Today,
A friend... A close friend,
Fell in love in such a way,
Her sorrows flew away ,
She unites with her lover,
and she blooms like a flower,
But.........,
I fear that,
One day She will forget me,
Like many before her have,
Love is a blessing,
But for others,
Their lives it may be messing,
She is gone,
I do not know,
Why i feel so jealous,
Why do i fell so sad,
She was a friend..... A close friend,
For maybe,
I had something for this friend,
Deep within the abyss of my heart,
Or maybe our friendship comes to an end!

Modern generation,
Creation of virtual reality,
But to me it seems like a fatality,
To human,
Why do we need this virtual world,
To make fairy worlds look real,
To experience something,
That can never be real?,
When i was a child,
Even i saw a world,
That could never be mine,
Even i could see clouds swirl and curl,
But i never used virtual reality,
I used my imagination,
The key for creation,
Why do we need fake stimulated worlds,
When u can create one in your head,
And travel it,
Expand it,
U can do whatever you want,
They may turn into dreams,
In your mind,
Any image you can beam,
Human imagination,
Is stronger than any creation,
Then why do we succumb,
To virtual reality,
Or is it humans have lost their imagination ,
And is heading for fatality

When i think about love,
Or watch it in a movie,
Or feel it in a song that's lovely,
I remember.........,
Remember the time,
When i was never lonely,
I could face life boldly,
I was fearless,
I was complete,
I remember,
Waking up to a text,
Saying good morning,
And that gives me the reason,
To wake up every morning,
I remember,
Every night,
I get a text,
After a bustling day,
On bed i lay,
And read,
"i love you" with a red heart,
It stings like a dart,
And i melt,
And all my problems have been dealt,
But then i remember...,
U are not here for me,
When i need u the most,
I sit here under a tree,
All weak and lonely,
I don't want to eat,
I am not complete,
Anger consumes me,
Emotions blind me,
Tears sting my eyes,
And i say to myself,
"i was stupid to believe",
And then i see her again,
With teeth as white as doves,
And i scream away,
This is what happens,
When i think of love!

There was a man,
Over the age of 40,
His dress was bland,
A shirt, a coat,
And pleated pant,
He stood on a bridge,
Overlooking the sea,
And was admiring it's beauty,
He stood there gazing across,
And wondering what mystery,
Lay beneath,
After a while its been,
Came along a boy,
No older than 17,
Teary eyed the boy stood,
With anger,
Consuming his mood,
The man made eye contact with the boy,
And saw a look in the boy's eyes,
A look with which he was familiar,
A look meaning the end was near,
A look..... Lost in the early years,
The boy looked away,
Into the sea,
This world he wanted to leave,
His body was trembling,
His fingers twitching,
The man read fear,
And hatred in the boy,
The man walked towards the boy,
And hugged him,
On his face was teary joy,
Somebody saved him,
Somebody cared,
The man held on,
Until the boy left him,
The boy left the man,
And walked away,
His spirits awaked,
The man continued looking at the sea,
This time wondering about with a sigh,
The biggest mystery,
Mystery of life!

I write poems because,
Poets are the people,
Who understand how i feel,
How it is like to love,
To lose it,
I write my madness,
Craziness,
Faithfulness,
And like many artists,
My loneliness,
Poets don't criticize,
Like the rest of the world,
They may smile,
Or cry reading,
But never be leaving,
An insult,
Because they understand,
They know the pain,
They feel it,
When i have a problem,
I have no one to share with,
No friends,
Not siblings,
Definitely not my family,
I turn to poetry,
I can write what i want,
I write what i feel,
I write out my troubles,
Rhyming words,
In small thought bubbles,
And crying inside,
No one to sit beside,
No one to hold,
Everything is cold,
Poetry is the only thing,
Keeping me alive,
it helps me survive!

I have heard about losing lovers,
I know about it,
It's like a flower losing colour,
And It happens,
What I did not know,
Is losing a friend,
Chatting and calling them "bro",
But in the end,
They never needed me,
I was just a follow along nobody,
They were my best friends,
And now they don't care for me,
Even if the world ends,
Losing a lover,
Is like a flower with no colour,
Losing a friend,
Is like a dying flower,
Wilted and bent!

I kneel by the sea,
And pray to Poseidon,
"Send me a girl" I say,
A girl bright as the sun,
A girl who has fun,
A girl who will forgive me,
For all I have done,
Soon as I speak these words,
From the water,
Flies the birds,
From the water,
A figure walks out,
She has crystal blue eyes,
Hair like waves,
A flowing dress,
She was a gods bless,
Her name was mercy,
Mercy is what I need,
In my life,
Mercy,
The girl who,
Rose out of the sea,
Mercy is what I need,
From life.