Love
Finders Keepers.
Within life’s chaos and busy daily routine I found youTrying to teach me some of the best lessons of life; Within the first, weird and
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Within life’s chaos and busy daily routine I found youTrying to teach me some of the best lessons of life; Within the first, weird and
Head in the clouds, Soul on the brink Of salvation and/or annihilation At any/every moment. The signs in the sky Appear to point out our
To the ones who stay silent in air filled with words, I can hear you Your lips sealed but mind wide awake, I know what
The poetry is the deep philosophy of the cry and laugh. It is the unseen language which touches our soul bitterly and joyful. The poetry is
My conscience was Collapsed, shattered, And deranged. Every passing day I had to question my sanity, And regain my clarity. Our life revolved around Us.
I’d spit venom as words Hate till it hurts. Turn our lives in to One twisted curse. I’m indecisive. Scattered. Choices never mattered. I’m stagnant.
There are parts of you that cannot be held by poems or paintings or songs, but I hold them in my desolated heart. I am
Heavenly light Pouring through the sparkling lens Of my window. Dancing rainbows Of light Against my brow. I always thought I was too
‘Do you know that Rumi is married to our cousin?’, she asked as I pronounced his name. I nodded. Looking dolorously at me, she squeezed
I still wonder how to wander but often the useless burden turn my journey into futile whispers of mere dreams and never happen. A wanderer
I have no words to proper describe my feelings right now, Thinking about those days when you used to crack jokes and how we used
I have been through mazes and hurt multiple times; The men I trusted Breaking me apart, The wrist’s been cut; And the bleeding hasn’t stopped.
Perhaps what we recognise is pain, Perhaps it is exhaustion, Fatigue from the burn of life. Perhaps her eyes are telling you, ‘Remember me, do
I am a man of pain and stress, Long-held laments within, I abstain; Being proved soft by the mistress, Will She make me cry again?
The curtains danced as the fan swayed against it. The entire room was empty without a noise, except for its motor. His feet were cold.
Adding these spices one by one I’m recalling the effort you put On the messy yet beautiful days You taught me basic cooking, Ma. He’s
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Raindrops Love is in the silver drops liquid paradise fresh invigorating slice water heals our spirit revives our magician inside! writing and typing side by
Gypsy of flowers The winds carry many showers, flowers of petal towers swaying with life’s handshakes, writing in meadows with light shades. Curtains of sunlight
Spring’s Water My love for spring the flowers sing my heart aches for petals to love to see the blue sky and the soft birds
The season is relaxing washing in on ocean waves the sand captures tender land escapes drapes of quiet look rest is special test captivates our