If I touch you Tell me immediately I want to know your inner Motions That make those desires That turn your metaphors Into emotions Love can't be grasped But, I guess I have the concept Abreast Life's loss is found in the souls of many loved ones Life cannot be framed in the right words So, stumble over yourself And get that girl you always wanted She'll pick out the right sentence You will not have to worry about speaking the right words Have you ever been in love? My love It's like looking into a mirror And imagining the day never ends Kind of like looking through the window Of your eyes And not having to look at my insecurities In the textures of your soul
Love defies formula, it borders on insanity and spirituality, No matter how slim the chances, one you meet the love of your life, you might just end up creating something that may outlast your lifetime
When painting one does not think When writing one does not imagine Of how imprisoned their souls can be When we imagine of vast scapes Of Seas We realize there are only a few Fish in the sea Meant for us to catch That's a catch to life I'd love to say I have a catchphrase For every time I stumble on my obstacles Then I remember it was deja vu That I came to find my mistakes Like thousand splendid suns Nurturing a million flowers For the billion bees in synergy
Love came like a hurricane, we just a paper plane.
Girls are beautiful Men are boys Flowers are meant for innocence Love is like a rising sun Meant me and you Imagine if the setting sun Was much more romantic When we were washed by the pain Of a thousand setting suns and awashed seas
You learn more from ten days from agony than ten years of content.
Music of the soul Grey areas of the heart All live in coexistence I look up at the rain The shadows exist in the sun Of our great days In our better days We were people Loved and cherished By girls that aged beautifully
Art has ways to explore You may be in dire need But when it comes to art You explore In foreign cities Sitting under yellow city lamps Losing your way in the metro But when it comes to art You explore Tokyo is such a place I wish to visit When I'm out of money I explore When it comes to sketching Your grace Your face Your exotic charms Make me clap my hands And change my pallette My love for the city has never changed When the people degrade for their ruin Get better by the years The years change Tokyo I need to dream about you And explore Hello people How's the sunshine In this cold weather Love has traces of a past I can't recollect But when it comes to loving women and friends It's the same Just like Tokyo dreaming
This' heart's a jukebox Darling buds of may If you love him Clap your hands If you know you hate him too You love him Clap your hands If you can't get enough There'll nothing left share If you don't love him Then dump him If you can, Polly...
Polly (The Poem)
Love can be annoying But, annoying can be lovely Women You are beautiful Look at a mirror Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. That's a true reflection.
A clock tells you the time. A poem tells you the rhyme. A ladder of poetry tells you to climb