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If I could rhyme
whenever I want
Wouldn't I be singing?

a hymn , an ode
a sonnet , a quote
What would I be bringing?

a laugh , a sight
a beautiful night,
Will you be there swinging?

a kiss , a touch
that wouldn't be much
my love,what shall we be drinking?
a broken guitar,
an unopened letter,
a string of pearls,
and a faith in the stars

all were washed away
on the king's tide
and he just watched
the ocean and rain

sweeping a part of them
away forever in the depths
they once had wished for
I have seen time lapsing
and slowing,
as I try to hold back
your tears

I wasn't the one,
you knew it but weren't prepared,
like the land that isn't ready for rain
and young for the inevitable death

still we played with fate,
laughed at the fading dreams
for eternity and what extends
and waited for nothing.
What scares a writer?
I have always wondered

some say it’s the rejection,
some say it’s the creative exhaustiveness,
and some blame the isolation

but for me it is the blank screen
that mocks me for emptiness,
laughs on my in competencies,

In it I see my rejections,
my creative exhaustiveness
and the isolation.

for it contains nothing
and holds everything.
between the kisses
and the hours we laid
naked exploring each other
with an insatiable thirst,

somewhere our vulnerabilities had melted
by the fireplace into sweat,
gasps became moans,
and the love turned to passion

as the war ended
we retreated like causalities
snuggling for comfort in each other

I believe this is how
I felt an unending trust
that hugged me invisibly
while you slept next to me
that night.
In my dream last night,
I was swirling in slow motion
within a deep bluish whirlpool

I couldn't breathe
or feel anything,
all I saw was my past
swirling around me

the fear and the failures,
gloom and the despair,
love and the promises,
all swirled for my eyes

It was a slow dance
in a burning room
and I wondered whether
it would stop or not?
the darkened horizon
will attracts no birds today

the storm
won't adore the weak

a walk on the shores
would be a blind suicide

for the moon's love
would conjure the sea
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