Every morning me...
Just after having my tea
...is back on my roof,
With my new book,
as an excuse,
But I'm back to my work...
My work -
         Of reading the stories written by the fog on the face of mountain,
        Of catching the momentary scrape on my body by the cool wind which won't come again,
        Of understanding the songs of birds,
     Of understanding the leaf's whispers to the buds,
           Of stealing the colors, & pleasant aroma from flower,
      Of listening the river's love hymns...
Every morning me...
Just after having my tea,
...is back to my work,
My work of collecting all these words of nature & composing new rhymes,
My work of giving these rhymes love's aroma & peace's color,
My work of being a title giver,
My work of being a nature lover!!!

They’ve said
If you write down
your problems
they might disappear ,
Wishful thinking
I tell you.
She writes
no one noticed
She screams
no one heard
She’s drowning
in herself
no one notice
her struggles
she feels like
she doesn’t belong
not a thing going her way
not a **** thing
She’s too full of life
too half live
She’s too full of love
to be half loved
Her heart fighting a raw pain
no one understand
no one even care to notice...
She’s an entire earthquake
confined in her own prison
of her skins
bones as bars
pretty flesh planted feet
waiting for someone to notice
the soil beneath her feet
is breaking...
Pretty face
so perfect in every way
yet no one notice
the sky above her head
is falling
no exit doors
nowhere to run
she can no longer hide
her pieces are falling
into darkness
though the lights are bright
within the dark roads
of a beautiful soul


Can you See her now ?

Everything in my life
Falling apart
And
Simultaneously
everything in my life
pulling itself together
The truth is
life breaks everyone
life breaks everything
Nevertheless
I choose positive thoughts
I choose adaptability
I choose compassion
I choose gratitude
I choose love
I choose humility
I choose courage
I choose to keep moving forward
I choose to create a beautiful life
within the ugliness of it all
I choose to reach inside myself
and ignite a fire that will burn
forevermore
And at the end of it all
I know I will emerge victorious
within those broken places

Because I’m a poet
I permit my mind
To mount clear
In the expression of
love , Sorrow
or
whatever it pleases
To unearth

Because I’m a poet
I tolerate my soul
To adrift  in the abyss of time
like the blowing winds
In its mercy clinging for life
like a chain

Because I’m a poet
I license my body
To have no barriers journey
No rules to follow
spreads my wings
Glide high with my imagination
For poetry is a beast of many faces

Because           You’re          a        Poet
There      is       no      need   for you
to   be   judgmental,  intimidating
or  provocative    towards   others
 for          poetry            is
all      about     living        free
    And             You          Too
Can   shine   on   your
Own
And
B
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o
s
s
o
m
L
  i
    k
      e
         A
                   Rose

I lived a large
part of my youth
carrying things
that didn’t
belong to me
Indeed I’ve carried
their loads for
too **** long
The load of how
they felt about me
the load of what
they’ve said about me
the load of how
They’ve perceived me
for far too long
These load was never
mine to carry
to begin with
Today I am free
free at last
from criticism
fears , insecurities
and other people’s
opinion
These loads
are no longer mine
to carry
Regardless
how desperate
and foolish
they may seem