What would you do when I leave you?
Would you try to stop me,
Or would you let me go
Or would you happily wave me goodbye?
What would you say to me as your final words
And what would you like to hear from me... Read More...
The fire in me has died a little.
In this big universe,
I felt like a very small matter.
Something that occupied space
And had mass.
That was the only matter I coul... Read More...
He was a Wanderer,
wandering on his own,
he needed no companion,
he wandered all alone,
his destination, still unknown,
dirty clothes, long hair, beard fully grown.
He traveled unknown places,
filled wit... Read More...
Find Your Bliss in Poetry - Happy Poetry Week!
You can find poetry
But not necessarily
symmetry in poetry.
The relation between
And the pi.
Or the series of Fibonacci
C... Read More...
Remember The Days
It’s the small moments that we’ll always remember
The first hello, the goodbyes and the I hope I’ll see you again
The sweetness that lingers and the pain that leaves us in shreds
And it’... Read More...
As I travel
I find myself lost
within my own thoughts.
I can't find any difference,
is it the bus that's shaking or is it just my trembling heart?
are there turns on the road or is it just my twisted mind?... Read More...
I still remember the look on your face.
The words that you whispered,
For just us to know.
But now I sit alone - remembering you.
All that I know is,
I don’t know how to be something you’d miss.
Never ima... Read More...
No idea who creates the path. But, I follow it. We follow it as it leads somewhere~ we might know ~ we might not know!
That line supposed to separate
Hope and hopelessness
Life and death
Who dra... Read More...
Her constellations embroidered eyes,
sugar-coated maroon colored lips
made me fall for her every pretty lie,
and her cherry blossomed cheeks.
Her silky long hair seemed something like of a gu... Read More...
When in doubt, be orange;
If you can be a fruit, be an orange.
Don’t be an apple. Don’t be zero shades of white.
Be an orange. Be so orange that they have to name a color after you.
Don’t be an appl... Read More...
I am the society
I could hear the screams
And hear the pleads
But I choose to ignore
Because I am the society.
My ears vibrated hearing her pain
But I hugged my daughter and slept
My bare eyes ... Read More...
The Shy Guy From Last Bench
Late to catch up,
The sleepy eyes never were that lively,
To catch those hovering eyes or those short glances,
Short glances that were stolen,
Midst of the crowd; were evasive... Read More...
The Seven Farewell
They were the worst tears I ever cried
They were the annihilation and nirvana
The door to the soul and out of it
The most precious, the seven farewells
One of seven, I smiled as I bo... Read More...
It is winter here. Cold, feathers of snow float and dance and then hit the ground. Their weightlessness is adorable, so pure, so fragile and so beautiful. The thin thread between the consciousness and existence... Read More...
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