love is a boring thing,
i like flesh and bone better-
that sounds more human being
I love life
— so much sadness
— so much happiness
make me sleepless
Every poem is Poem Of Hope -
From before it sits there to the final finesse,
From the slow motion stumbling and lope,
All clumsy arms and gangled legs,
To the heads-up "I Am Here" of its very first breath.
Every birth is a Birth of Hope -
Pushing upwards into the light however dark,
Crying out in joy and anguish both,
Life is poetry in a blazing arc,
From the first "What Am I?" to its fading spark.
We are Children doing childish things -
Daubing the pages of our lives with words,
Living our days in moments filled with meanings,
Every second, every hope, denying the absurd
As the last "Who Was I?" goes unread and unheard.
When your head's in a vice
And you're screaming at the world
Don't think because you're loud
You are actually being heard!
If life is on your case
What is the point of decibels?
Just be glad it's your head
And not, of course, your genitals.
in this life,
I had not realized I had learned,
for it is one of the first
we are ever taught.
Our first experience
of this world, consists only
of cold and pain, yet,
we learned how to breathe
in the harshness
of this reality.
So ingrained is this truth that
we rarely dwell upon it.
It is only when oxygen is denied us
that we remember our first lesson in life.
and keep breathing.
Calm you heart and your mind.
Life may be out of your control but
you can control the constriction
of your lungs.
Take solace in the knowledge that
everything will be alright,
as long as you remember
don’t take my silence as the feebleness,
i am not sleeping-
just taking a nap.
just found out-
waiting for an answer
is one of the most tortured things
we always want to have someone
sometimes we forget-
we have ourselves
-not easy to lost
not easy to fall
even it hurts
but I grow faster