i sit here watching the twinkle of the stars, the full moon in its beauty, in the cool night breeze; a feeling so strong, yet said very less, a emotion that whirls around like a tornado, but expressed not even a whisper; as the gentle breeze tried to play a

My memory is a Polaroid picture left in the sun. The scene is discolored and warped, and I’m left with only an abstract memory as if I had heard the story second hand. But in the language of my heart the events are crystalline. I scaled the wall of a

a dream come true, on the verge of achieving the pinnacle of the only summit that i have not conquered till date, my joy knew no bounds; i am not a speaker, nor i express my happiness as freely as everyone else, but then that is me; unmoved by emotions,

The blue sky stretches far across the tepid marshland. A delicate amethyst which surrounds the crouching sun signals every cloud to it’s place along the horizon. She stands still, focused on the beauty of a days’ decay, as a calm descends upon her with the weight of a falling star.

its midnight and my eyes just staring at the wall opposite no sleep, no dreams, i sit and watch the drama unfolding before me; like an empty canvas waiting for an artist i wait in anticipation wondering when and wondering why; i did all i could, so i believe so,

Can you peer through those eyes? The radiance must be blinding. As I gaze into them I’ve come to understand what the ancients must have felt, looking up toward the shimmering night sky. All the mysteries and wonders of life are clearly reflected, as is the light. And even if

Knowing that your door was always wide open in the prime, And still open to rest a sleepy  head at this end of time. Though not tied to wows promises and words of chain, And  forgotten bonds with not even your name, With ink stains all dried up with the

Have you ever clung to a desire for so long that your eyes saw nothing else? The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream, to aspire toward a goal, no matter how lofty! Like the little girl with her hand outstretched to the stars, hoping for just

should you find yourself at the captains helm as everyone around you is jumping ship do not lose your stride dont miss a step because I will be right beside you braving the storm as the cruel dark clouds loom just above the bow and the torrential rains begin to

A simple poem dedicated for my friend that I met 5 years ago online, and almost a year now that we haven’t talk anymore. I just wonder where could he be ,but I wish that he is okay. I wish he will read this. This is for you best friend.

I can’t exactly remember how and when we first met… We always have a pleasant conversation every time we chat on net. Knowing me, knowing you is what we usually do. Trying to enjoy  being together every minute or two. Sometimes you make me feel so comfortable with you. But

today i sit and ponder i’ve reached farther than i ever dreamed possible, a time when i thought life was over only to start afresh at the stroke of dawn; bound by the unknown, i would break the shackles if i can just to go back to where it all

Dawn tinges the black sky, A glow beyond the dark of night. Impossible shades of gray, Then silver turning to gold. Beauty only GOD can provide, Trying to light the sadness of my empty soul. Awake. Night followed by day followed by night. Alone. TV blaring trying to fill the

The shattering of my heart when you said goodbye Is like the waves of the ocean crashing against the rocks….. I stood there in the doorway Begging you not you leave, But you looked at me and said nothing. Your silence shot through my body Strait through my heart heart

sitting on the bed a bottle of coke on one side the telephone out of its hook and the mobile switched off tears slowly trickling down my face my mind reenacts the scene for the thousandth time over and over again now sitting here with tears streaming down my face

That summer was when I found my heart hidden under a stone in an abandoned park with rusty swings and an old yellow slide I climbed up the steps and stood so high so high I could almost touch the sky. Then I went down and that’s where I found

I am a painter, and I like to paint pictures, But my pictures are made from words rather than paint! I brush and stroke the keys to lay the words down in front of me, I keep on painting until I get a good end result! My words capture a

Big blue sky, Cold crisp December air, Soul alive, Spirits reigning high, Jingle bells and all that! Many a hangover is on the way, The post man will deliver, Nights we will feel the shiver, Nights sitting beside the Christmas tree! The end of the year grows near, Drowned out