I saw the world with my own eyes
It seemed like such a horrible place
I wanted to die

Then i met you
And saw the world through your eyes
And it seemed so very beautiful
I wanted to live again

am I unique? fear not, she says, for
no one breathes pine needles the way you do and
no one bleeds stars the way you do and
no one, no one whispers of scarlet mornings
the way you do.

but what, then, does it mean
to be here? is it your voice
dancing in my dream last night? is it
the way our fingertips speak of
quartz, of ink? is it the icicle
antlers we planted this morning? is
it the soft scratch of birch bark? of
outside? is it the emptiness
that defines us?

all of this and more: I cherish
these sunlit midnights,
the memories of broken
storm.

Words are the wombs of a thousand verses
Opening a thousand lives.
A man sees a woman;
Let his love unfurl in a sonnet
Of the trembling soul.
Invent new eyes to see the beauty
In the words of different
Souls giving life to a lifeless thing.

We are the words of life,
We invent new worlds,
We become the memory of the world,
But we are not the dreamers,
We are the dream realised.

Poets, why talk about birds,
Let them soar in your poems!

Because through poets one
Can see beauty in all things,
Life and lifeless;

We are tiny little gods!

I wish i could express myself in front of people
The way i express myself in my diaries
You see these diaries that i keep
They aren't just pieces of paper for me
They're the air i breathe
The song i sing
The fuel that keeps me going
The food for my soul
The memories i gather
The plethora of feelings i assemble
The thoughts i pick out from my galaxy of emotions
A place where i can be myself
A place where i'm not judged by anyone
A place where i find peace

At times it's difficult for me to pen down my emotions
The pain is too much to take
And the worst part is that it refuses to subside
And still i write
Not a day goes by when i don't write something in my diary
It's a vital part of my existence
The beauty about writing in my diary is that there is no restriction
There is no rule or law
I don't have to measure my words
Or be extra careful or cautious
With people it's the other way around
I sometimes feel confused
Various questions travel through my head....
What should i say?
What should i not say?
Would this sound rude?
What if i said this?
How should i say this?
How would that person react?
It's such a challenge!

As i started to grow,i realized that writing was a far greater gift than speaking....and i'm deeply and sincerely thankful to Almighty for having given me a wee bit of the former.