forgetting to notice
the freshness of rain on his skin.
a hug.
the heat of a coffee cup on his raw palm.
a smile given by a stranger.
the air.
a set of loving lips that wrestle his.
a man on a ledge
neglects simple pleasures
and looks down at the asphalt.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
*Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise
They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole
But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell
Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared
Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again*
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 7:25 PM UTC
*The possibility of the unknown
Is like a fruit yet to be tasted
either sweet or sour
unknown it will be
Until & unless dared to be tasted
for knowing its richness
for a better insight
of the soul!
– 28/06/2017*
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
I can't love you
In the way that I want to
And that kills me.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
we are ticking time bombs
but when we explode
we are fireworks
creating something beautiful
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC