I asked mountains where my love was
they replied find in the hill rocks
I asked forests where my love was
they replied go and find on the trees
I asked trees where my love was
they replied find in the bushes
I requested rivers where my love was
Its gurgling sound echoed and scared me
I looked upon a sky and heave a sigh of grief
It concealed it's face behind the puffy clouds
And being shedding it's tears and soaked me
I politely said astrologers where my love was
They said explore your love in the galaxy of stars
I humbly requested the stars where my love was
they replied your love was on the moon
its brightness predicted your love would meet soon
I asked the night where my love was
darkness of the night silently whispered me
Your love will be in the radiant light
I asked the sun where my love was
Sunshine slowly indicated your love would be your world
I asked the world where my love was
The world delightfully and gladly replied, follow me
My eyes brimming with full of tears
Wandering for my true & real love
I asked the nature where my love was
Nature welcomed me in a good mood
Your love was in the sunset and sunrise,the song of birds, their evening gatherings, the breeze that sways trees and the winds that blow your mind away
Nature Hold my hand and helped me walking on meadows,seashore of sea
Eventually i beseech to my GOD where my love was
GOD replied close your eyes,listen heart beats,Your True love was in your heart.

by shaffu.....

Night--
Where my mind aches for you.

Night--
Where i miss you the most.

Night--
Where everything seems hopeless.

Night--
Where overthink conquer me.

Night--
Where everything start and end; us.

The fast tempo of hummingbirds in flower buds
Loud repetition of woodpecker thuds

Buzzing hum from hardworking bees
While robins sing in synchronized keys
All accompanied by the swishing of leaves in the trees

There is no better symphony
Than that of nature working in harmony

Being a novice
in poetry
he knows how to color
an old tree,
a sky in the winter,
an ocean,
or even a dancing
emotion.

But pleading
with the wind
to come
and sing
the sparkling
thunder
that tears the ,
weeping dome
asunder,
is a different tale –
altogether.

(c) LazharBouazzi, May 7, 2016

I talk all the time,
But that doesn't mean that I am heard.
Because much like the music you hear on the radio,
Words only have meaning
if there's someone to listen.

-i.w.

The irony of deafening silence in school hallways;
We sit parrellel, only staring at our shoes.
I hope to exchange some words, maybe finally tell you how i miss you.
I know that you are chasing other things, so I push the thought away.
Yet no matter how much I try to be okay by myself,
everytime you extend your hand to help me up, I know I'll take it