You are the sunlight that shines through the window
and the stars that light up the night
You are the soft grass beneath our feet,
the baby bird that rests in the nest
You are the quiet mouse in the corner,
but then again you’re the happy frog on the lilipad

Did you know that you’re that diamond in the ring,
that wish upon a star
You are the sweet scent of fresh air
and the huge waves of the ocean
You are the lullaby that is sung to a child,
the leaves that fell from the tree during fall

Listen, You are not the newly blossomed flowers
or the moon that stays in the sky
There's just no way that you could be
that amazing horizon every morning
or the cool summer breeze

I am trying to tell you that i am that smile on your face
and You will always be the sunlight that shines
through the window
and stars that will light up the night,
well…..you light up my night, always

she laughs a thousand laughs,
but inside,
she dies a thousand deaths.

Does it matter that I exist?
Somewhere beyond hope,
Where the air hangs thin.

Does it matter? When I hide myself
behind a mask
and that mask
inside a box
and that box in a shadow
too dark to be found,
Or noticed?

Does it matter that I wait
a torn canvas in the rain?
Waiting for the brush to hit home and hit hard.
So numb I forget to feel the pain.

Does it matter? When the wounds have healed and you’ve moved on.
But the scars remain.
Name forgotten,
I don’t have to pretend.
The cracked eyes and whisky smile hide who I am.

Dedication to hello poetry..
Feel your emotions,
Live true your passions,
I will give My whole life to you
I believe that you're my talent station
To you I offer every best of my letters
I believe that you will value it.

I want to share my whole of my creativity with you,
For me to show that my talent is true
I want to hold you in my words
And show to everyone here is also a new life.                  
what a beautiful life is this....to be continued...

People walk past and come around
So you think I’d never be lonely
But I’m stuck behind this glass

It’s easy to seem like its okay inside
You’d think it was obvious
From the other side

Now I’m painting these invisible walls
With the pain inside
Hoping things will change
If they can’t see inside

But I’m paralyzed, not by fear
Or anger
Or my rattled mind

Indifference has crept in
But people still don’t see
It haunting me
Through these glass halls

And I’m trying my best
But the paint
Just isn’t sticking

Now these glass walls
They’re just spattered messes
And invisible dead ends

And they see transparency
But I’m trapped
Behind these glass walls

Do you remember when love was uncomplicated
Hand-holding, lonely fingers grasping,
Longingly, perfecting their grip?

And do you remember the honeymoon
Highs, up and up, dizzily clambering up,
Exploring new horizons?

And do you remember, precisely, when love emerged,
From clouds of chalked up experiences,
Foreboding as a mountain,
Where lonely fingers grasped,
Longingly, for fresh hand-holds?

The quest for loves summit rises,
Peak to higher peak,
Each conquered height unveiling a new vista,
Revealing loves perilous truth,
That each peak is surpassed by two more
And the summit remains elusive.

The fool will climb up and up,
Leaving a devastated trail of overlooks,
Ever unsated,
Ever yearning,
Ever lonely.

The sage will make camp behind a large rock,
Still aware of the mountains hidden presence,
But settled with a lightness of heart,
To enjoy just one wonderful view.