*this poem is a blank page
it's only need for words
are to hold it in place
it has come to the point
where all i have to say
can fit in a poem
that is a blank page*
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
It is a sure sign
That you have been hurt
One too many times
When someone
Is genuinely kind to you
And you do not know
How you are
Supposed to feel.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
The moon is now bright and full
showering silver romance,
to the leaves of tree so dull.
A cricket humming his chants
deep in meditation behind
the dark unknown shrub's branch.
Somewhere in a nest, a hatchling can't sleep
letting out feeble hunger cries
her mother did not fetch enough to feed.
While on my walk, I see those eyes
hiding behind a trunk, peeping
I assure it safety, I know may be lying
Night is the time for them to be,
struggling to enjoy independence and security
this unending night leading them to the unknown
what will remain I wonder at the crack of dawn.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
*The supreme painter paints
on his canvas
drops of rain
while I sit by the window
and stay amazed
by the strokes of his brush
trying to reduce my pain.*
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC