Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

Paul Engle

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Smile Forever

two girls smiling

Every morning my eyes open To the charisma of your beauty As if the-all-night-gaze wasn’t gratifying enough Please mind not if my fingers wander If my hands wrap around you Or If my lips kiss your feet in admiration They are too, crazy about you Watching you smile when you open your eyes Has been

A Stray Notion

girl with a mask.

Apathetic forever responses just try being bit concerned Readjust to a sense of giving for volumes to be returned Get rid of limiting blinkers to view all what surrounds Delights ripened for picking where bliss always abounds In vain quest of inexplicable old bridges which get burnt Prove means to an inapt end for lessons

Dawn Eyes

direction compass

By the breath of god The dark curtain is washed One hearty sigh, cooled To a soft egg blue sky Silence in an orange glow Futile street lights On the sidewalk Not a soul Broken watch dials Whispered me to wake My circadian clock Ticking a-tock Eyes far too open Brain far too wired Searching

Love Sonnet 44

girl near water..

Breathes there my love, lovely as nymph of sea, Her cheeks rosy as skies of Summer morn, While sunsets glow as long as dusk would stay, She would radiate, long after stars are born; When nights are overcast, devoid of lights, The sparkles emanate within her eyes, When good fortune withdraws all its delights, Her