Broken (poem)

Walking on cold sand in December

Your hands in my hands all i can remember

 

Your smile makes me feel alive

I wish fate have chosen you my wife

 

Best moment of my life, when you blush

As soon as i see you, I just want to rush

 

You are my most beautiful poem

Now why do you call him

 

I know I couldn’t fit in like he did

My glass of love, he is looking through it

 

I feel dead when he touches you

This is not similar to what I drew

 

He keeps you happy and warm

And I am still searching you with a lantern and an empty arm

 

Stars are brighter and clouds are your bed

look back I am rich enough to be a dad

 

My eyes are closed, on my knees

I will cry without tears that’s your fees

 

I’ve expected everything except your absence

But sometimes I still feel your fragrance

Where Is That Love?

She stood alone in the park where she met him once while talking to herself over her future and now there is no one in the future to hold her hand like she was secure. The only question she asks herself is, was 7 years of loyalty was not enough? 

She shrugs and tries to bend her thoughts to the blooming flowers who are no more familiar like they use to be when she found them on the doormat on her birthday last year. Has she been strike by a thunder or she hit herself to the wall of terror.

All that is acceptable for her but she thinks of betraying him and leaving him no options but sorrows and difficulties. She can do everything but cant stand his ignorance and tears. But how can she go back after all she had faced, ignoring for better and peace and in the end she is alone sitting on sand making empty hearts and waiting for waves to wash them off.

Simple life with smile, laugh and harmony changed into she saw in the sad movies and she cant believe she is the part of it. She have accepted all of it with arms wide open, things are not changing and she is not returning back. 

She opens her book of heart and look for the answers of her fears. She was misunderstood, misjudged and pushed to cry off the cage. Now she is not going back, now she is not saying sorry, now she is not compromising and now she is not yours anymore.

She stand up and walk towards the road leaving the shore behind, she turned around look into the sun rising, she smiled and said its my new day and new beginning.

But the question remains in her heart “Where is that love?” 

Negative thoughts

No one would like to stay in trouble or to stay in pain forever. If anyone is in that condition surely will be helped.

What if I say I never get the result I want in other words when I think I want to live a moment with a person and I can’t get it. That is the biggest example I can give but my daily life is filled with this problem no one understands me even I am confused.

Do I have to get worried or do I just adapt that. Well what if I start thinking the opposite of what I want and accidentally or by law I am getting it right!

But I can’t ask death for myself to live forever so I am confused again or its just someone is playing sitting behind me and rolling on the floor laughing.

Time Flies (poem)

So many thoughts drifting through my mind
There are a lot of things I still have to find
Thousands and Millions that does not matter
I have to search for love even I am blind
 
No one can complete anyone nor themselves
 Because they have stored heat in their shelves
I want to close the doors for them
But that will put me into shells
 
So much running in my veins more than blood
If you cut my heart, you will find mud
So is it different from your shoes that you wear?
Just open your eyes and you will be with me in a flood
 
Last night or last month that does not matter
you left me, I am not a traitor 
I called you on the wooden stairs crying
Only I got was tears and your letter
 
No one has came since then to hold my hand
my palm is cold as a cold night sand
I wish I could be like you 
But now I have to make a stand
 
I got this
 
No one will love me until I love myself
I will not listen to you any more, I am deaf
I will get my name and my pride back
Am I sober or the Clock just ticked twelve