I can feel something strange but wonderful
A sweet happiness is awakening my soul.
My cold heart is warming up again,
it's tattered bliss will surely mend.
I was afraid I had lost myself but,
It's come alive
and feels regenerized...
Oh God don't let...
Rainbowcolors offsetto bluewhile coming frombroken lightRainbowcolors upsetby drops like dewcried byclouds in flightRainbowcolors' treasona washed huestill retreatingout of sightRainbowsadly dreamingof you leavingfollowingI just might...
I once wasbut now I amOnce I wasand I still amnot the sameas the one that camebefore my nowmy very lifeNow knowingtruths untoldKnowing nowlies unfoldStill the sameas the ones that cameso long agoThe thread of lifeMy soul laid bareCuts like a knifeMy mind's aflareFor a pittanceNo...
If I had an unbroken heart
What manner of things to me do you think it would say
Would it be as the chords upon a violin mournfully woven
Of what mysteries and secrets would heavenly harp thus play
To make it out of this life full of treachery
Undamaged though I never shall know...
Can thoughts meet when we cannot?Can they touch and greet?Can your heart unite with mineAnd synchronise its beat? Can minds speak across the miles,Can they search and seek?Can you hope your way to meAnd harmonise and meet? Perhaps we’re weak and cannot knowHow much our...
If I sat down to write a poem, it would be bad. It's when I have to get up to let a poem out that it's good. One ray, a glimpse of sun through clouds, a word, or a brief thought, and I know there is a whole poem needing to be written. That's how they arrive, unbidden, just...
If you were a wild flower,
I will be a morning dew
So I can kiss you every morning
Hence, you'll keep on blooming
If your love were time
I will never miss every second
Every minute means you're mine
In every hour, our bodies rhyme
If your embrace were a song
I will never...
A poem is my company in solitude
Making rhymes at its magnitude
Right now, I made some verses
To show the depth of my feelings in phrases
I shouldn't be jealous
I must be conscious.
Why do I feel this way
When I have no right to sense it
Any single day?
I thought I have...