You are Sherlock Holmes
But so am I.
You are Watson, I am too.
Neither is greater than the other,
Yet were both superior in different ways,
You with your mind,
Me with my words,
You with your understanding,
Me with my cries.
You never once complained,
But said you were there for me.
You understood right off the bat,
Why I was apologizing so much.
You knew my past,
I told you. Willingly, because I trust you.
Do you remember that last day, of camp, we hugged, and I remember having to stand on tip toe to reach your shoulders,
You're the youngest but the tallest.
From then on you had my back,
And I thought maybe I was
Saddling you with too much.
But the yoke seemed light to you.
So my best friend, I love you.
Never forget me, and I will never forget you.
I trust you,
Thank you for listening,
And believing in me.

Does every poem on this site
Seem to be about love?
Two bodies,
Two lips,
Two eyes looking into another two eyes,
Like they were reflections
Through the looking glass.
Why do we read of longing,
That I need you in my life,
Why do we read about boys and girls
As if they were commodities
Their stories never getting old?
Why the love?
Why amor?
Why romance?
Do tell if you have an answer

Pomegranate is sweet on her lips as she stands on the barrier edge
Bit by bit petals stretched
The pomegranate seeds start to set in a spell
Yet not knowing soon she will be entering hell  
In the centre of earth a massive crack
Coming out the devil himself secretly planning an attack
The daughter of seasons was pulled in
Leaving the devil with a grin
Mother nature arrived too late
As her daughter stands by the entrance ‘’Gate of destruction’’
For six months she will stay below
In the other six she can enjoy the rivers flow.

Life is something we all share
Just like the oxygen in the air
In life its ok to make mistakes
It just shows you are real and not fake

You've been knocked down
pushed around by emotions
With all your heart and soul
A broken-will, and a dream most shattered
head down filled with rage and despaired
With a puddle of tears on the ground
In the darkness you lie on the cold prickled floor
wondering if its worth it anymore
You try and get up but all you do is fall back down
But you remember to have the strength and stand back up
your hatred, pain, weaknesses, tears and madness vanished

I see your face lowered in shame
You are constantly always taking the blame
You've done nothing wrong but yet filled up with guilt
You seem to be like a plant wilting away
I always grumble at the sacrifices I made
Yet you do so much and don't gain
I can see the tears in your eyes caused by my pain
And I just want you to know I'm sorry for my ways

Even though disappointed thousand times
or struck in a fight,
She is now finally rising from
her life's darkest night.

So, today I stand here,
Afraid to reveal my heights
recite my ideas,
and fight for my rights.

You detained me of my will,
Agonized my mind
descended my skill.
And confining me to fork and knife,
Yes, it is true that this
Is the story of my life.

She who was pressed from all sides
remained victorious in her spirits
overcoming her fetters
giving wings to her mind.

She, the nucleus of our society
deprived of her living,
with a tormented mind
and  fractured  within her own kind.

If she tends to be so weak,
Then the future of our country is bleak.

Beautiful flowers under a blue sky
Tempted her to pick some
One such special flower, narcissus
She was about to pick
When suddenly the ground opened
She gets swallowed to the underworld
Getting abducted wasn't on her list of fun
No one hearing her cries
One sudden message sends her back home
Six months with her mother
Six months underground
As she comes back flowers bloom
Autumn and Winter underground
Spring and Summer back at home