A morn devoid of pain But Hear well! Fear sings too It Whispers most harshly To eerie, timeless tunes
Nothing is more depressing than the feeling of emptiness. Letting the void consume you whole, is a missed shot, entirely.
Of all the blooms I see All I can do is dream and write about you in my poetry
We often fall short of appreciating the little thing. We need to learn how to be grateful to the things that truly matter. We have to look back and be grateful for everything.
With eyes closed and with a smile on your face Abandon all your fears let thoughts gain pace Whilst you sit underneath a shadeless tree And sing summer's forgotten poetry
In the silence Of the dead woods Where the lonely trees All stood The autumn nymphs Dance To the haunting tunes of memory's trance
My yesterdays Transforming before My eyes into Sparkling dewdrops Reflecting the Universe, Seashells And my tomorrow.
As you rise and fall Nonchalantly To appear and disappear In the soothing waters Let no one stop you From believing In six impossible things
She began to whisper About dreams turning dark And uncanny happenings
I write a few lines Of poetry But, Like the others I too shall leave.
Let the raindrops wash My memories from your mind I have crossed the realms unknown
The wanderer moves on, Leaving behind the burnt up logs Few morsels of uneaten tasteless food