Stood watching that blank paper With girls screaming outside Happiness, glee or madness Nor I nor They could decide While talks went loud and long A word my pen didn't say They laughed themselves into oblivion And I tore my paper away
It's all going to be the same. The dark times, the low hours. Write a different story,make up different scenarios. Trust different people, love different shades. Hide, hope. Leave, stray. It's all gonna be the same. There's that caution in the air. When to say what, where to what.What if she finds out,What if he… Continue reading The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept
When the light is dim, all weak and frail It tells us the very outline, I hear Whether it's a man, a hound or a fly Someone who knocks to enter my lair But they say the brightness shows it all The colour the shade the love and hate The hound that stood, the man… Continue reading The Light The Dark
The living come with grassy tread … Continue reading In a Disused Graveyard
I was just going through my drawer and I came across the diary I had when we shifted to the city, I always start a diary with a poem or something, here's how I started this one Here's and example,From a Butterfly Who on a tough, hard rock,Happy can lieFriendless and all alone,On this unsweetened stoneNow… Continue reading Butterfly
I would stop and not go on I would hate and say so long You might love and let me go One right mistake One decision so wrong ....
A phone call, a sweet voice, my closing eyes, my cold hands My kid's 18 Yes mom, She's 18. My kid's old now.. Oh yes mom.. your kid's old Splashing my face with cold water, smearing my bun with jam Oh yes, a kid's eighteen. Kicking my bruised feet ahead, walking to the bus in… Continue reading 30th November