Much has been said
against me
however,
I will not be spiteful
or allow hatred,
the beast of darkness
that resides
in the black jungles
of arrogance
and ignorance,
to infect me;
for that is no reason
to give way to anger.
So I refuse to let anger
ugly my heart;
for anger
is the scorpion’s poison
of peace
and love, it’s sunlight.
I choose light
contentment and happiness,
as poetry’s not a contest
of winners or losers;
it is the essence
of a poet’s soul.

there is still
space
for love in your
sadness.

I will love you not just on 14th of February;
Or on your birthday;
Or even on any special day of your life.

I'll just wait for you when you get out of office;
Fetch you, ask you "how have been your day?"
Tap your head and say:
"It's just a bad day, not a bad life"
'Cause you have me & your family;

I'll smile and laugh with you when you're happy;
I'll listen to you when you're sad.
I'll be the funniest clown in town.
I'll be the best singer you want.

I could be your food buddy, even coffee you love.
I could be the photographer in every place you've been.
I could be your diary or journal of your whole life, that I want.
I could be everything, for you to feel my love.

Gorgeous is the woman
with storms in her eyes,
a bruised soul
and many scars
but still dares to open up,
to trust with her heart
and fall in love
that is a woman
who bleeds stardust
and cries
tears of pure love….

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

I can't fix your hope
if its shattared or broke
Can't change where you've been,
where you're at
or where your going.
If you decide to be taken
by ocean or pavement
needles in the basement
or another definitive arrangement
I can't stop you,
though I hope you'll pull through
perceive a different view
find a strength within you.
Life's got more to give
but you've gotta
build your own  bridges
to reach where it is.
I can't do this for you,
but I'll be here if you need me too
even if it's just to shoot the breeze or to lean on

The perfect world
Would be one
Without the idea
Of perfection