I lost my inner poet
apparently she was last seen
just staring idly into space

She was sitting with her notebook,
gently pondering
in a quiet, tucked away place

I could only see the back of her
she wouldn't turn around
I so wanted to see her face

She was always so quiet
and very often reflective
working at her own steady pace

Not only am I left without poetry
I am also lost for words
she may have taken them all
along with my grace

The search will continue
maybe until the end of my days
as I fear she's left no trace

It doesn't interest me
If you are telling a lie
You said your...
Heart is broken into pieces
Play marbles with them
You said you died
Cold-blooded ******
Shivering in despair
Blood refuses to flow
Numbness everywhere
If the story you are telling is true
I want to know
If you can disappoint another
Just to raise a little sympathy
With your blatant lies...

Feeling lost in the crowd
In the downpour of love
Caresses and kisses
What is right?
How can I say what is wrong
according to you is right
When actually it is all wrong...
Feeling lost among rights and wrongs
Still wild explorations leads me on
Atleast I am true to myself to my faith

Continue to betray another
if not betray your own soul....

Sometimes I wonder,
  if that was love in her eyes.

Your eyes.
Ooh those eyes!
The gates to my soul
They melt my tough disguise
They reveal my lies
For I cannot lie to those eyes.
Those eyes.
They hypnotise
leave me paralysed
and small in size
Those eyes.
Oh when I look into those eyes
I am instantly stripped from my disguise
And my ego dies.
Ooh those eyes.
They **** me.

I love the way you’re feeling
on me, and everywhere
a winter cold frostbite
playing kisses
in my eyes
instead of this nothing.

I reason your name.

Its’ an argument
about beauty.

It’s silvery fists
of power.

It’s nowhere’s map
A blue page torn
from my fingers

I know you.