…I thought ’twas one of the odd days of loveWhere the curls of your hair will walk away from me,And still, respond with a wink.Where dashing for the doorknobWas just a way you expressed anger and disgust—It wasn’t. At least, it could’ve been voiced—this breakup,Or probably said over lunch,But it came with a beep—A textContinue reading “LOST IN BETWEEN DAWNS”
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WHY DOES SHE COME
Why does she come, when she knows my love is nothing, but hell?Why does she come, when she knows I have nowhere to dwell?Why does she come, when she knows I own neither gold nor pearl? Maybe, it’s love—I guess so,Or she just likes my inner glow. I can’t tell, But I know, in aContinue reading “WHY DOES SHE COME”
I YEARN TO CALL YOU BEAUTIFUL
I have seen a lot Been with a lot Touched a lot The fair and the dark.The dark converted to fair And the fair converted to dark .But how shall I describe you?For your skin’s ambience is like the countenance of a seraphim.Your teeth sparkle Even when the sun is shinning at his best. HowContinue reading “I YEARN TO CALL YOU BEAUTIFUL”
YESTERDAY’S DAWN
Here I stand,On the spot of our first day of meeting,On the spot we said, ‘yes,’On the spot we stamped our vestige(?) Thinking, maybe, that ‘it’s over’ was just a dream of yesterday,But it wasn’t. How could you? How could youMake me sleep on your words?My life was rung round your promises,Promises of an unendingContinue reading “YESTERDAY’S DAWN”
LADY OF YESTERDAY’S DREAM
POETRY 5648 Dear Lady of yesterday’s dream, You were my sleepless nightsAnd well played melodies.You were my addictionAnd your amber eyes; my flicker of hope. I was once a maundererA Lone Ranger with a confused heart.You gave meaning to my worthless lifeAnd stung me with betrayal’s smile.I deserved better than your white lies. That yesterday,YouContinue reading “LADY OF YESTERDAY’S DREAM”
WAILING QUILL
Have you ever seen words That pierce the heart like arrows, Or a nest inhabiting not birds, But a crowd of bedfellows? Maybe, just maybe a yes. I met her on the sunshine of March. Perhaps shining, but she was an angel of mess. She seemed a perfect match With glows of the august coloursContinue reading “WAILING QUILL”
A YES
Will you kiss me if my lips tells you to? Will you smile if our days were a nightmare? Will you tease me with your curves if our bed speaks with words? Will you travel the thirst if my pocket rains not oceans of riches? Will you dance the steps of marriage with me? SheContinue reading “A YES”
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