I have never known a love so strong That could enfeeble the might of my wall; Always too careful of unsullied happiness Fearing the wait upon Melancholy’s call. Yet when the leaves shed cloaked by the mist, When the chill gently caresses my skin, My heart gets filled with cosmic warmth, Pleasure so stellar, it […]Read more "The Respite"
Cross their hearts and hope they die, Beneath their white, little lie. Eyes wide shut, no love in them; Just empty words and a lecherous smile, Embarked upon my heart awhile, Drawing in my life a silent mayhem. I break a little when I cannot see: What is it that I am meant to be? […]Read more "The Dirty Secret"
‘Are you okay?’, they ask, ‘Where’s the shine in your eyes?’ And I cannot tell them For me, simply blinking is a task, So up I put the Wall of Lies. They tell me to look around, breathe slow, And to marvel at the magnificent mountains… And I cannot tell them About the weight […]Read more "The Nemesis"
“And there is that soft spot where poetry likes to ‘poke’ you. . . . If you try logically to deduce a poem, it will take you nowhere; if you search for shortcuts, you will be lost; if you need answers, probably you will be disappointed.” via Why people don’t like poetry? — DiscoverRead more
Nobody told me A heart could be so brittle That one person could Make me feel so little. Nobody told me That in the end it’s just lies All the ‘forevers’ and ‘eternities’ Simply ended with goodbyes. Nobody told me That some people are cursed Of always being stomped upon And their sorrows left unheard. […]Read more "Nobody Told Me …"
Some pleasing words Or a warm embrace… A shred of smile On that shallow face… And you think of them As friends; take heed: Measure people not by Words, but deeds. For every battle you lose Most will turn. They will tend to your wounds With false concern. Every war you win Fewer will celebrate. […]Read more "Veratrum"
Dear God, if You exist, Do let me know: Why all this is happening No place safe enough to go. Tell me why Innocent people are killed While day after day New temples they build? And why the children With hearts so pure, Are made to live through Hell, Made to endure The sick hurtful […]Read more "Dear God,"