No matter how far the distance, No matter how tired and busy we are, No matter how much time will it take, Honey, I’ll wait for you for our love sake. I may not always be here for you, I may not always say, ” I love you ” But

“There is a part of us as must walks free, A part which you have named, To be yet unnamed, A part which carries a whisper, As a breath does life, A Whisper Of Love Too free to be tamed. It lies within us, as a shadow unseen, It flows

Some things, are not meant to last. Some, were robbed and some were lost. Some, were displayed and sold, and… Some remains intact like a ring of gold. Things change and so do people. Friends left, and some just stop being friends Some just stay and hold you ’till the

This plentiful right, pieces of earth. A vast depiction in a corner rainbow. To me the vast covering set to release Astonishment, happiness, under the sea arriving vindicated certainties in promise. Just all are the many sitting here Now there’s few standing toward the angelic still as I am blinded

Heavy is the heart, Slowing you down, Leaving behind the trail like that of a snail, Heavy, like a ball and chain Tied to you in vain. Shattered are your dreams, If you not rid yourself of this shame. There will be no reality. Embrace yourself. There is so much

I’m tired, exhausted, Running… The trees down the avenue cannot be counted I’m running too fast. My mouth is dry I see a stream nearby Water won’t quench my thirst It is not what I need My heart pounds into my ribcage So intense, tears stream down my cheeks But

a brand new year, a brand new start, is what make things right, i assumed; plenty of scars – both physical and emotional still attached to myself and refused to leave me in solitude as much as i tried; foolishly i believed this existence is all but doomed, i have

watching the kids play i stood there on a slow afternoon in a room full of emptiness; the memories and dreams broken and haunting me still as i speak to the atmosphere and i fall into myself; beauty is the what the eyes behold beneath this skin, no one can

How to deal with the unexpected, Torments me day by day. It happened so suddenly, Memory does not fade away. You were here and now you’re gone, It hurts to live on The memory of you Lingers everywhere, Sending me into a trance With just a single glance Of where

I wander  on the hills And valleys deep, In bright and cold days With my flock of sheep. My sheep are few Black, gray and white They graze in green fields And I love the sight. Folks call me nerd As I love my sheep, I am a shepherd And

trapped in a mire of reality, sometimes dreams are all i have, reality is nothing but a well disguised mirage; torn between the two, i fight on and on and on, every day with my own self, to keep my sanity and live another day; with my head full of

as the sunlight slowly faded away the city lights flickered on, one by one, illuminating everything on the outside and casting a shadow on the inside; as time slowly ticked past, the darkness inched closer and closer spreading its shadows across the land, my inner self comes alive; as much

Time wins and no one else, You and me are mere puppets. For once you feel you can have fun, He makes you repent With His twists and turns. Even the slightest impudence you show, He has His ways of punitive throw. A glimpse of times that we forgot, Brings

Memories are… Old photographs left alone in an ancient album conveying, love, family, friendship in Past happy occasions. Previous flashbacks recalling, dreadful, frightening moments. A loved ones treasures that brings, such pleasure to the one who inherits them. Memories are… An old burnt down house, that reveals some startling secrets,

I am the only one left on this piece of earth. A lonely figure in the centre of the colourless land I am but a single cloud left to pour Devastation, sadness, over the lands Leaving no traces of hope, light and happiness Everyone was once standing here on this

The agony & the immense pain, Of separation once again, I stoop & I fall, And then I fall again. The pain throughout the mundane night, Was extremely unbearable, I tread on pieces of broken glass, With not even a splinter of glass for succour. The day is worse &

As the brutal sea waves crashes on to the delicate sand, He leaves traces of tiny circles indented onto the tickly grounds, permanently stamped. Who could have made these circles? It could only be the Pebbles of the sea. The tiny surface of hard cold stones wept across the soft,

The old order changeth, yielding place to the new, But the new generation ? They have lapsed into liquor, drugs & what have you. These are trying times, for them, for us, for we all What did we do to deserve this withal ? A sinister world is sprouting &