The more I walk Away from you... Every footfall becomes Cacophony
A morn devoid of pain But Hear well! Fear sings too It Whispers most harshly To eerie, timeless tunes
Silent Killers She sighs As starless skies Dull, bleak and faded like soot with humid air Close in on her Blinding fog Which Smells of burnt autumn leaves… Chokes Songs of spring Haunt like Memories of yore Each time…
Gleams of a forgotten wish bring light Some reminiscent dull memories appear Though faded with time's constant jilt But yet Unmarred and indestructible
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
As Time Achingly remembers That years ago in March Someone sang to me My first lullaby...