there is something about the night
the dangling of stars
the serene of silence
the ray of Moon lights
its infinity is appealing
its swiftness ‘raveling  
its ignition  is too elegant

It’s all I could give
The parts of me
That are pretty frail
I’d mold me ?‘
Too! Imperfectly
The disease is inflicting
I’d cut me half
Each part my turmoil  
Some broken
Some pleasing
Some forgotten

It’s all I could give
The better of me
The truce of me
In this cold world
Neither forgotten
Neither grieved
It’s all Repellent  

The herd of rejection
My filed was collateral
Yet I was  fractured

In my story I was the protagonist’ a victim of so many brawls . I lost count of being a hero . I wrote a chapter filled with loathed , each word comprised of pain.


The page was my soul ‘
the ink my tears .
He’d reap my narrative
As a flaw to his solemn
Scribbled my fury with a roar
yet I lost count of being my hero

I did love ya!
Love what was us
When life was us
Two birds ‘
swaying to the stars  
This Love is  too! oblivion

Did I choose this ?
Choose to be loved
Yet the feeling is odd
To be kissed yet the thrill is lost
To be touched ‘ yet I am numb
The warmth of silence
Is a cage of despair
In a path to nowhere
My past remains here

my heart sing
My mind wonder
The joys of love
The tales it tell
Of two adorned
With solace within
Tied with him  
Our fate in reach

Love is loving you
Wanting you ‘
Adoring you ‘
For you !
Are whole
Made of warthm
Weaved with kindness
Your soul is  oasis
drifting with beauty