In ur eyes...In ur mind,
Love is being drawn
Even if we're far apart
Even if we're hidden
U filled my eyes..
U filled my hearts,
becz I keep thinking of u...
Close ur eyes...
Open up ur heart,
N feel the Love..
Even if I can't catch u,
Even if I can't hug u...
Still my love is u,
becz I keep thinking of u...
U beat in my heart...
U sleep in my nights,
Even if we fight,
Even if we cry...
Ur smile is all,I needed
becz I keep thinking of u...
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
At Night...
when dark would
utter bout my fears..
and when my beats stops,
Will u be my Spark?
To guard me out through the fear.
At Day...
when life would
be numb due to..
memories so alive,
Will u be my Charm?
To absorb the bitterness
of my Life.
At Home,
when the walls will
remind me of ur face...
holds the image of urs,
Will u be my Wish?
To help me grant a moment with u.
At Death,
when my soul will
heed for ur name...
and my tears will be dry,
Will u be my Bed?
To help me sleep peacefully ever.
Rather,
Again at Night when
dark talks bout fear...
I'll discover u in words
and enfold in my rhymes
to utter u million times...
without asking u,
Will u be my Poem?
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
Yes it is weird...
As U saw me but I never turn up
becz my Eyes can't handle
those charmin' gaze of ur Stars.
Yes it is weird...
As u felt me but I never sensed u
becz my Body can't handle
those slushy whiff of ur Soul.
Yes it is weird...
As u still won't let go but I never let u hold
becz my Hands can't assist
those pleachy finger of ur Shape.
Yes it is weird...
As we met as strangers yet to be nobody
becz my Heart can't resist
those nourishin' lure of ur Core.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
With trembling legs i boarded the bus,
Looking at the monsters around me...
Taking the corner seat,
Lost myself in the cover of book....
I m gonna write in years,
Legs denied the initial step....
But the gentle hand holds my hand,
Taking my fear away...
To Mary-Go-Round & See-Saw,
Charm started flooding my face...
N so i made the cover of my book,
Day by day shivering legs got stronger..
Monsters now seems to be human,
N corner seat faded away...
As tiny-tot reforms to be kid,
Every new day was an adventure....
To write down a new chapter.
Jumping to school from kindergarten,
Slowly playgrounds enlarged..
From See-saw to indoors,
Mary-go- round to outdoors....
Alphabets become theories...
Lovely rhymes turned out,
To scientific logic ...
Brain has increased,
Memory is still in childhood..
N this took me to new phase,
A new chapter of my book.
Learning in this phase....
Numeral hands help me to grow,
Guide my through my path...
Taught me to live,
Embracing the happiness...
I made memories with them,
Print them in My heart...
Making another superb chapter.
Visualising the decline..
In length of smooth road,
Adventure seems to...
Be scattered n different,
But still with hope to be together...
I give the full stop,
To be best gift ever.."My School Days".
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
Opening wings with dreams in eyes...
U were chasing the life in the skies,
Cutting the path through clouds...
Hassling around within the crowd,
U melt me to be thyself.
Tracking the light...
You discover the knight,
Breaking the bones of grief...
U choose to feel relief,
As u melt down to be thyself.
Punching the dark shadow...
Glitters help you outglow,
Unlocking the hidden soul...
U scroll through to achieve goal,
As u melt down to be thyself.
Achieving the new bonds..
You rise thyself from the ground,
Bypass the self healing...
Crystalline body is all you feeling,
As u melt down to be thyself.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
Poetry is naked,
That hides desire...
and shuffle the dreams,
letting you discover the Estates.
Poetry is a beauty...
That drinks in hope,
And melts the skin...
Leaving the sad gloomy eyes.
Poetry is Friend...
Which arrives with Love,
Grows with pain...
And work as bandages once we broke.
Poetry is a walk...
Wandering around the house...
And suddenly you see,
You are far from home.
Poetry is chaos...
The combat within your mind,
And fuss inside the heart...
Speaking the language of soul.
Poetry is a rhyming...
Lacing the words and feeling,
Seeking the home awithin someone...
To walk Serene and Unannounced.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
Do u remember
There was a Night,
That had You,Me and
The Dazzling Star
And a whole Twilight to fall.
Do u remember
There was a Dream,
That had You,Me and
The Colorful Brushes
Which adds beauty to the Story.
Do u remember
There was a Trip,
That had You, Me and
The Lonely Walk while
we talk bout the life we lived.
Do u remember
There was an Argument,
That had You,Me and
The decision as to
Who is the Ideal Idiot.
Do u remember
There was a home,
That had You,Me and
The memories we cherished
Holding the hard hands together.
Tell me now...
Do u remember
There was a Morning,
That had You,Me and
the Unknown Us.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC