And one day
I realised that
Sometimes one needs to reach
the threshold of hurt
to make the mind divert
towards better opportunities....

Red roses tickled her nose
as she walked across the plain.
The sun shines as her face glows
and is melting away her pain.

The sky was a majestic blue
which made the roses more vibrant.
The trees were shady as they grew
and shadowed her like a tent.

Her hair golden from the sun
and her dress red like the rose
She sat as nature took its run
and the rose continued to tickle her nose.

A thousand years from now,
there would be no more me.
The streets will be brand new
And civilization will have taken a different dimension.

A thousand years from now,
technology would replace human digestion process.
A thousand years from now,
men of amazing genius will walk on the sky.

A thousand years from now,
Science will repaint the sky.
A thousand years from now,
The world would rewire it's solar system.

A thousand years from now,
would I still be remembered?
A thousand years from now,
Will the grave have curtailed me?

A thousand years from now,
I would still be with you.
A thousand years from now,
My pen will still wipe your tears.

I see beauty in dark places
Like diamonds in a mine
Some gems are rough,
In need of polish
But I hate to see waste
And find potential in all
Some sparkle where, in others,
Elegance may be understated
Personally I like those best
The most valuable treasures in life
Are often those which were hardest to find

New songs
are like lovers
once newly discovered.

When you find them
you'll loop them
and listen unendingly.

Thinking that the newness
they provide
is what perfectly defines
your life as it is.

Yet knowing all along
in the back of your mind
that such feelings wont last
once a few days have past
and the love which you felt
is no more playing back

Yet we loop in our minds
doing no more to define
the true meaning of presence
in another person's life.

Because all feelings will fade
like the end of all days
and Martin Luther was right
when he proclaimed God remains

wanna twist and shout
fist and clout
the silent wrestle
a lapse of consciousness
bereft of science
and hard as metal

black and blue
***** girl, ***** pronoun game
strewing the fate in a storm
of words strung like wire

what do you want?
don’t call me like a woman
and don’t call me one either
you don’t got any other way
to communicate

it’s blame it on anything you don’t got
close the chapter and the verse
with a love curse
an empty ball and chain
because it’s all you and no me