Secretly I cried a lot
Thinking about what I had lost.
Today I am silent
Pondering about
What I have lost
Really had I got!
Similar Posts
What if I am unknown, how do you know me?
What if I am common, how do you distinguish me?What if I am obscure, how do you understand me?A total communication gap!What if you push me up!I don’t pull you downI promise only fair play on the ground!
When universal law
abruptly orin slow motionwe aweand proudly calla miracle has beenhappenedbut herealways occurredmiraclesbetween you and mebut we seldom noticeor refuseto recognisefor its randomnesslike the theoryof physicsbut how do youexplain?when youlike millionslike emotionsbased onits universalitylike love and romanceand they are very naturalwhich are accepted by allthat they are basicnatural and originalbut what about me?Who breakAnd break the…
Birth of death
This is a well thinking thoughtHow to controlA robotBefore inventing,How do you cherishThe success of poetryBefore composing,This is a well thinking thoughtOf the immortalityTo give the meaningThe state of beingAs the creatorCan not createThe enemy ofImmortality,Which He Himself is,DeathIs the successOf the game planBefore the gameWas inventedBut loophole liesThe immortalityDoes not have life.What’s the pleasureOf…
Perhaps a seed was dropped by a bird
That was long ago and all had forgottenBut the seed knew it would tear apartFirst its own hard shell then the stoneAnd see the world when it sprouts out;Passionately it was waiting for a seasonWhen the days would bring drops of rainAnd a wild breeze blow from the southA pack of rays fall on its…
Hope
I am deceived by it many timesOnce it had seated meOn a branch of a fig treeAnd waited me for longFor the flowersIt would bloomAnother day it had laid meOn a corner of a bedAnd waited me for longFor the milk of loveIt would bring from the butts of a henAt the endI had given…
Power hungry dogs and bitches
Anything to do or anything to create, anything to contributeThose shameless people turn into a power hungry dog, a swineThose bloody buffoons only cherish a wish to clingTo the throne of powerLike a blood sucking leachThey know not anything how to sing and what is musicKnow not anything about any artKnow not how to love…