Every night I sit down, To write about you. As the moon shines, the stars glitter and the sky with its scars watch me; As if, an artist was about to paint a masterpiece. I sit down, and think. But I fail to write. Not because I don't have the words, But because it wouldn't… Continue reading Every night I sit down…
Tag: Love
That golden sky…
I turned the page, It read something strange... " ... It is a chaos, When the thunder performs; But whatever it is, It's always a beautiful storm. So maybe in another life, I'll make you stay; But for this time, my warmth is in that sun's ray! " I stood in silence, Beneath a shattered… Continue reading That golden sky…
Among that silence…
Have you ever tried to listen silence Amidst the soft wind or the roaring waves, Beneath the light of the shining stardusts; Or within those souls made of flames. It tells us beautiful tales, The things which were left unsaid; Those letters which were torn and burnt, And some which still remain unread. It's that… Continue reading Among that silence…
Within his eyes…
He had wonderful eyes. Not the type which drowns you in, But the type which makes you feel a little more alive. The ones which look cold; But deep inside, give warmth. They were beautiful. They made me feel beautiful. But beneath those eyes, I could see emotions, Or the things which he never told.… Continue reading Within his eyes…
Who do I love more…!?
"...Who do you love more: Mom or Dad?" This is what I was asked, when I was a kid; I would shrug my shoulders as each child would have did. It was my innocent mind, And this little heart being kind; Got a bit confused and bewildered, Still asked "Both of them! Can this be… Continue reading Who do I love more…!?
The irony of love
"Always?" She asked. "Forever." He said. How strange: We want a forever, In a world that has an ending. We want to be loved, Knowing our heart would be broken... Yet once again. So there then she lies, A little blur in her eyes; With a scar of her past, It's the memories which only… Continue reading The irony of love
Beautiful, but strange…
I don't miss him, I miss the person I thought he was. Everything was so beautiful, but strange. Somewhere beneath his smile, And with just a shine in his eyes; I still remember the unbroken ties. From his promises and laughters, To the warmth of his soul; The depth of his voice and him as… Continue reading Beautiful, but strange…
I call her “My Mum”
It all started in her lap that day, When I cried and she smiled away; Close to her heart, she held me there To give a glimpse of life and a touch of care. She was the one with a hand to lend; Right from our start, down till her end; Her love being like… Continue reading I call her “My Mum”
Finding Nepenthe!
And then it all started to fall apart but... There's a thing about pain It demands to be felt; Not just from one, but the whole human belt. You don't get to choose if you get hurt But you have some say in who hurts you with this dirt. Cheers to people who fear no… Continue reading Finding Nepenthe!
Feel the Poetry 