Poetry

Beautiful stars in the sky carrying my love Let’s go to woods where I write and you paint our love in shades, Moon glows with an exquisite light above Let’s go to the ground where I sing and you sway in the glade, No need for words, just the touch of air Let’s go to […]

You have been the same, Nothing has changed in you, with flowers more and beside trees few.   We have spent time, from dawn to dusk, with a cup of tea, and a packet of rusk.   The golden hues of sun, and the drizzle of rain, the colourful garden, and the rhythmic rumble of

Once the dance under the moon Now a memory that is lost in time Once we whispered with endless tune Now they often echo in distant rhyme Once the promise of forever true Now broken dreams we can’t reclaim Once we built a world for me and you Now we are only left with pain

The rain was soft and skies were grey Even in the rain I managed to find my way, The trees swayed in a rhythmic grace And the raindrops kissed my weary face, Then I saw something beyond the mist A girl alone, like the twilight’s twist, No coat she wore, no shade in the rain

I can see these stars without their glow The sapling never rose that I wanted to grow, My shadows walks were once I stood I recall the fleeting moments all I could, The flowers bloom but not for me Singing about the moments that can never be, I hope I would have told you this

I have these words trapped behind my lips Like a ship that sails in the love eclipse, I can always feel you, close yet far I asked my hidden wish on every star, You are the dawn in all my nights My guiding star in the darkest plights, The smile that silently touches my skin

I love the way you look, I like the way you smell, and admire your beauty and the stories you tell.   Sitting in the balcony, smoking a cigarette, and when I look at you, I have immense sense of regret.   You are a time machine, which takes me to the past, and back

The Sun retreats in the golden light The day dissolves into the dusk’s twilight, Beneath the beautiful rising silver moon This evening is singing a gentle tune, The fireflies dance, a fleeting glow Beneath the moon’s enchanting show, The Sun slowly sets with its magical light This is the best masterpiece before the night, The

Alone she stands in the golden light Her voice so pure and heart so bright, Her voice as a stream, so soft, so deep The song to make even the heavens weep, Her eyes, like lakes in twilight’s glow Reflect the dream that heavens show, Her face like dawn’s first gentle light A vision so

Changing lives from past to present, in a instantaneous whoop, and iam stuck in this, confusing and endless loop. One day I woke up, everything looked similar to yesterday, and my broken phone was repaired, because it was the same day. Something that I do, is never done, and when I admire the moon, it