Can’t you see that you will always be
Even though I had to let you go
There’ nothing left to do
Don’t walk away