this idea is encrypted
if these words were pieces of a jigsaw
where will i put "anxiety"", happiness"
to decipher .
my tender scream slicing the air ,
signals the end of agony,
cutting of the cord is a punctuation.
what is left you can complete'
nurturing is a jigsaw piece that fits nuture.
cherish the rapture , for we can only live but once.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
the criminal love made me,
started as a faithful emotion,
that i acted and expressed,
not through the mind but the heart.
however through your mind you decided
to uproot my heart and now i am a heartless being.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
first of all i unblock the reading block.
then i unblock the writers block,
that i feel heavy in my chest
the rest is the monk in me exposed
to write dailies on all sorts of matters.
this aspiration i am declaring
will be re-written by monks hand
i can feel flow of the monk,
like Geoffry Chaucer reincarnated
modern day Canterbury Tales, i will write
on my poetry pilgrimage .
i am an aspiring poetry monk
i foresee a poetry monk,
who will invent and reinvent words
for poetic stories to be told infinitely
like numbers.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC