If you look into my heart, you'll cry
the brilliance that keeps it whole hides when you get too close.
Each piece with a different tale, my heart is an erratic choir
echoing the blues dining with love.
Yet with you, echoes of ecstasy emanate from my heart,
forging a beat, from my litter
As though love knew it'd wrong me,
with you as her gift to me.
I am a worrier ,one of light
playing with stone and might
in life's cradle,
in a jungle of emotions with only but my pride to cuddle.
I strike with my halo,
to darkness saying hello.
Have never give'n to the 'bliss' he bestows on seekers,
but the feeling is no longer as good.
My heart whispers the secret garden to my my mind,
and I wonder what's like to given to the temptation.
Mortal to our own thoughts and broken by the eyes of the world, tread softly because oh, the earth is delicate and quite selfish with its secrets
Tame me with the gaze of your eyes
Shield me from the cold world with the
warmth of your smile.
When I was young
the lens to my eyes was stained in rainbows
the world was colourful and
life, a rainbow pie.
As I grow up,the stains wash off
and I realise,my lens was never colourful
for every time I awake, the hue is further from my sight
For every time I want a rainbow pie,
life reminds me I'm not yet there.
Live ,young and alive...don't let life happen to you...it happens for you
I was in that moment,
When the small space around me
Nurtured the esteem in me,
Breeding under the shade,
Waiting to knock down
The gates of my insecurities,
Feeding on hope ,it grew
an astonishing being it became,
the eyes that made her notice me
The fragrance that lead her
Into my hands.
Once introvert__now extrovert___
Who to blame!
Cutting through hard walls
As a knife through butter
That new feeling
Leads you to places, see faces,
Before you know it
It's no longer YOU
It's You because of her.
Life is a limbo of crippled dreams
waiting for the fire in them to be ignited
But in solitude they shall remain,
their wings will grow big_bigger
but will never kiss the sky,
For the dream keeper knows not
what they can do
Follow your dreams
Words are forged from the fire of the soul,
Brought to life by streams of emotions
bursting from the heart
In harmony they dance, telling the
different pieces of art painted by the
When you write, different words
Seem ,in one accord, to come together
As though attempting to
fulfill a puzzle of mystery
And when you're done
These words tell tales from
Hidden places with in us,
Saying not a word.