Expressing the simplest things We often run out of words Fumble to give some meaning For they are simplest of things Do not hide behind guise of words The heart understands for sure
When everything’s disguised It becomes an arduous task Defining reality through veneer One does not know the reality Which appearance to believe Mirrored are the duplicity One sees the fabricated image Disguised we become to ourselves Till it becomes a reality, we live with
You are a sunset to me With beauty emanating beyond my sight And once you leave, the evening comes Wrapping me in the depths of the night
I cannot do anything to stop you from setting Nor bring you back once you leave So I take every chance to see you Cherishing the moments I could never retrieve
Sometimes I stare out the window Looking at the orange sky Wondering what makes a sunset so breathtaking I guess I will never know why
There are some rare occasions that I catch myself just gazing at her when her attention is elsewhere and I think to myself, "My God, sometimes you can be such a headache but you are, and always be, my favorite person in the world."
Soul held captive by past Still reminiscing the memories Traveling through the ages Gathered much wisdom Remains speechless Yet, there’s so much spoken Series of dialogues With the heart and mind Watching the retrospective Of its past adventures Sole soul have seen life Every layer being neatly placed
Poetry does not limit Expands the consciousness Beyond the realm of known From the land of wilderness Where many possibilities roam So many ways to portray Wildest of feelings and emotions Poetry captures them To release them to their freedom Poetry does not limit Poets get a new lease of life With each poetry that’s written Insignia of the muse remains etched In the heart of the poet Poetry does not limit
I whisper like you're still here next to me I whisper like you can here me I whisper like you never left I whisper like I'll be okay I whisper like it won't bring a tear