Boil it in the tube, An ink in the pen tube Put the grains of word in the paper ***, stir it well, pour it into the bowl of phrase like HP and NP... So, to feed these orphans, those who lost their giant pens .... Safana's Poetry Kitchen
between edges a sharpest knife stabbed in to the heart and the bloodtears but the knife of love which cut the flesh and the bone When someone make you feel heartbroken
...not a colored but colorful, neither a red nor black like red berry and blackberry... very sweet more than everyberry Sweetest to read and to listen more than every fruitberry
A times, I can feel like a hungry man just I am, a hungry man not for that cooked food but a hungry man of a cooked poetries there in Safana's Poetry Kitchen
Tasty to taste A sweetest taste Like a mixture of nectary alphabets in the jug of imagination pouring in the cup of words, the hand of phrases take it and the mouth of sentences drink a poetry juice
A table of lunch is decorated and the flowers scent is diffuses... Everyone is sat waiting for the lunch plate full delicious poetries from Safana's Poetry Kitchen
Someone's morning is bright but mine is not and is so black... For I haven't see the shadow at my front when I look up to see your brightest face... And my morning again is quite smell for I haven't breathe the sweetest fragrance in you when you came near to me...
I wish the sun which is coming will shine and bright on me and you I wish the noon hours will give us a joyousness I wish the pale evening will look and smile at us I wish the beautiful night will give us chance to sleep
You are not everything But... Everything to me Like a cloud on me when the sun is hot You are an umbrella to me, when it's raining You are my air to breathe when it's anaerobic, you are my leg to locomote when I am crippled, you are my sweet when I taste it bitter, you are my positive when I am negative And... You are my everything When I am nothing
The air breathes oxygen And nitrogen is minimal The hydrogen is unique Like a cell in the living And proton in the nuclear And neutron in the atom And electron on the orbit
As, the love in the heart from the brain is dopamine When the retina scanned... is a something like beauty on the skin and the heart And the neurons take a pulse To the every pore in the body
Lacking money is not a poverty but insufficient value and core from moral angles which disallowed a person to motivate his mind to capacitate... And, no matter how richest you are you will never buy a happiness or sadness because they all natural phenomena
...and the giant wall gave way, in the crowd no one to yell, the children and those who can't be able walk will be no more... in the absence of the hand touch from family and friends ...
I am awake... In the midnight a hunger like I am I enter my kitchen no food to cook and all dried but a pen on the the dinner table and the book on the the shelf...
The greatest kitchen ware in a poetry kitchen is a pencil, it's a sharpest to cut and slice alphabets into pieces of words, on a papers to make a bunch of phrases and the crates of sentences and Beautiful book of poetries from the poetry chef ...
Hello poetry is a house Safana is a kitchen in the Hello poetry house where cooking, frying, baking, roasting, toasting and poetry drying are taking place
Water boils at 99 +1°C In the kitchen on cooker But poetry tend to boil at unknown °C in the poetry kitchen unless the readers specified the boil of the poetry in its boiling *** in Safana Poetry Kitchen (SPK)
A tasty alphabets are prepared and healthy words are blended in the kitchen phrase are toasted and sentences are well cooked in Safana's Poetry Kitchen
In the morning Everyone is breaking the fast with sweet some it's a bitterness... some, it's not a sweet or a bitter in the kitchen But, on a round table
When we fall down We may be fractured And, later we will recover... But If we fall in love Our heart will be fractured so that it's a broken... And, broken scars shall remain in the heart forever if the addiction of love is addicted