We knew of Love the inner touch,
The problem was we loved too much.
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All our wishes,
As we swiftly grow old,If some have come trueAll I can say,Is, ‘Lucky you! ‘
Cold Fog can cover sins,
And yet, no escape,Man is what he is,Human lies prevail,21st Century, Rocks!The cradle’s gone crazy,Rock a bye Baby,Sanity, mocks.Man really has not changed,Just more of the same,Cain killed Abel,Why?Because he wanted,His brother’s fame.We also do horrible things,In God’s name!
Love is a trap,
Made for PoetsTo feelAnd write about,But alsoFor those, exposedAnd frantically apt,To getting their heartsStolen,In a moment of weaknessThat for a Lifetime,May last.
No poet
To copyAnother one’s style,You can’t fakeWhat can only be written,When felt,Deeper than inside.
To share
Of Poetry,Admire Nature’sInexplicableBeauty,EmbraceWith delightfulAwe,The Sea’s,Blue, infinity,To hold the handAnd feel the verySoul,Of the One,You so, blindlyLoveTell me,Is that notHow ParadiseShould be?
You were mine
As you deserved to be loved,There was this charisma about you,That inspired more than love.I never told you this,For fear that you would laughAnd leave me standing thereLike a passenger without a fare,Who had missed the bus.You never did feel the same way,So we drifted far apartWhere the land is dry,And the sea is grey,And…