The sun kissed the horizon,
The waves-the shore.
The winds kissed my hair,
But I...
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
She could be hurtfully apathetic;
**** she was a poet.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
He gave you his heart.
You broke it,
and gave him a poem.
Bless You for your treachery.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
You say you love me.
When old age takes over,
And I can't move as fast;
Tell me THEN- you love me.
When my lips aren't as soft,
Nor my hips as shapely;
Tell me THEN- you love me.
When my ears dim, and no longer
Can I hear your whispers;
Shout out THEN- you love me.
When I won't have much to give
But my soft, hazy glances;
Tell me THEN- you love me.
But till THEN, don't say-
Only show me you love me.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 5:27 AM UTC
I tried.
I tried to keep away from words.
But every now and then I find myself stealing (reading).
Yesterday, I read:
*The heart will find a way to reach what it loves,
however hard the mind tries to hinder.*
Then I tried to keep away from you, too.
But every now and then I find myself stealing.
Alas! the heart found that ****** way.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
She wakes up with a start-
Tacit fear in her eyes.
Another nightmare-but I know
That a hug would suffice.
Holding her in my arms I think
Of the first time I’d held her.
Holding her in my arms I think
It might the last time- I shiver.
This makes her look up
To see if I were fine
And lift the weight of her hand-
Tangled in pipes and wires- and place it in mine.
I hold back the silent tear
And the muffled cry.
Helpless, my girl, how helpless!
I can’t save you whatever may I try.
The sanitised scent makes me
Furious at this unfair game.
This tender age-an unblossomed flower
Plucked by the disease with no name.
I know you feel what I do
Child, as you look through your hair’s net,
Because the last words you utter before sleeping-
“Mama, I don’t wanna go yet.”
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
In the poet’s mind
Are a thousand whirlwinds
Of thoughts.
Distinct, creative, powerful-
Thoughts that can change
Your perception of
All there is.
In the poet’s mind
There is love – fierce love.
Love that will crush you-
Hold you tight, so tight
You have no room for
Anything but love.
Love, that’ll make you glow.
In the poet’s mind
There is as tender a care
As the soft clouds on an Autumn morn.
Care that will gently kiss
Your eyes and plant in them
Visions, dreams, fantasies.
Care, that’ll lift you.
In the poet’s mind
There is forgiveness
So thorough, it will put you
To shame.
Forgiveness so intensely intended
To forgive that
It’ll set you free.
In the poet’s mind
There is passion- edgy, fulfilling.
Passion that’ll keep you on your toes.
Such passion brimming, overflowing,
Shameless, intoxicating.
Passion so vivid, so real
It makes it almost too easy to let go.
In the poet’s mind
A bird brings hope,
Winds bring change,
Rains bring memories,
Moonshine brings horror,
Snow brings dreams,
And you-
You bring poetry (life).
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
That’s the thing with us poets.
We fall in love too hard.
We get the worst heartaches.
And we still romanticise it.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
Dancing to the sound
of your heart,
I realised my feet
had not been touching the ground beneath.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Wistful eyes.
Words yet left unsaid.
Ink splatters.
Incomplete poems.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC