In the arms of our pettiness,
We miss,
So much of real conclusion.
We try to arrange
And pick up sticks,
The answers to confusion
And at the end,
We all have missed
That Life’s but an Illusion.
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And if you dare tell Them,All you get is stares.
There are no cloudless
Happiness, a temporarySigh,But to liveWithout Love,I don’t knowIf we can even try.
I like to dramatize a little
My first choice,But I did not have the opportunityTo exercise my dramatic voice.Poetry has helped me,Express the good ‘demons’ within,My feelings, my imaginationSometimes flower, not as sinBut as poems from within,And I am very gratefulNot to drown in banalities,Even though I wish the stageHad been my place, to be.I would have loved to shareWith the…
The feeling of Beauty,
Love is the language,That it conveys.
Be true to love,
A feeling that you hope,Won’t end,To own the Earth,The Heavens too,Only true love,Does that for you.
There’s something about poetry,
Is it the way the words fallThat makes it not the same?As when I talk to the Wind,Thinking it’s a game.There’s something about poetry,That makes it like the Sea,Vast, intense, endless,And full of Mystery.There’s something about Life,I simply can’t explainWhy didn’t I meet you?While I still could feel the rain,While poetry was in my blood,And…