You should see the sketch of sorro… You should see the pain written in… You should try to dig what is hidd… Can you not see how her eyes are t… When her brows flinches up and dow…
Never forget To Do Your own Thing
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
How will thine love as handful, is it as hate would make a flare? Heart would be burned into dark as… But some will bare to inhale The smell.
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
glazing mortar, maze in order, the rate of those reluctant covers the least occupant, laziness takes over the other work… but with your might and focus,
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!
You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…
When a chapter of your life is at… every moment seems to bleed and every hands you shake will not mov… and every day is a million years a… every step seems not to take step
A night in the dark with the crick… Undefined moaning of flashy eyes c… The hatching of egg sound with pie… From a very tall stripped tree, The moon and the stars paints;
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
