I stand alone gulping the lazy sun
Slouching in sky, avoiding everyone
A chaotic day, finally descending
Darkness sprouts an intoxicated ending
A quiet little leaf falls from a tree
You sigh at its fall, I am glad it’s free
The dry twigs see no point extending
green, brown and a calm ending.
You say I love and I promise to stay
And our feelings change, everyday
No more farce, lets stop pretending
And bless ourselves, a harmonious ending.
Inhaled thoughts, condense in mind
Life is a hallucination, one of its kind
A calm death, blissfully transcend
Each breath born with an awaited end!
Pleasant thoughts on Death
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When poetry touches the soul, everything starts making sense. The inner world seems real and the outer one becomes bearable. When thoughts mixed with words travel through the empty spaces of mind, poetry happens to me. It always has been a mysterious force guiding me through. With two published books and one amaturish blog, I consider myself blessed to have started this journey. An old diary with think brown cover and an over used, end bitten pen. That’s where real magic begins! May you find your undiscovered meanings in my poems. May existence make sense. Even if just for a little while.