I don’t know why did we meet? Then chose to be bitter, not sweet I don’t know why did we start? Then chose pain over a joyous heart I don’t know why did we hope? Then chose to walk on a tightrope I don’t know why did we pledge? Then chose to push our luck …
Drifting like an aimless cloud, resembling a soft ball of cotton in the clear, blue sky Moving in no specific direction I feel peaceful Floating like an unmanned raft concurring with the currents of an endless, wild sea Thinking no specific thoughts I feel joyful Hopping like a beautiful butterfly from flower to flower in …
The life I am living seems so unreal, feels like an endless scary toil, as I fight my deep-rooted fears, unable to hold back my tears I pray that my mind adheres and my heart also hears my pleas I fear that my soul is being hoodwinked by my mind …my mean mind that is …
Loving you is difficult Yet it is also most fulfilling In ways that I cannot explain It’s chilling as well as thrilling Understanding you is challenging But it is also quite stimulating Your mysterious ways of expressing Can’t say if you’re leaving…or waiting Knowing you is absorbing And it is also utterly sweeping I’m blissful …
Where am I going? Can’t change the past Can’t foresee the future How can I prevent? Can’t hurt you Can’t avoid hurting you Why am I restless? Can’t reach you Can’t resist you How may I restrain? Can’t cry for you Can’t stop crying for you What should I do? Can’t love you Can’t stop …
As I wander alone in life Wanting to be needed, needing to be loved Willing to belong, longing to be wanted I see the yawning black sky, and its never-ending vastness Mirroring my heart’s emptiness, concealing its beat’s fastness, but revealing my soul’s freeness The universe seems so pointless Millions of stars shining for billions …
I express my deepest, most intense feelings through my poetry. More than me writing poems, they get written. What’s more, once feelings are expressed in poems, they are there forever. Since they have been written down, they transcend time.We read so many poems that were written centuries ago by poets who are long dead. Yet, …
I This silence between us tears me apart slowly “Staying away” from you is killing me wholly I know our love is sacred and our feelings are holy Then why do you suffer? And why do I feel so lowly? II I miss you every moment and each is never-ending Though all seems normal we …
A couple of days ago, I picked up this book, for no rhyme or reason, and then finished reading it over the next 48 hours. No matter how absurd it seems, time and again I have discovered that books end up being read only when the time is right. Although I had a copy for …
A solitary tree ……….romancing a solitary cloud ………………………………………..in the desert ………………………………………..The dry, hot wind ……….is blowing encouraging them to flirt As long as ……….they are prepared to brave ………………………………………..the pain and the hurt ………………………………………..The two lovers ……….can rejoice in the sandstorm’s musical concert