They glanced at the paper and  questioned my love for a poem..
love? The peace it yields , how do I unfold  thee...?
I glanced at my ink and sank deep in my brood
For more than a lover for me was my poetry...

Cuz' i write for my  urge to be heard in a crowd..
And The yearn to be seen on my own .
For The thought of loyalty my ink would offer
And to cherish the love my paper has forever shown.

When the tears diffuse with the ink
And I adorn my pain on the page
When  meant to be forgotten creates an unforgettable memory,
That's when the fragile paper breaks the toughest cage.

And the moment I realise  that the world's not bright enough to light my days
And that , no being on this earth could ever hold my tears
That's the time I hold my pen and bleed the words
And my paper, listens to me better than  rest  all the earthly ears.

The beings would live with you but leave you lone
the ink paper would love you even in your solitude
And so a writer stabbed by the world when  returns home
Yearn his carmine blood to be ink blued.

When the squeals of the world inside Slaves the heart mind and soul
The whispers of words sets them free
No ponder her verses carry her life
And  more than a lover for a poet is her poetry.

The page of the book I read
Was the moment I just breathed.
Ohh I know not  how to react  upon this
This is something need to be quickly siezed.

The most startling  affair if I tell thee...
Would you believe me my friend?
That I began writing it with my dainty fingers
And I was writing it till the very end!

Days wore and so did the years
Not a page has been repeated ever
what my eyes read is exactly what my soul once lived
The universe trapped me in my own  recto - versos , how clever!

Off my misery! This is too late now!
When I ran into an epiphany, my hands are ready to reword it,
But my fate doesn't allow
The time has come, sudden aches tortures the psyche and heart
My body and my soul are slowly getting apart ..

Saying this he lived  his lasts,
As the last page of the book flipped , his pains had come to an immortal rest
The epilogue portrayed his body and the beloved once cried
the book of his life had  finished and the old man on his deathbed had finally died!!

The lord made the cosmos
Then he made you
The next he created me
nd then, designed the fate for us two

He created the nebulas, and the enormous skies
But failed to call them the holiest
After he created your eyes

He devised the moon , added it's charm on your face,
And painted your soul with the sunshine of the newly made sun
He must've  giggled when among all three,
he made you the prettiest one!

Then, when he realised,
More than the pearls in the blue, he made your admirers,
The purest among your swains, he sent thee
Then as he blurted the planets to  praise the sun,
For you, he created me!

And then, finally when he held the ink
And began writing our destiny,
I think He chose us to meet and  dart in the seek of each other
Until that very cosmos strike us with the epiphany.

And then what I feel, the lord played clever!
He whispered the truth in my ears ,
so my psyche could grasp the  agony of the core
when my eyes glance at thee,
He left me to yearn and wander till the day,
When the adorer of the universe knows,
That the lord created the cosmos for you and me.

Within a black there's always a white
Within all white there's certainly a black
That's why I say the world's gray
And this epiphany is a mind crack

The world is a coin with two sides
Calms - fears,  loss - wins , sets and rise
The poor mortal, bound to focus on just one at a moment
His focused vision is the cause of his lifelong cries.

In the confusion of praising the sun or to adore the moon
Beings ignore the glory of evening skies
When the time calls, their agonies curtain their ears
And later the sillies cry , " the  time flies"

You win and reach on the 9th cloud,
But that's even the worse astray
Cuz' the one who flies up comes down with double velocity
It's The universal law , as they say .

And even if you sink deep in your darkness
It'll be against gravity to return on your land
So better you balance above the ground
Cuz' at the end everyone would diffuse into the same sand .

And still when the world is called unjust,
It's the fairest of all I say,
It's the  man   gaffing to ignore the black in white and white in black.
Cuz'  initially, the world is gray .