Posts Tagged: Poem
Silence is explosive. Don’t you believe? Hear the crickets Whispering thoughts In my brain. Hear the sadness Floating like daffodils In my heart. I am waiting for The explosion Of my heart to be Broken by you Silently. Advertisements
Have you ever lost a sea? Have you ever lost a drop? Do they feel the same? Have you ever found a thorn? Have you ever found a conundrum? Do they feel the same? Have you ever looked a moment
We can go Where there is snow, And no one can know Us. I will go there Wth a projection of you, Where there is snow, And no one can know Us. Your projection and me Will dance in my
Tickling. These are not tears, Just tickling in my stomach, Or moths in my heart, Or whatever. But not tears. They look like water drops, And taste salty as they drip, Across my cheeks and lips But these ain’t tears.
Let the night pass, For the day will be kinder, And fast. Let the night pass. Choice. It’s an illusion. A great one at that. The variables that define our lives have already been rolled out. And hence we are
Confusions are like onions: I have to peel the layers, And cry a few unfeeling tears, And then peel , A few more; Till I find myself Standing in the middle of a round maze, Locked by spiral paths and
This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled