Dreamers can’t be Schemers,

It just happens,Without frontiers.But many are the loveless,Held back tears,If love doesn’t happen,Life disappears.

Try to analyze it all,We arrive at different roads,Different answersFor each one,But none conclusiveExcept, for the believer,For all others, all is theoryFalling Autumn leavesFull of color and windy furyYet, leading, nowhere.

For Poets leave no stone of life untouched,And Yes, sometimes Life is sad and hurts so much!Yet, there are Roses to be grown,Seas to open, fields to roam,Roads to discover that lead to Rome,There is still Hope that humanity,One day will live in peace,And that the Whole World will be enlightened,As once was Ancient Greece

Your dearest,Loved oneAll the tendernessAffection,That in your heartIs harbored.There is definitelyNo happinessLike the happinessFrom loveFrom all otherDo we tireBut of Love,Never enough!

Know, thy selfBut can we?

Transit into depression,Having lived it all,Trying to avoid transgressions fromFalling into narrow mental halls.Life,An adventure,Out of our control,The comings, the goingsWhere did I go wrong!The days still sweet in poetry,Though many have passedIn and with melancholy,The memories, hard to take,Solitude is life’s mostTremendous and cruel fake.But love still shines,In a destitute, fallen starWhose light comesFrom…