The magnitude of words,
   Invokes to each a different response
     Many use this power for evil,
       And release it among the unsuspecting seeds
         Still growing, now exposed to hatred.
           It is then that they will decide
             If their sentences will be in malice like theirs,
               Or if in their hearts, repairing the reputation
                 Of beautiful language, is a better use
Of speech

I am definitely no poet but I like to write and I wish I could capture in my poetry
(if it can be considered poetry),
the melancholy of changing seasons
and empty sidewalks and long secret
fleeting glances.
Longing and Desire burning in the flames of youthful passion.
Or true love if that exists, I am sure it does.
The afternoon silence or
the echoing laughter on a windy day,
my love for my family, the radiant smiles of my friends.
The way sunlight decorates the ocean
waves in summer, disappears in the
monsoon,
Only to return back with shades of golden
in autumn and peeking desperately,
Trying to warm the frozen earth in desolate winter.
The utter feeling of loneliness that
connects each and every one of us,
The emotional weight of saying a goodbye
to the last year at new year's,
My childlike sense of adventure and
wonder,
Or my dread when it comes to talking
about death.
But mostly and desperately I sincerely
hope that my poetry
(that on some days I am not even sure can
be considered poetry),
captures the essence of loving and living,
A life well lived and loved that would be
called mine.

No words explain just how you make me feel
Keeping me safe from danger
You are made of steel
The warmth rises up body to flush my tired face
Company would be impossible to replace
I cannot describe depths of my gratitude
Instead of affection display attitude
But without your presence house wouldn't be home
Painting world with color
Without it is monochrome
Only you have power to make heart beat fast
Do more for me than I ever could have asked
Attraction embedded in bone and cell
Crazy about you
Easy to tell
I adored you from the very start
Smile and eyes are a work of art
Up close melt into your skin
Fell into your being
You make my head spin
The second we touch
Surroundings fade out
When sad you steal away my pout
I have uncontrollable urge to rip off your clothes
Can't believe it's me you chose
You radiate light that shines from your soul
That brightens the darkness inside boring a hole
Where I am missing pieces you instead fill
Emptiness with butterflies that refuse to be still
You fufill deepest fantasies and desires
When lips brush neck it sets my nerves on fire
The chaos of universe may try to break us apart
It's not stronger than the bonds connecting our hearts
I hope emotions last forever
After time itself ends
Nothing I own as valuable as these precious hours we spend
This memory one I promise to always hold dear
Even if you leave someday you'll never fully disappear
I simply wish you to share the same enchantment I do
Every day I consider a gift because I get to wake up next to you

Poetry is a verbal engagement, that tells a story in a rhythmic arrangement.

Poetry is a form of linguistical art,
that evokes your sentiments,
right from the start.

The beauty of a poem lies in its meanings,
and the true emotions that the poet is feeling.

Some poems when read may sound to you dull,
but to many others,
they do ring a bell.

Our tastes may differ,
from one to another,
but a good solid poem,
can bring us together.

For every poet has a different style,
the clever one,
will stand out from a mile.

Many say, "It is just words and rhymes"
Words that don't speak
Words with no meaning

Truth is, the words do speak
but only with your inner-self
That's the reason poetry is healing

No words shall please my soul,
if not from deep within.
In life we laugh and weep,
as moods with time do spin.
Even a poet does need a flare,
to devise his ringy rhymes.
To sculpt a verse from solid words,
is a masters work, sublime.

When fine words mingle and mix,
with sweet lovely emotions,
a lady’s heart will surely yield,
without showing a notion.
Delightful words do cast a spell,
on people where they stand.
Being a charmer may pay your rent,
to the lady of the land.

No torrent is strong or tough,
to sweep a poets will.
And no drought is harsh enough,
to dry a poets well.
Eloquent words,
soft and smooth,
too far from being absurd.
When spoken loud,
they steal the show,
on every stage and stand.